:: so uhh- I wrote these because I was bored and because @-brooklyn-- gave me prompts. I might make these a series if I'm given more prompts by her. --- Story 1: (prompt: She stared at me.) I won the contest. They gave me the shimmering gold trophy, and I held it. The cold metal gave me a slightly warm feeling of joy. I could also feel the colder piercing gaze of her eyes as I was congratulated and bombarded with questions and compliments. I tried to pretend I had no clue, but deep down, we both knew. We locked eyes, and there was anger in her eyes never seen before. I knew why. I didn't deserve this. I stole the spotlight. I stole her work. We swore to have each other's backs as best friends forever. She was supposed to be on stage, not me. Then the guilt started setting in. Tears started forming in her eyes, so she opened the door leading to the main hallways lined with lockers and ran out, closing the door behind her. Instead of filling my heart with joy, it left a hole in my soul. Physical possessions, fame, and prominence couldn't fill it. The only thing that could fill it was the right thing. --- Story 2: (prompt: I ate a ghost pepper.) As I shakily grasped the pepper out of fear and nervousness, my hands were parallel with first the table, then my chest, then my face. I held it to my mouth, scared to face the consequences, while trying to mute out the crowd's cheers and "DO IT!"s. My last thought before doing the unthinkable was "This is for the crowd." It felt like riding a bicycle. In hell. Everything was burning. I couldn't handle it. I started coughing and wheezing and my face turned more red than the pepper itself. But the deed was finally done. And there was nothing I could do to fix it. --- Story 3: (Prompt: "I got a detention.") Actions have consequences. I should've thought twice before I punched him. But before I knew it, it was already finished. He fell to the floor, and the wind knocked out of him. I punched him right in the face, and it was turning red. He gasped in pain, and we turned much more than a couple heads, alright. The witnesses were told to head straight to their destinations while they took care of the situation. He could barely walk and he leaned on the principal, dependent on her balance to go to the nurse's office. I, on the other hand, was escorted to the assistant principal's office, being dragged onto the floor. When I arrived, she screamed in my face about how my behavior didn't meet expectations and how she would be informing my parents. She also pressured me to apologize to him and to get me to confess the reasoning behind my actions. I was stuck in her office until the end of school. I apologized to him "sincerely", but he "forgave" me because she was standing right there. And so, I was trapped in that maximum-security prison disguised as an educational learning environment for children. --- hope you enjoyed!! <3 comment "potato" if u see this
