“What we can or cannot do, what we consider possible or impossible, is rarely a function of our true capability. It is more likely a function of our beliefs about who we are.”
– Anthony Robbins
This photo isn't mine, this was taken from Pixabay.
Good day, Hiver's! My name is Virgoxsy! Kumusta! I hope you've all been doing well over the last few days! I haven't been able to update in about 5 days owing to tight schedules and activities at school. So, today I'm going to share a story that I recently wrote. It might not be as nice as you imagined, but I hope you will like it!
A loud sound can be heard within the proximity of Lariette Campus. It was the bell indicating that classes would be starting. It was winter time, and students would wander the hallway covered with thick jackets and boots to keep them warm throughout the day. Among those students fighting the coldness of the weather was Vera.
Vera has bright auburn-colored curly hair with a length the same as her hips; she has tan skin, a slender body, and mesmerizing purple-colored eyes. To Vera, her eyes weren’t pretty, because back when she was still in primary school, her classmates would make nasty remarks regarding her eyes, saying she was a descendant of a witch. They would tease her all day, yet not one of her classmates would dare to defend her. That was the sole reason she ended up wearing thick glasses to cover her eyes. Still, covering it didn’t change the fact that she has lost her confidence to converse with other people about random things. There was even an instance when she badly wanted to use the comfort room, but she couldn’t because she couldn’t bring herself to talk to other people.
Vera is now sitting comfortably on her chair with her headphones covering her ears. Listening to music is one of her comforts, especially songs by Taylor Swift. Vera loves the part about how Taylor Swift’s songs are based on her personal experience, and that fact somehow comforts her that she isn’t the only one suffering a terrible trauma from bullying. As she was humming to the song Gorgeous, she couldn’t help but notice from her peripheral vision a girl wearing a rainbow-colored beanie that covered her hair. She looks very cute with her beanie on.
The beanie girl was about to sit on the chair at the back of the room, but she wasn’t able to because Roderick, a bully from her class, stole the chair and sat on it instead. The girl looked helpless, yet Vera couldn’t care any less, because for one, she doesn’t even know the girl, and for another, she has her own demons to fight.After the beanie girl took a seat at her side, their professor suddenly entered, carrying books about chemistry. "Argh, chemistry again!" Vera thought she wasn’t the type of student whose grades were all A+s; she was rather average. The professor was discussing something she couldn’t understand properly, yet she was contemplating whether to ask a question or just leave it be, knowing that she wouldn’t know what it meant if she never asked, and she chose the former. After an hour of lecture, it was lunch time.
Vera opened her bag and took out the bento that her mother had packed for her. Her bento contained five pieces of bacon, an omelette, and two sandwiches on the side. Vera has always eaten her lunches in her room because the canteen is too crowded and noisy, and Vera hates noisy and crowded places.
As she was about to take a huge chunk of her sandwich, she heard an earsplitting rattle in the corner of the room. When she turned to figure out what was happening, she saw the beanie girl laying helplessly on the cold floor while embracing her lunch box. She was surrounded by Roderick, along with his sidekicks, who were circling the beanie girl.
"Argh, you are so stubborn; just give me your lunch box, and then we will leave you be," shouted Roderick.
"No! Never! "If you want something like this, then make your own!"
"The nerve of this rat!" Roderick was furious. He saw a thick book near him and took it. The next thing he did was motion his hands, ready to smack the beanie girl.
Vera didn’t know what to do, yet surely she did not want the beanie girl to get hurt or herself to get hurt either. She grabbed the fork and spoon from her table and threw them towards Roderick. The fork hit Roderick’s arm, while the spoon hit his head. Roderick glared at Vera, ready to throw the book at her; fortunately, their professor showed up and settled the fight. Roderick got suspended for a week, while I was tasked with cleaning the comfort rooms for one week.
Since that day, Althea and I have become close friends. She thanked me for defending her despite putting myself in an unfortunate situation. We became inseparable; we would eat lunch together, talk about random things, and sometimes she would visit our house to work on assignments and projects.
Althea was an awesome and kind friend; she helped me overcome my fear of talking to people, and little by little, I gradually opened myself up to them. She is the epitome of a true and good friend, and I, as her friend, would cherish and nurture our friendship for many years to come.
