Board Thread:Short Stories and Fanfictions/@comment-44044902-20191223012817/@comment-44044902-20191225193617

Chapter 2

You know the saying, “if everyone’s unique, no one’s unique”? Or was it, “if no one’s unique, everyone’s unique”? Whatever. Point is: Sophie Foster was unique. And I’m not just talking about her freaky eyes or weird name. That girl radiated power. Though no one would’ve ever noticed. When Dame Alina announced the new prodigy that day, the poor thing pretty much sprinted out, desperate for some closure. I had to stifle a laugh. She was going to get eaten up. I mean—who comes into Foxfire in the middle of the year? Had I known I was going to befriend the most powerful elf in history, well, maybe I would’ve been a bit nicer.

But me being the caring person that I already was, I saved her from the drooly disaster that she could’ve been a part of her first day. And you know how the great Sophie Foster repaid me? She made heart eyes at Fitz the whole time. Who does that? Oh, and don’t think I didn’t notice her way-too-naïve manner. Sophie barely knew anything about Foxfire. I was starting to consider that she was a troll in disguise.

I was seriously about to act on the whole actually-a-troll idea when the splotching competition came into play. I sucked at telekinesis, so, begrudgingly, I was among the first people out. To ''Stina. ''Ugh. You would not believe the shock that registered on my face when I saw Sophie advance. It was all worth it, though, when she put Stina in her place. Snot-green was not her color. That was the moment when I officially joined the Sophie Foster Fan Club. If someone like Sophie could get on Stina’s bad side, she was my type of girl.

And then something weird happened. Sophie Foster, a level two, was up against the almighty Fitz Vacker. And she won. I think Biana’s jealousy was rubbing off on me, because I couldn’t figure out if I was amazed or loathful. I settled on loathful, because right after, she ditched me. Pushed me aside like I was gum on the bottom of her privileged shoe. At those moments I wished I had a normal parent to vent to. To rage to. To cry to. But no, I was stuck with my awful life while Sophie and Biana manifested into amazing abilities and became the ultimate best friends.

Fast-forward a few years, and I’m still kicked to the curb like I’m useless. And maybe I was. After all, I started talking to Stina while Sophie was off with the Neverseen kicking her butt. I’d be lying if I said I wanted that, but I’d also be lying if I said I didn’t. It was conflicting.

Still, I did nothing. I closed all ties with the “Mysterious Miss F.” Because who needed her when they had me?