The Price of Blind Trust
We were supposed to hand in our college applications. The ditzy school belle volunteered to hand in the whole class' applications and told them it could save them time.
"Have fun, guys. I'll make sure all your applications are handed in."
I was the class president, and I told her that the applications are important. "Their future is on the line. We can't have someone else hand in the applications on their behalf. They have to be there themselves. No exceptions."
That made her cry, and she told everyone that I humiliated her. That very afternoon, she climbed up to the main building's roof and jumped off.
My childhood friends lost their minds when the results were out. They stopped me from getting out of the classroom and yanked my hair as they dragged me to the rooftop.
"She was only trying to help! Why'd you humiliate her?"
"You killed her! You're not our class president!"
"We're not letting you live! Not when she's dead!"
They shoved me off the rooftop. I hit the ground hard, and blood seeped into the cracks between the tiles of the ground.
When my eyes snapped open again, the first thing I saw was the school madonna asking for everyone's application.
I snickered and handed her what she asked for.
My childhood friends were surprised but also glad. I went into the headmaster's office and signed the papers that would secure me a spot in Harland University. There was only one of those here.
This time around, I decided to stop helping those who didn't deserve it and take the highway to success.
The boys would see their own future ruined as their applications were changed and sabotaged. As for me? Why, I couldn't care less.