Tyler sat at the bench near the playground, and though it was night, he saw me approaching me. "I didn't think you'd come." He got up and walked to the road, blocking the path.
I shrugged. "I don't break promises." I crossed my arms. "So why do you want to meet me."
He sniggered. "Why I want to meet you? Because I want you to be like me."
"A popular baseball star and a well-regarded intellectual student?" I raised an eyebrow and held up a hand, like a stopping motion. "Yeah, no thanks."
"NO! That's not what I want!" He suddenly pointed a metal baseball bat at me. I wasn't scared.
"You don't understand. I'm always getting looked at, yet here you are. You're also well-built and smart... and what did you do?"
"Nothing?"
"Yes! Because there's no one else besides me, everyone looks up to me as if I'm their savior. My parents aren't too strict if I did bad, but I didn't want to look like I was a mistake. If there was someone else who is number one while I'm number two, everyone will focus at you and I get to have some relaxation."
"Then don't pressure yourself? If you failed it's not like it's going to be the end of the world, you know?"
"You don't get it. I want to get away from the spotlight."
"Then isn't this a bit pointless?"
"No... if you don't agree with me, I might as well go out like a bad boy. Everyone's going to use me as an example when someone's get social pressure." He suddenly rushed at me, his bat swung up high.
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The First Steps: Volume I
Short StoryFirst drafts of short fiction that I want to put out. Note that these are first drats, something that was written on the go with little planning.
