♡; short story

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06/09/2020

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↳ ♡₊˚.𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐃𝐔𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍

    Welcome to a new blog.

    How are you? I hope fine♡

    I decided to participate in

    #itzacarnivalshortstory !

    I’ve written stories before

    but never in English bcs

    it’s not my first language,

    sorry if there’s any mis-

    takes.

    I hope you like it! ✩⃛ೄ

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It was a cold winter morning. The sun’s rays caressed the faces of the sleepy students

that slowly walked towards school. The wind sneaked   in   between their hair locks and

under their scarfs, causing shivers and desi-

re of going back home and sleep a bit more.

It was a normal day, not quite different from

those before and the ones that would come afterwards. When you are a teenager with-

out more problems than homework or exams,

time almost becomes inexistent to you. Days

fuse together while you follow the established routine, again and again.

A shadow ing quickly awoke more than

one from their daydreams. A girl with short

hair running like her life depended on it, dod-

ging everyone with the skill of a feline. Her

life was not monotone, and time had not ma-

naged to chain her to the routine. She disap-

peared as fast as she had appeared almost

like if it all had been a dream.

Ryujin was running with a smile on her face.

Her backpack felt light on her back and her

shoes barely touched the ground. The only

thing that worried her was the folder she car-

ried in her arms and what it contained.

She   soon arrived at school and entered

through the door ignoring the puzzled looks

of her peers. She did not stop running at any moment and continued her way disregarding

the words of a teacher asking her to stop.

She went up to the third floor ignoring her exhaustion and did not stop running until she reached art class.

The teacher was writing something on the

board. Ryujin was not surprised to find her

there so early since she was known to be one

of the first to arrive at school and one of the

last ones to leave.

“Ah, Ryujin” said the teacher. “Here so early?”

“Yes, miss” answered Ryujin with a smile. She dropped her backpack on the floor and gave

the teacher the folder she had been carrying

so carefully. “I’ve come to submit my artwork

for the competition.”

“So early? You know you have all day to sub-

mit it, right? You didn’t need to run.”

“I know” she answered a bit embarrassed. “I

just really wanted you to see my work.”

“Well then, let’s see it.”

The teacher opened the folder carefully and

pulled the painting out. As always, her best

student had not let her down. The canvas

was full of blue and green strokes that made

up a   beautiful   lake so realistic she could

hardly believe it was a painting and not a pho-

tograph. The shining water, the details in the leaves... simply magnificent.

“It’s amazing Ryujin” the mentioned smiled.

“But   unfortunately, I cannot present your

work to the competition.”

Ryujin’s smile faded as quickly as it had ap-

peared.

“What? Why?”

“I’ve talked to your other teachers and even

though your grades in my class are excellent

you barely the other subjects, especially maths. You will have to make a bigger effort

in those if you want to have privileges such

as competitions and art galleries. I’m sorry.”

Ryujin felt like her world started to shatter a-

round her.

“But...”

“I’m truly sorry but it’s for your own good.”

“No, please!” Ryujin said, almost screaming.

“You don’t understand, who the hell does

good in maths? Give me another chance,

please”   she was   so   desperate that she

kneeled down in front of the teacher, feeling

the tears start to appear in the corners of her

eyes. “Art is all I have, it’s the only thing that

really makes me happy. I swear I will try har-

der on the other classes, but this is a big op-

portunity, I really need to get into the com-

petition.”

“Ryujin, I...” the teacher gave up after seeing

her student begging. She knew she was tel-

ling the truth   because she recognized her

younger self in her. “Okay, but on one condi-

tion. You must get a much better grade in

your next maths exam. If you do not, I’ll with-

draw your entry.”

“Thank you! Thank you so much!” said Ryujin, feeling happiness flow through her body. “I

won’t let you down!”

She left the classroom feeling like the luckiest person on the planet and went to meet her

group of friends, quickly explaining what had happened to them.

“I guess you have studied then?” said Lia, one

of her closest friends.

“What do you mean?” answered Ryujin, con-

fused.

“The next maths exam is today. You didn’t for-

get, right?”

All color disappeared from Ryujin’s cheeks. Panicked she began to run through the hall-

ways again, searching a maths book to study

from before it was too late.

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