It Started With: | P. SH

It Started With: The Preparation.

They say, you can never get a good nights sleep before the night of an event or after a move because of adrenaline, fear of failure, or all of your dreams will collide.

They aren't wrong.

I bet, the person who made this observation was acknowledged for the way they think and is believed by others whenever they make another.

I bet, this person, is the Main Character in this universe. The Main Character thats admired, who has an amazing aura, and is believed to be the 'Nations Sweetheart'.

But I'm not.

Im not the Main Character, Im not the nations sweetheart, Im not admired, nor do i have an amazing aura.

Never have I been acknowledged for an observation i've made. It's always, "Oh I knew that already." , "Everyone knows that." , "You're just figuring that out now?"

Its never, "Wait..that's so true!" , "I've never thought deep about that but you have a point."

Im just a background character, a character no one acknowledges, a character thats unknown, thats not admired, thats pushed behind a shadow because of the Main Character.

We—Background Characters—have a story too. We have one we want to tell. Why can't we have five minutes to tell you what happened to us?

One day—I say—Im gonna become the Main character, im gonna be the Main Character thats known, thats admired, that whenever i make an observation they see me, and they believe me and come to realize that..

Background characters stories are worth telling too...

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"When choosing your seasoning, it has to be the right one. Not to spicy, not to sweet, but just right.." Professor Ors explained, he sprinkled a bit of paprika on top of the steak with a smile on his face. He dusted off his hands before looking at us. "Thats it for today! Your assignments are on ClassBridge, it's due Wednesday morning."

"Okay." We all said in sync, plenty of movement was heard, some grabbing their bags, some still sitting while they put their books and computer inside their bags.

My head continuously pounding to the collective sound of movements all over the place. The chair sliding against the floor, the sound of backpacks zipped open and closing, the collective sound of smacks in peoples mouth, the door opening and closing, the—

"Um..hey" a finger tapped my shoulder, causing me to escape from the trance I was in. "Hm.."

The boy with soft eyes and a sharp jawline blinked, smacking his lips. "The-The lecture ended." He slowly looked around the room, realizing the students left really quick. "Oh.." I cursed at myself and grabbed my things.

"Sorry to trouble you." I groaned.

Nice going Myra, becoming a nuisance already.

"Oh no, its alright! It just felt wrong to leave you in here since they lock the doors at 4." He smiled, his dimples showing completely. It was like his smile was contagious, because I started to smile as well.

I put my lips in my mouth and nodded. "Thank you anyway—" Did he say 4? Is it almost 4? I quickly took my phone out, tapping it lightly to see the bright light come on slowly.