Isabelle and Dwayne, V1, #22 Enemies
Title: In the Beginning
Prompt: #22 Enemies
Prompt Set: Various 1
Ratings/Warnings: G
Notes: Just a narrative I wrote off the top of my head. Go me.
I don’t remember how it began, exactly. I don’t remember how the rivalry between me and Dwayne began. But I remember that It wasn’t until the ending of sixth grade that things really started letting loose.
I remember the first day of sixth grade, being in the beginner percussion class, and sitting in a circle to introduce ourselves and learn about our beginning equipment. He was short then, just as tall as me.
He seemed harmless when I first met him. I thought that if I ever got a chance to talk to him, we’d become good friends.
Man, was I wrong.
Underneath that polite exterior that day was the real him - the boy that insults people on contact, the boy that pokes fun at anything and everything.
Brat.
At the end of that year we had become full-fledged enemies. The results for the next year’s concert bands were out, and I had beaten him. Sure, we were in the same band, but I had a higher chair rank.
Yeah, like chairs really matter in percussion.
So from then on I got to be the one making fun of him, since he never practiced and I always turned out so much better than him.
Ha. Like that’ll stop him. He just found ways around it.
Bigger Brat.
8th grade came and gone, and he never changed. High school started, he got a little more polite to people his age instead of just the adults. But he still found ways to annoy me.
Biggest Brat that ever lived.
I guess Dwayne’s just always been my enemy. No way to change that.
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Oh yeah, I remember how it happened.
I always thought Isabelle was a freak. When I met her, she was fat. Really fat, fatter than me (well, I’m not exactly fat… but I sort of was then). And she was obsessed with whatever stupid anime crap was on TV and that manga crap and all that. Yeah. She was a freak.
And she still is, though she’s not fat and she doesn’t show this weir obsession of hers anymore. If it’s still there, that is. Which I bet it is.
When I first saw her I thought “Oh. There’s a fat kid. She’ll never make it to high school.”
But she did.
And I always made fun of her. And I always thought it was funny. And she always got annoyed.
I’ll admit, I really started to hate her when she turned out to really focus on her music and became so much better than me. But hey, percussion isn’t THAT big of a deal to me…
It’s harder now, though. She lost at LEAST half her weight. She grew her hair. If you didn’t know her, you’d think she was prep at first glance. But she’s still a freak. And a geek. And all that stuff.
Almost like me, except in a different way.
Ask me about Isabelle Lore, and I’ll say she’s my worst enemy. End of story.