failed attempts to fly

the more i see, the less i know

Not sure how it happened. One minute I was unashamedly reading webtoons in the cafeteria, alone, and now two individuals are arguing about making everything a competition.

"Anyways, Rin, can you please tell this idiot he didn't beat me if he got a head start."

"I only got a head start because you tried to trip me and accidentally tripped Yachi instead and had to apologize to her." Hinata makes an L with his fingers placing it on his forehead, laughing at his angrier friend.

"Anyways, whatcha looking at?" A curious tangerine asks.

"Lightsabers."

"Like Star Wars?" Kageyama asks through his drinking of milk.

"Yeah, something like that." I giggle to myself.

If you know, you know, and I doubt these two know. Hinata definitely not.

Kageyama? Maybe...

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It all started with a Monday morning lit class with my favorite cardigan-wearing professor.

"For the group project, you must choose a piece of literature. It can be anything, story, poem, novel, play. The original, the better!" Professor Takeda excitedly tells the class, who all have the same expression I do.

Group projects are always the absolute worse. Not because I'm usually the one who does most of the work while everyone gets an equal amount of credit, I don't mind that. It's the fact that everyone is already in a clique, a crew, they immediately run to for projects like this.

Being picked last for a partner or worse, having the teacher take pity on me and "include" me into an already established group makes a person feel like shit.

"Groups have been randomly selected, so check the board, please--" He could barely finish his sentence before they all trampled down to see who their partners were.

I'll wait until the crowds subside to check myself.

"I got partnered with Hinata? We're definitely going to fail." The displeasure in the man's voice can be heard all the way where I'm sitting.

"Shut up, Kageyama. I got a 49% on my last test."
"That's still failing, idiot!"
"Nu-uh, it's almost half!"

"Who is Se-Sh-Sku-Su- Schuyler Rin?" The man struggled with pronouncing my last name, which made me laugh at his attempts. The Dutch name isn't common around here. I have my mother to thank for that one. Even after she married, she kept her surname.

"I'm the one going to medical school, not you. I'm not going to change myself for a husband." She got pregnant with us during med school, and her dreams were pushed aside to take care of us. So when we were born, our father didn't even protest, rolling his eyes and signing the birth certificates. I've concluded she gave us her last name out of spite.

"Me." I raise my hand to the two, waiting for them to groan or complain that they got paired up with me. But on the contrary, they brought their bags to my desk and continued their bickering.

"SKY- like the sky, LER like, uh LER?" I attempt to explain how it's pronounced to the group, who seem genuinely intrigued.

They introduced themselves, even though everyone in the class knew who they were. Hinata and Kageyama's names get called at least three times for disrupting the class.

"I remember you! From our jog, you were talking to Suga, right?" The best way to describe Hinata is the sun personified. Bright orange hair and a dorky smile. I've seen him around school, running around like the ball of energy he is. It was as if friendly was his only setting. Well, except for when he was arguing with Kageyama.