Here's+Tori's+Short+Story

NOTE: only half of my story posted correctly so i will be writing more of it later today. you can skip me if you were assigned to read my short story because if you read it now, it won't make any sense. Sorry, apparently i don't know how to use copy and paste the right way.

"Come on, Eva! Don't slow me down!" Pressadona called out from behind a tree. I couldn't see her, but I imagined her face was smug in her cute, yet taunting way. I ran as fast as I could trying to keep up, but my legs wouldn’t carry me as fast as hers. No one could. Yet I tried to do the impossible as a ran past tree after tree, in hopes of at least catching her. The teasing voice got farther and farther away, and I became more and more annoyed with every second that passed. Not at Pressi, but at myself. I always held them back. I always slowed them down. Why would they bother putting up with me? I’m just a pawn. A pawn protected by the king, queen and their knights. Something that no chess player could possibly understand.

Eventually, I gave up questioning my relationship with the Malcolm kids and found a seat on a small stone. My breathing was uneven, and I felt almost as if my legs had deserted me. I lifted my right arm end placed it on my knee. My palm curved to the shape of my face as I let my long hair fall and block my vision. I heard a faint rustle a few feet away. The footsteps started moving toward me and got closer and closer. They were distinct, gentle, yet sturdy. It was also obvious that the person who came back was the only person that //would// come back. The others did not give as much pity as Jayden.

"Eva? You okay?"

"I’m fine. Just keep going. I know where to meet you."

"Eva, you’re all red!"

"I’m just tired is all. Keep going or Pressi won’t let you forget that she beat you." I reminded him.

"That doesn’t matter. I can beat her any day of the week, and she knows it." He replied with a smirk. I didn’t say anything after that. Neither did he. We sat in silence for a few moments and the earth stood still. That is until Morella came to shake the ground to it’s very core. Every time she placed one foot in front of the other, tiny rocks scattered across the land shook in their place.

"Guys! What are you doing?" she asked, even though the answer was obvious. Jayden and I looked up at Morella simultaneously, but we remained quiet. "It’s my turn to teach Eva today, and I was looking forward to beating her!" Jayden smiled at this and knelt down to try and contain his laughter. I smiled too. Not because I could beat her, but because she could beat me and we all knew it. I just wanted to know why they all got some sense of satisfaction out of defeating a lower being. I wouldn’t last two minutes in a real fight against a "gifted" person. I shook my head as I looked down at the ground again. I lifted my hand to support my head in case it decided to leave. My forehead was hot, and my heart rate was still out of control. I wanted them to leave and let me be this pathetic powerless person that I really was, instead of attempting to get to their level. I could never be as great as all of them. Not even close.

Suddenly, a small wind ran past me and left a path of leaves flying through the air. My smile returned. //Here we go,// I thought. "Not you guys too!" Pressadona whined. "It’s gonna take us forever to get to the clearing if we have to stop again!" she looked for agreement from Morella first, then Jayden. When neither of them replied, she looked at me. "Need a lift?"

"If I won’t slow you down." I said, knowing it would perk her up. It worked.

"Nothing can." she laughed as she turned her back to me. I got up and measured the height difference between us. She was roughly six inches smaller than me and I knew that I couldn’t hold on to her with ease. I would slow her down, and she didn’t need that.

"I don't think that's the best match," Jayden said. //Thank you,// I thought. Even though mind reading wasn't something Jayden excelled at, I tried to have conversation with him, even though i couldn't eve hear his response.