Four: Journey Of The True Heroes

Chapter 1.3: Viper

You know that moment when you feel the vein in your forehead popping out due to unbridled annoyance from a constant source of idiocy that  denotes that society needs to evaluate itself in its sufferable entirety and not be so dumb? That's what I felt like and if it didn't make sense that's because I couldn't fucking think straight with the level of sheer moronic misspelling in this competition. Viper Teras was my name and academics was my game. My last name was pronounced like terrace but just spelled weird while my first name came from the eyes my parents called "the snake eyes that lived in her head". Sometimes I wondered if my parent's were on drugs when the said that or hell even when they named me cause my eyes were sharp like a cat's more so then a goddamn snake's. I mentally digressed and focused on the auditorium's moderately sized audience who were only here to support their children or observe younger brains for possible college opportunities. This was a spelling competition that basically tested memorization, reflexes and the ability to spell out words that only were said and used in a sentence once. The kid that was up in front of the crowd that was making a complete fool of himself was someone whose name I never bothered to ask after I learned his precious mom spelled the words out with silent mouth mimicking of the letters in the word. She got rightfully banned from showing up at competitions and now without his mother spoon feeding him, he was hopeless and had zero chance of winning. the only person of note that was left besides me was a girl named Yumi who was a prodigy when it came to academics and was the only one who had ever claimed the right to say she had bested me in chess. No-name had got the buzzer and was eliminated, leaving Yumi and I left on stage sitting across from each other on opposite sides of the same six chair row and eight chair column. I was up next and the judges gave me the word anaphylaxis which was some type of severe allergic reaction to god knows what. 

"A-N-A-P-H-Y-L-A-X-I-S, anaphylaxis". The word rolled off my tongue as naturally as the english language and I received the solitary nod from the judge in the center and sat down back in the same spot. I looked straight towards the back window in the auditorium and stared at my reflection. The first thing that stood out to me were my eyes, dark yellow with a soul piercing stare to boot. My hair was a shade of very dark green with a bun tied up on a spot almost at the top of my head and a bang that rested just to the right of my right eye. Today I wore a black button up blazer and a crimson red polo shirt under it with some ripped, lighter blue denim jeans and all white shoes. My skin a more tanned white but red at the cheeks with frustration. I didn't wear makeup as it just felt like it made me seem insecure about how I looked which I knew I wasn't. As my time zoning out came to halt, Yumi had already spelled a word which I had missed but didn't fret as I stood up and approached the microphone with the same confidence I had before my time staring at myself. "Rudimentary is your word Ms.Viper". A part of me cringed, not because the word was difficult but was to easy and simple for me. I had half a mind to ask for a different word and complain about my intelligence but nonetheless I spelled it out the way it was meant to be and sat back down, bored at the lack of challenge and I could tell Yumi was bored too. Yumi stepped up to the microphone and the judge or whatever the hell he was at this point said in the same monotonous tone said "piezoelectric is your word Yumi". In my mind I was confused at the number of scientific words in this competition even though I literally have a college science tutor who said the words for the competition were going to be all science based or related to science. For once Yumi seemed stumped as the fumbled around with her petite fingers and twirled her hair in a fit of confusion as the thought of messing up creeped into her blonde hair topped head. In competitions like this, the feeling of failure and unknowing is the unmaking of all who participated in the spelling challenges designed to test your mental acuity. 

"P-H-" were the last letters she uttered before getting eliminated by the buzzer and there it was, checkmate, the coup de grace, the finale and my victory. The unamused audience stood and gave a standing ovation as the sounds of clapping filled the auditorium. I had personally requested that the utterly pointless and extended to simply announce what everyone knew and it just gave everyone more meaningless incentive to clap for the victor which was in this case, me. So with medal in hand I cockily strutted out of the auditorium and pulled out my phone to check the time and I forgot the events ran early but came back to that realization when I saw 7:00 on my phones clock. A notification popped up from Leon that read "hey champ, seems like were all winning shit today between me, Aluka, and now you Snake Qu33n. The teams are going out to celebrate and now u and B1g r3d are invited. So go home and get changed into formal clothing and meet outside my house at around 7:30 kk? cya XOXOXO and congrats from the teams".  Leon always had a really carefree and positive outlook on everything and you could figure that out from getting one text from that try-hard simpleton and that was one of the reasons he was a good friend. He had beaten me at my favorite strategy war game and I acted like a novice bitch for a couple days till he blew up on me and scolded me about how I can't like a sore loser because my arrogance cost me the victory. He gave me a reality check on how I acted overall and that kept me near him just incase I needed him or his wisdom. I walked downstairs and headed to the auxiliary gym to watch Bastion's Kendo match only because he was my ride home and I will never forget the first image I witnessed as I stepped into that gym.