Just a short story for a English project at school when I was 12. Got an A~

Had no where to put it, so I though I might as well upload it here.

Nothing serious, just a little writing I did with Akashi Seijuro from Kuroko no Basket in mind (a couple years ago I was really fangirling over Akashi Seijuro.)

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Name's Jake Tereson, I'm the school's in-the-sideline-observer-guy. You, the person who's reading right now, is first of all, a stalker for reading my personal notes, but with the kindness of my good heart, I'll dismiss it for now (I'm probably going to throw this away so I'm deducing that you're either the trash guy or some kind of animal picking in the garbage can)

My school is what I guess we call normal around here. Aside from the few fires, the occasional students who get traumatized, and some accusations to the school board about insanity here and there.

Overall, we're pretty normal.

...I still wouldn't ever, and I mean ever apply to this school if I were you and this can be considered a happy-go-lucky friendly advice or a warning from hell, I'll let you take your pick.

Tritan Secondary. The best high school in Colorado, one of the 'top 10' in the States.

Yeah, I would snort in disbelief too; we sound like one of those dropout schools for delinquents and messed-up people from what I said like 2 sentences ago.

"Yo, Jake!" A dark-brown haired boy ran up to me with a wave. Nick Welingtin. Also considered one of my best friends even though I have a suspicion that he might have had some kind of head accident that messed up his brain.

SMACK

Nick fell: his face met floor, then he sprang back up, jogging towards me with a strangely annoying grin like he just didn't trip over nothing. How he can smile like that with a flaring red mark on his forehead was beyond my reasoning.

"Good Morning, Nick. How was your trip to Canada?" I asked. Nick scrunched up his nose in grimace of the bad-tasting memory, which made me chuckle in amusement. "Uh, don't remind me. You know I suck in Multi Language class; took me 20 minutes just to ask where the restroom is."

"Well it's expected; you did sleep through the class. Still makes me wonder how you passed the exam to enter this school in the first place."

"Spit, grit, and a little bit of homemade luck. And maybe a small cheat slip in my mouth. Don't tell, RE."

How he didn't get discovered through the video cameras, security guards, and body check during the entrance exam amazes me. It also resurrects my question of why the school even puts those things in a entrance exam.

"Well, knowing RE, he already knows."

Nick snorted, "That guy was in England during the entrance exam, there's no way-"

A cough interrupted Nick as we turned around to the guy in question. The familiar red hair and the feeling of being in royal presence made us tense.

"I won't report this to the school board because you have been doing fairly well in your student council work, but I expect straight A's in your report card, Nick." RE said in a formal tone with his mouth curved into the slightest hint of smirk

RE is short for 'Red Emperor', which is the nickname for Tritan's Secondary Student council president, Ren Silverwood, who also happens to be the heir to the Silverwood or 'SW' corporation, a pretty big company that's known around the world.

Personally, I'm not jealous, unlike some others, that sounds like to much pressure.

Nick, who was also the announcer, so is apart of the students council was sulking as RE walked away after giving him somewhat of a scolding from the red-haired president.

Then he snapped his fingers which he rarely does, it only means that he's come up with another stupid plan which will cause trouble, unwanted embarrassment, and 8 hours of a speech of discipline which will only go in one ear and out the other. Not wanting to be part of this, I was inching away. But of course, he noticed and grabbed hold of me and dragged me to the men's washroom.

Students passed us, this is nothing new I suppose, but I knew that they were mentally taking note to check that 911 was on their phone number list.

And to expect sudden fires, blow-ups, sudden teacher screams, or some animal rampaging around later in the day.

How we're still considered a legal normal school makes me asks questions.

Apparently Nick's exaggerated brilliant plan was to somehow come across RE's weakness. Yeah, I'm definitely not going to be a part of that. Trying to find RE's weakness was akin to committing suicide in my books, and probably a lot others.

Unfortunately, Nick already had blackmail material AKA my weakness. Which I'm not going to write down, since whoever might be reading this, might be RE himself (if it is, my deepest apologies', actually on second thought, blame it all on Nick and natural human curiosity.)

Operation-of-finding-RE's-weakness plan A: The natural instinct to get far, far away from creepy crawlies, also known as bugs (specifically ones that can either fly, have many legs, or some other kind of weird, disturbing body part which makes you squirm unconsciously)

Well, besides RE's amazing exhibit of capturing a hornet and a spider between to pens, like using chopsticks, and then releasing them with a small wave out the window garnering Nick many looks of admiration from girls, and probably a boost of popularity among the boys (except Nick, who was biting a handkerchief and raging), I think it's safe to say.

