You know that feeling when in an exam, you tell someone the answer to a question that they claim to not know;
And then they write what you told them, but along with that, they write what they already know.
In short, they write their answer and your answer, and score more than you.
That's when you regret helping them.I've mentioned it before and I'm doing it again.
I was a star child. Was being the key word.
Straight A student with perfection in every other activity.And since Vickie was my best friend, I used to study with her, helped her with her doubts and was doing everything in my power to improve her grades.
She wasn't very good in studies when I first joined the school in 6th standard. But when I started helping her, or should I say, when I started sharing my study strategies and timetable, she started improving.
Her grades were beginning to improve.
Also, I used to do her home work and lend her my note books and my hardwork so she could copy it from mine.
That's how her grades improved and as for her image, always being with the topper in public benefited her image too.
I was teachers' favorite from the beginning and when she started staying with me, and she improved, teachers started liking her too.
And soon, both of us were seen as the power pair, both of us were considered as the intelligent, smart and best students. Our names were mostly called together, Emily-Vickie.
But I used to lack confidence.
And so, to seem confident and to face everyone else, I relied on Vickie.
Because of her dominant nature, she was much more confident than me. Both of us were dependent on each other. Unknowingly.
And then gradually, I started relying on her for everything. Whether it was participating in extra curricular activities, or studies. I would always keep her in my mind while making decisions.
Though, it didn't matter much, but others were starting to notice this. Earlier it was only Mrs. Neela, but day by day, every other person was pointing it out.
We were to present a dance performance for an event in the school. The same one we presented before. Everybody liked it, so we were asked to perform it again.
All the girls involved were very happy including me. Obviously, it feels good when people say, "Once more!"
But again, my happiness was short lived.
Vickie denied to perform. And when we asked the reason, she said her mother won't allow her to do so.
Her mother wasn't that strict. She would've allowed her to perform. But at that moment, it felt like she was throwing a tantrum, so that everyone would convince her.
Everybody was requesting her not to ruin it. But she didn't budge.
Our principal got to know about this and he came to convince her. Now, the principal of the school coming to convince just one student for a dance performance, isn't something that happens to everyone.
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Friendship Cause Heartbreaks Too
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