The ProdigyA Chapter by C_theSurrealiststruggles are there, keep ahead you'll be there.All are
only my imaginations… The
mystical creatures like royal fairy, the cat, my dreams are just playful scenes
of my mindset. How pitiful I am! I don’t know what I supposed to think. In a
palace full of gold, I am wearing a crown and holding a book. I also sit on the
throne which I am the princess. That’s my dream as often, I’ve no idea why.
Yet, I only discern that I have a goal. “ Kaara,
don’t be sleepy head. I’ll train you.” “ Huh?
Training?” “ Yes,
for the prestigious competition. Don’t you remember that you were the alternate
of our math prodigy, Max?” Mr. Armstrong said. “ Oh, I’m
sorry to forgot. Okay I’m ready.” I was
caught in the act of napping on the table at the library and thinking deeply
about the fantasy. At first, I couldn’t believe that I’m already a senior
student and second, I am shocked that I am now the participant for the
competition within the city. “ Max is
our extraordinary student who surpassed the expectations of the Math
enthusiasts. So, can you be like him?” my mentor told. “ Sir, I
couldn’t. I’m sorry.” I have a doubt to myself. “ Kaara,
this is not a joke. This is a grand competition, you’ll represent the school
and if you win; you’ll then represent our city.” “ What
achievements Max received in his reign?” I asked. “ Well,
he got a silver medal. So we’re targeting gold.” Mr.
Armstrong, a strict teacher from higher department, pushes me to strive harder
yet it comes to a point which I am pressured and couldn’t concentrate very
well. One on one training squeezes my mind, drastically. Because of it, my head
aches and fall asleep. “ Here,
a calculator. This is my gift to you.” The royal fairy said. “ You’re
not real. I shouldn’t accept the gift.” “ I’m
your friend since then, you shall never reject me. When you open your eyes,
you’ll see the truth.” Someone
tapped my shoulder and forced me to awake. I open my one eye then I see a
mysterious box. It’s like a special present for me. When I become energized, I
tear the cover then I realized that it’s a latest trend calculator. “ Who
gave this to me?” I wondered. I look
at the window of the library and I see the glimpse of a familiar guy. I walk on
the corridor and follow the shadow of the man, I run but when I stare at his
face, oh I don’t know who he is. But I remember him, he’s always the companion
of Max. “ Are
you Hathorne?” I asked the guy. “ Yes I
am. Are you finding Max?” “Is he
still studying here?” “ Yes.”
He said. “ Please
give this calculator to him as a gift of appreciation.” I said. “ Ah
okay.” Hathorne received the calculator and smirked. I go
back to the class and have a normal habit of studying. Then one time, while our
teacher is discussing the lessons. A student wearing a black suit came to the
front of our classroom. “ I want
to excuse Kaara.” the student said. I go
outside of the classroom and I am surprised. “ Oh
Max! long time no see! Your uniform became different, you wear black suit with
a long sleeve polo.” I feel amazed. “ Yes,
because this is the proper uniform of a higher grader in senior. By the way,
the calculator you gave me, actually that’s my present to you. It’s like you’re
returning my gift?” our conversation becomes awkward. “ Ah… I
apologize for that.” Max gave
me again the calculator personally. In that instance, we bond for a certain
reason. “ Kaara,
please train well. May be in the other day, I’ll be your own opponent.” Max
reminded. “ No
way! I don’t like that suggestion.” I’ve never been imagined that the most
brilliant person in the institution will compete against me. “ Don’t
worry, that’s only for your practice. Mr. Armstrong said to me.” After
that day, I am wondering of why the calculator is on my hand still and thinking
why that is his gift to me. On the day of my training, surprisingly; Max is
there to beat me. “ Kaara,
I want you to introduce Max, the former participant of the competition. You’ll
have an unofficial battle.” Mr. Armstrong said. “Are you ready?” I am
speechless cause I don’t want to utter “no.” I answered few questions from my
mentor yet still Max raise on top of the battle. I feel disappointment when
sharp words released from Mr. Armstrong’s mouth. “ I don’t
see any improvement. Your contest is on next week. Could you please be
serious?!” “ I’m so
sorry. I couldn’t beat that enthusiast.” “ You
need to be strong to fight the monster. The monster is Max, okay?” In the
latter part, I wander along the streets full of nature. I just want to relax. There
are plenty of works, tests, performances in my class then there’s a competition
coming to a beginning. As I sit at the bench in front of our school, my one
classmate start an interesting talk. About his story, it quite change my
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