COMPLETE FAILURE.

Operation-of-finding-RE's-weakness plan B: The power of sunlight. Apparently Nick has a very firm belief that RE is actually a vampire who will melt if he's in natural sunlight for one hour.

I wonder if I should tell him about the time RE completed a 5-hour marathon on a summer day, winning first place; Nick was sick on that day.

Nah, he'll find out soon enough.

Plan B: Failure before even commencing.

Operation-of-finding-RE's-weakness plan C: Children's innocence.

Honestly, this plan scared me. Why? Because one, for some crazy reason this actually made sense. Nick claims that RE's dark presence makes him unable to touch the holy light of innocence, and what's more innocent than a child?

Nick did celebrate for a brief moment when RE turned away from two 5-year olds. But then I reminded him exactly how he can use it for a weakness?

And honestly, I would turn away, too, when I saw two kids holding hands and eating lollipops and occasionally kissing each other's cheek with a happy, stupid smile; that's too much and even Nick had to grimace and turn away.

In other words, I don't even need to say that it ended in failure.

"Don't the teachers always say that 'there's no such thing as a perfect human?!" Nick was raging as we were eating lunch on the rooftop.

"Well, he could always be some kind of alien from outer space; there are things called perfect aliens probably. And don't hang on the railings." I said while biting into my sandwich.

Though I was joking, what happened next literally made my heart stop. So this is a warning for whoever's reading this.

Nick, who I remembered was someone who definitely needed to get his brain checked, punched his hand with realization. "He could be an alien!"

And freakin' fell of the railing.

It took 5 seconds for me to process what just happened. 5 seconds during which I prayed to dear God that I wasn't too late.

"NICK!" I screamed as I ran to the railings.

"NIC-!" And there he was, hanging off from RE's hand with a surprised and shocked expression.

"...You idiot...!" I heard RE, now Ren Silverwood, mutter. By his annoyed and slightly rapid breathing, he was surprised as well.

With inhuman strength, Ren raised Nick through the window inside the students council office.

Racing down, I slammed the door to the students council's office open and immediately examined Nick to see if he was hurt.

When I realized he wasn't, I was going to hit him in the head but, Ren beat me to it. "What were you thinking of, hanging off the railing like that?" Ren said in a serious tone.

"...Sorry." Was all that Nick could say in this kind of situation. "...But I want to know...why did you save me?"

Ren huffed in disbelief and rolled his eyes as he took some papers form his desk and walked towards the door. "Isn't it natural to help someone when they're hurt?" Then he left, as if he didn't realize the cool words he'd just said.

I felt like I was in some kind of TV show, anime, or some kind of novel, but then again, who read about our boring lives?

"Jake?" Nick addressed me after a few moments of staring in awe.

"Yeah, Nick?" I said, not really having anything to say either.

"I feel like scum."

"Well, I don't since it was your idea, but yeah, I can get that." I replied.

"He really does deserve to be the heir to the SW and the students council president..." Nick faked tears, though I could tell he was serious. "I shall serve him for the rest of my life to thank him for his kindness and generosity."

"Please just thank him like a normal person and don't haunt him for the rest of his life," was my reply, with a teasing tone.

All in all, everything was pretty much back to normal.

Then something happened two days later while I was walking home from school through Les treize roses, which is a famous rose park.

Ren was there in front of what seemed to be some kind of attraction. Since I had new respect for him, I was about to greet him, but stopped when he was literally sweating with fear and his eyes were twitching with visible annoyance.

There, I saw a black and white man with strange black and white make-up making dramatic movements. It was a mime.

"THERE IS NOTHING THERE SO STOP ACTING LIKE THAT!" Ren shouted as he moved away from the mime, who seemed to be annoying him on purpose.

Then for the next few minutes I watched as Ren was being chased by a mime.

"...I think my home is this way." I said out loud as I turned away.

I didn't see anything, and I didn't hear anything, and I definitely did not just witness Ren's weakness.

I do kind of wonder why I wrote all this down though, but no one's reading it right? It's long in the trash.

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Really surprised that I got an A actually. This sounds to fantasy like to be considered an english short story after all, but hey, my english teacher is just that awesome.