JSAB Oneshots (slow updates)

Sky

This is based off a real life thing that happened to me. Guess by reading this you'll understand a little bit more about my primary school days.

Not all of these are the same with my IRL story though. This was hard to write, I apologize if it's a bit short and the words aren't really as professional as my other oneshots.

The world is made of harsh reality.

That's what I learned in such a young age, the hard way.

I used to have a friend named Sylvie. She was charming, mysterious, and extremely beautiful. Her curly scarlet hair was like a shining waterfall of blood. Her gorgeous, piercing crimson eyes were like daggers, and were as sharp as an eagle's. Her words were delicate and were sharper than arrows.

Her words had pierced the hearts of many unfortunate students in the school I used to study at. With those painful words, she shattered their hearts, sending them crying and spending the rest of the day at school feeling useless and miserable. That's how manipulative she was. I used to stay silent and not say anything about her horrible behaviors. I was only glad she didn't consider breaking my heart and decided to be my friend.

Until one day.

A summer competition was held at my school. You could do so many things to win a prize, including writing. I loved to write. I could describe things so vividly and beautifully with my words, and I've made a few short stories myself before the competition, but thanks to other students bullying me, I've never showed them to anyone. I was at least brave enough to post those stories on a very small writing website. And the competition was my chance to finally shove it up everyone's faces that I, too, have a talent. Then maybe they would finally shut up and stop making fun of me.

Not long before that day, Sylvie had agreed to help me come up with a simple story for the competition. And so, I shuffled next to her, red-faced as I considered telling her about my idea. I tapped her shoulder while she was talking to her group of popular students, and she turned around to face me with a slightly annoyed expression. She was nearly a head taller than I am.

"H-hey, Sylvie, remember about the competition I'm joining today?" I stuttered, grinning widely. She studied me with her sharp, scarlet eyes.

"Which one?" she drawled, her voice as smooth as silk. I swallowed. Why am I so nervous?

"The writing competition," I smiled nervously. "Y'know, the one you agreed to help me with!" I enthusiastically handed her a piece of paper with my story ideas scribbled hastily on it. I stood on my toes expectantly as she examined the paper.

Unease slowly filled the space in my stomach as I saw her eyes beginning to darken. Showing her was probably a bad idea. She then lowered the paper slowly and looked at me, smiling a smile that didn't quite reach her eyes.

"So you're joining the competition?" she smiled, and I nodded.

"Yep!" I rubbed the back of my neck. "I-I-I was thinking that maybe, if I join it, I might show everyone in the school that I actually have a talent and not a hundred percent useless!"

What happened next was unbelievable.

I never expected it, ever. My heart completely split in two along with the paper the girl ripped up in her hands.

"Too bad," Sylvie smiled coldly. She dropped the two pieces of the paper, and tears welled up in my eyes.

"You don't deserve to join any sort of competition," she sneered. Her words continued to rip apart my broken heart. It hurts. "Don't you realise what you are? You're just a useless piece of shit. You're a waste of time. Go ahead and lose the competition if you want. I don't care."