After setting up a small camp, Chloe and I sat beside a fire.
"Are you sure leaving the elven city was the right idea?" she asked.
"It doesn't matter whether it's right or not, I was always going to leave."
She took a deep breath.
"So... are you going to tell about yourself?"
The sky was starting to get darker. It had been quite a while since I had to worry about zombies. Even so, they weren't really much of a threat. With hundreds of Minions surrounding the area, we weren't in any danger. The density of zombies had also significantly decreased during the vampire invasion.
Aside from that, I was also much stronger than I used to be; along with my various abilities, there was basically nothing to worry about.
It was honestly quite relaxing.
I decided to tell Chloe a little bit about my past.
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"That was honestly not what I was expecting, are you going to tell more?"
"I don't have much else interesting to talk about."
"Eh...? I'm sure you do. Well whatever, I guess I'll tell you a bit about myself then."
Chloe looked over at .
"By the way, is William you're only na?"
"Huh?"
"I don't know why, but I rember seeing soone like you."
"Well... my actual first na is Teru. William is my English na."
"...no way..."
For so reason, Chloe appeared unexpectedly surprised.
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A/N: The next few chapters including a [Chloe] in the title will be told from her perspective. This will give a chance to develop her character and her past. If for whatever reason, you don't want to read about her past, feel free to skip the chapters with [Chloe] in the title.
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It was early morning, I was just taking the steep yet familiar steps on the entrance of the school bus when I suddenly realised sothing that had bugged for my entire life.
The reason why nothing seed to go my way, the reason why no matter what I do, my efforts don't get appreciated, no matter what I do,
I am always left behind.
Now that I think about it, it's almost funny. It was so simple. I often praised myself for my capabilities but how did it take so long to figure it out?
It wasn't like the reason was so convoluted, unexplainable coincidence or a system which was trying to ruin my life, and my life only.
No.
It was sothing much more obvious than that.
*
It all began eight years ago.
I was admitted to a facility called The Side Room.
Actually.
To be more accurate, I was actually born there, for as much as I could rember.
Despite the lack of entertainnt, I did not dislike the place, however.
It wasn't long before the people around slowly beca mindless sheep, following the crowd and rarely thinking on their own. They were pretty dumb as well; despite everyone being put through the sa esoteric education system, so people just weren't as smart.
Well, actually, no one was as smart as .
Not even close.
Gone were the days when intelligence ant anything, though.
*
I sat down on one of the playfully designed orange seats of the public bus. The seats were all oddly placed, with so facing the front and so facing the sides. There was a nice little section designated for the elderly and other disabled people, which seed like a nice incorporation into the seemingly cold brutal outer world.
It was the sa bus I had taken the day before and the day before that. It was the sa bus I had taken practically my entire life, ever since I 'graduated' from the system. The seats were scarcely occupied in the beginning, with only a small number having people sitting in them. I was a pretty early stop, though, so slowly but surely more people gradually flowed onto the bus, until almost every row had at least one person occupying the two seat rows.
I looked outside at the calming green vegetation, it seed I was the only person who wasn't glued religiously to their phone. But then again, it wasn't exactly because I was especially determined or willing, it was just that I didn't have anything I wanted to do. I glanced around the bus, mostly catching view of people scrolling through social dia or texting, which was standard practice for students these days.
Eventually, the two-seat rows were all occupied by at least one person. This left the dilemma of having to ask soone to have a seat next to them. Most of the ti, this was resolved by a simple, "Can I sit next to you?" t with an equally aloof and distanced response of, "...yeah" whilst they grudgingly moved their belongings under the seat or onto their lap. Nearly every ti, the student would look for soone of the sa gender to request a seat. It was obvious why, people generally felt less uncomfortable and especially less anxious when sitting to soone of the sa sex. I didn't really care who sat to however, whether they were a boy or a girl didn't affect my mood or stress in any way.
It was only today I noticed sothing. Well technically I had noticed them the entire ti, but I never really connected the dots until today.
"Good morning, Mackenzie!" was a sentence I heard almost every single day at nearly the exact sa ti. The apathetic bus driver, who takes practically no notice of any other student, seemingly loves to greet this specific girl. One would be able to see why though, not only was she popular, she also had good grades and had excellent feats in sports.
But this morning, I realised. It wasn't like I had never competed against her, it wasn't even like I hadn't seen her in action.
She was criminally overrated.
15.6 seconds was her ti during the 100 tre sprint during athletics day. I could do 100 tres in 12.9 seconds. Her high jump record was 1.45m whilst mine was 1.6m. Especially when it ca to soccer, she always seed to be chosen for the representative team, whilst I never was. I eventually ca to understand why this was, I had always had utter confidence in my abilities.
It wasn't even like she was unequivocally smarter than everyone else. Often tis she seed more like an airhead than a critical thinker. But all this justification was all just overkill anyways. I already knew the reason for anything anyways.
Mackenzie took the seat just in front of mine. The person in the seat in front of mine was a boy as well, she had surpassed the unspoken rule of girl with girl and boy with boy. This was not an uncommon occurrence either. She often sat next to boys and every ti she did, it seed like the boys were having the ti of their life, bashfully looking away and blushing whenever the montum of the bus caused them to slightly bump into each other.
It was amazing, incredible, extraordinary; she was every positive descriptive term you could ever think of. But greatest of all, she was an extrovert, a trait which was almost like a blessing in this day and age. Everyone wanted to be her friend, everyone wanted to be associated with her. She was praised for everything she did, yet she wasn't amazing, incredible or extraordinary, or at least not when compared to .
It was like there was so supernatural force holding back. Like there was soone up in the heavens purposely allowing her to surpass .
She wasn't better than , other people only thought that she was better than . Whether it was because she was more pretty, more open, more talkative, more popular, or sothing else. Sothing that would never allow her to be surpassed, sothing that would hold her life in the highest regard.
I finally knew what that sothing was.
I also finally realised why my own life was so miserable.
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