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Looking around the classroom I see girls giggling with each other, boys playing their video games under the desk, and a few of the slackers have their heads down as they sleep through class. Sitting in this damn classroom with thirty-five or something teens, in this school with its senseless pep rallies and same old drama was supposed to be the best years of my life. Apparently, this was the best way people have figured out how to raise their children in the centuries that have past. Our monotonous teacher talks about history, regurgitating facts from the textbook as though we couldn't just read it for ourselves. Being in this class was as pointless as it was being in this school. There was nothing of substance that could come out of this school, these people, or this town. It was all boring, blending itself into the dreary days before and after, giving me nothing that would make me think that any of these years really mattered.
Scanning my eyes across the room again, they land on Sora Bailey. He and I have always had this sort of rival relationship. He was, what I liked to think of, as my only entertainment in this small collected nothingness that was the small town on Destiny Islands. We are always competing, or rather he was always doing his best to compete with me, while I toyed with him. It has never been about anything particular, and it has been going on for so long I'm sure even he has forgotten why it had all started. In many ways, we are opposites, polars that are meant to push one another away. Sora is the type that is always happy. Smiling with some ridiculous goofy smile, always laughing at the top of his lungs. It's like he is trying to generate enough happiness to share with everyone around him. Perhaps he thinks that is the best way to win people over. For many of these simple-minded people, it works. Sora was interesting enough - stubborn, well-liked, and different from me to keep me interested when I was bored the most.
Then there's me. While Sora thinks he can win people over with his laughter and joy, I feel no need to try to win people over. I make them like me. It isn't something they have a choice in. In life you are supposed to adjust yourself to everyone around you, you are meant to charm them in the minuscule ways; enough to make them like you but not enough that they feel they know you. It's simple really. A cool smile at the gawking girls in the halls, an impressive play during the basketball game in PE to get the guys talking, and a few easy questions to charm the teachers. But, unlike some people, I don't feel the need to make them like me all the time. Often, fear is far more of a motivator in people's memories. Make a girl see you as the rebel and they want you, make a guy see you as better and they will revel in your grandeur, and remind a teacher how mediocre everyone else is and they will think you are destined for great things.
A few people raised their hands, answering simple questions that seemed to satisfy the boring man back into his lecture. Around the classroom people were whispering to each other, others were taking notes on whatever was now being written on the board. I was becoming more and more annoyed at the lack of interesting things that could be looked forward to. The last of the baseball games occurred just two weeks ago, the dry season coming to a close. The wet season was fast approaching, and while that meant everyone in school would be becoming even more interested in gossip than in being outdoors, that meant I had to find something else to bid my time.
When the teacher stopped his droning, I forced myself to pay attention, only to realize it was for the rare interrupting question from a student. "But, wait, what about all the other islands while this was happening?"
I would have been surprised that someone in this classroom actually thought about asking for more information, except it had only been Roxas Bailey, Sora's twin brother. Roxas was something entirely different from most people. He somehow made it possible to be even blander than everyone else. I've never once seen him smile or even frown. That boy seemed to be emotionless to the outside world. Perhaps, that is because he is the shadow of his brother, lost somewhere without the affection of the people around him, none is left for him after his brother. He was uninteresting, too awkward to be captivating, too quiet to be easy to be around. So, the older Roxas had become the more he faded into the background. He barely even talks now. It's surprising that he's even Sora's twin brother, but it was at least the only thing that he can cling to that makes people remember him at all. The fact that the two boys were born only 15 minutes apart still surprised many people that grew up with them around. It seemed that he had tried to start his own quiet being separate from his brother, making friends with a small group who were equally as loud and eclipsing as his brother - but they were only his. Roxas's life, though, held no interest for me.
I returned to my notes, perfectly made from the textbook at home, listening to the scratching of pens on paper around me. I didn't know what else I could do to keep myself interested, to fill up the hours, to give me something to do. Sora was always the easiest target for my boredom, something to challenge him with. Looking at the brunet again, I wondered what I could possibly do now that all the sports games will be slowing down with the inclement weather. Then I notice him look up and stare at a blonde that is sitting in the corner of the classroom. I've seen her before, she held a look distinct enough to pick out from the crowd of girls in the school. I smirk. This sort of thing is normally a folly, something only stupid high school kids do, but how could I be surprised, when Sora is a stupid high school kid. While I normally wouldn't stoop down to his level, that didn't mean that I couldn't find entertainment in beating him at something that is far more complicated than sheer physicality. It was, at last, finally a challenge! If I can make that girl mine before Sora even has a chance I can watch as that damned smile wiped right off his face.
God, I'm sick, aren't I? I had to be. I'm willing to mess with some innocent girl's head so I can watch a happy boy's smile fall from his face. For no other reason but to prove I can. To prove that I am better than him. For entertainment. For something to do.
It's exciting.
It's always like this; Sora, the innocent happy kid, and me, the apathetic disturbed guy looking for something to live for. It's like we are everything the world is made up of. Sora's the light; I'm the darkness, and… Roxas? He's nothing.