Nightmares Point of View (A Dreamtale Story)

Never compete

School. For some school is a place to spend time with their friends, for some its a place to waist their time learning instead of playing, for others its a place sent from hell to torture us for seven hours five days a week. For me, It is hell. On weekends I try to avoid people in general. In school I'm surrounded by people that are also forced to be around me. I try to do my best in my studies so I don't get on the teachers bad side. If I can out smart my enemies then I will not lose. "It is better to be feared than loved, if you can not have both." something Niccolo Machiavelli said at one point in his life. This quote more apples to kings and rulers, but I will go by this quote as my vision in the future. There's no way I'm gonna be loved by anyone so I must work towards being feared. I can't be feared yet but I can prepare to be.

I quickly walk to my class with my head down and take a seat in the back of the class as close to the back corner as possible.

Today I have science, PE, lunch, english and math. In science we're doing chemistry, in PE we're doing archery, English is english as usual, in math we're doing geometry. Then I can escape to the library with miss Toriel.

The teacher gave us a lecture on bohr models then assigned a few pages of questions in our textbooks. I get to work as soon as I can... I wish I could say to same for the others. Most started working but a few chose to give me a bad time. All things they could think of they did. Spit balls, crumpled up paper, the list goes on. I felt like I was in a stereotypical High School Story that everyone reads or at least knows about. An hour later the class ends and everyone leaves to their next class. Make sure to "accidentally" kick my backpack under the feet of one of the people who was pestering me through class. Good thing the science teacher was well known as a pacifist and stoped the guy befor he punched my lights out. He shot me a glare on his way out.

I might regret doing that later.

I manage to get to the archery range without bumping in to any loathful students. This is the one class I have with Dream. My brother is suppressingly strong for someone his size and excellent at archery. I don't remember the last time he missed.

Everyone got their bows and a quiver full of arows. There was multiple targets so everyone could have there own area. That I appreciate very much.

"Bullseye!" Someone shouts. I look over to see a bunch of people surrounding Dreams area. "How are you so good at this?! I can barely even hit the target!" someone else yells. "Well I just practice is all. Nothing special." Dream replies. I roll my eyes.

Yuck. How can anyone stand always  being the center of attention?

I aim and release the arrow, it hits the ring just around the center.

We'll they are right about one thing. Dream is way too good at this. He is literally and figuratively golden.

We keep practicing I every once in awhile I hit the bullseye and Dream would take a break to come watch me.

"Your really good brother!" Dream said smiling at me. "Heh... Sure. Your much better them me with archery." I say back. "But your much better with swords than me." he says. "Ya..." I continue shooting.

I could never compete with you. Everyone always liked you better...