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And there, I saw her shoes flew in the air. I somehow slowed down for a second. And before I knew it, she already passed me.

"11.20 seconds." The guy said as he clicked on the timer.

I stopped near the 100 meter line, catching my breath. And from there, I saw Hazel picking up her shoes.

"Don't ever tell anyone about her time. Do you hear me?" I said.

"Y-Yes..." I saw him swallow his saliva. "But she broke the record for.."

"Don't. Tell. Anyone." My eyes locked into his. He nodded.

"Hail!!" It was James, running toward Hazel. "You were great!"

"Really?"

"You flew there like a storm.... like... a Hail Storm!!"

"What?! Stop calling me Hail." Hazel blushed.

"Dude," James ran toward my direction. "What's her time?"

"Let's see! I'm excited too!"

I took the stopwatch from the guy and clicked it. And again.

"14.27 seconds? How lame." I smiled.

"I see." James leaned closer to me. It made my heart pound faster. The smell of him... I can never get enough of it. "Don't tell Hail that you lost on purpose, alright? I wan't her to join the team. This would definitely boost her confidence."

"Sure." I faked a smile.

James did tell me earlier to lose on purpose. Truth is, I want to destroy her. I want to show her how useless she is... but.. I lost. And she was even wearing leather shoes and her school uniform. Not to mention that she even broke my best time of 11.59 seconds..

Walking home, I stopped by the nearby ramen shop at the school. They sell good and cheap stuff. As I was slurping my ramen, all I can taste was the bitter defeat. I never lost at anything once. I'm supposed to be perfect.. good at everything.

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If my parents found out...

My parents were both well-known prosecutors who never knew defeat at court. And to be like them, I have to be great at all the things. Look good and be the best. An elite like them. It was a heavy cross that I carry everyday. I have to wear the mask of Miss Perfect infront of everyone. They call me a prodigy. A genius. But the truth is, nobody knows how many hours I spend at studying. How many hours I practice the piano and the violin... nobody knows the true me.

Everyone is just in-love with the perfect me. The mask that I always put on. If I'm not that person, no one would surely like me.

And then, there's Hazel. The girl with a lot of flaws. She does well in studies and unlike me, she's very talented. I remember once that she played the piece that I practiced for months in the violin. She just looked at the way I play it, and she instantly got it. Which is why I hate her. Unlike me who puts all the effort to be perfect, she effortlessly does all the things that I can. She also looks better than me. If she just know how to dress up, she'd definitely be prettier than me.

I hate her so much.

She even got James' attention... the guy that I like.

James doesn't treat me the way others do. He treats me the same as everyone else. He talks to me casually as if I'm just one of his guy friends.

He's the only one who makes me feel all warm inside...

Until he saw Hazel.

He said that he watched their class' girls' basketball match and asked me about Hazel. He told me how fast she was and how he wants her to be in the team.

I thought he was just exaggerating... 11.20 seconds... I can't even get past my record of 11.55 seconds.. there's no way that's a fluke.

Hazel is jus talented.

She does things effortlessly. As if it was nothing. And I don't want her to break the illusion that I have made that I am greater than her... because if she does... I'll be nothing.

I arrived at home.

My mom went to the states because of a job. Which leaves me with my father and some of the maids.

There was a time when my I arrived home early than usual because the track and field practice got called off because of the heavy rain. And there, I saw my father and one of our maids doing it.

Sex.

The bad thing was, my father saw me.

And ever since that day, we never talked. And everytime I walk the corridors of the house, all I ever remember was that horrible scene.

I undressed and browsed the internet for stuffs. And you know, memes.

There are so many memes to make and memes to steal. Memes to post and memes to share. Somehow, I feel much important here than the real world. Just post a pic of yourself semi-naked and it'll boost the page's reach. Of course, I never show my face. I keep it blurred.

I just want to feel special. I guess I am that desperate to feel affection. But no matter how many likes nor shares, how many races that I win or medals I take home, it could never fill the void that my parents could only fill.

I am so messed up, I know. And I pour all of my frustrations on Hazel. I make her feel inferior because of my hatred for her. My hatred that I could never be as good as her.

The bad thing is, I never felt pity for her. I just want to destroy her. But I never felt happy.

And then I heard a thud on the door. I closed all the tabs and slowly went to get the door. It was my father.

"What is it, Pa-" before I could even finish my sentence, he pushed me inside the room and locked the door.

I fell on the floor. My father took off his belt. But not for the reason that he's going to whip me with it.

I seriously hate my life..

But I'm just a loser. And a loser's words are just lame Excuses.

Chalter Two : A Loser's Words Are Just Lame Excuses - End