Cynical Perceptions

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Cynical Perceptions

There are many advantages  in being close friends with the school prince, I decided as I went inside the school. One, the instant respect of the school, two, the status that it gave and three, the most amazing after parties you get invited to. But it also had a lot of disanvantages; the assumption that you are the school prince’s beau, not getting along with most girls who adore him and them trying to find flaws that could plummet you to hell. But, contrary to popular belief, it’s not as if  I would end up with him. I, for one, was an exception.

As I stepped into the class, my eyes moved to the school prince, Adam Feyham, and his right hand man, Brad Wellman, as they sat on each of their chairs. The two are as different as night and day, their personalities and mannerism clashing completely.But for them, it worked.

Many people wondered why they were best friends. But how could they not see that the answer when it was glaringly obvious? Adam was constantly surrounded by simpering girls that were only after his family status that’s linked to the surname Feyham. He was flocked by boys who hoped to insure a good relationship with him. Basically, he was worshipped. He needed someone that wasn’t awed by his wealth and status, someone who he could consider an equal. That was where Brad came in.

Brad, however, has no patience for flattery. Instead, he often needed someone to deflate his ego and match his bravado. But, he also thrived for challenge. So what bigger challenge than befriending Adam Feyham? The boy who most failed to get close to.

They were polar opposites, in both personality and appearance. Their hair was both tamed giving Adam a complete air of composure. Brad however chose to style his. Causing him to come off as suave. Where Adam came across being polite to the point of being cold, Brad oozed charm. From the first year in this school, Adam let his surname define him. But Brad? He refused to do so.

I snapped out of my thoughts as Adam motioned me over. As I sat down next to him, i could feel prissy princesses looking, glaring at me. “How was detention?” He asked, a smirk growing on his face. “Zabini had me cleaning equipments.” I said, not in the mood to play games. “You poor baby.” He said, the laugh barely concealed in his voice. “We can’t all be his favoured” I  rolled my eyes.

“And why would you want to be?” Brad asked directing attention to himself. “I heard he’s a complete jerk.” The smirk fell off Adam’s face as he started another argument with Brad. Throughout the years, Brad and I haven’t talked to each other. We acknowledge each other’s presence and we didn’t hate each other, we just didn’t talk. I watched amused at their argument. But I was stunned as I saw Brad winked at me out of the corner of his eyes. That was new.

By: Aqeela Syakira 8B

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Cynical Perceptions

There are many advantages  in being close friends with the school prince, I decided as I went inside the school. One, the instant respect of the school, two, the status that it gave and three, the most amazing after parties you get invited to. But it also had a lot of disanvantages; the assumption that you are the school prince’s beau, not getting along with most girls who adore him and them trying to find flaws that could plummet you to hell. But, contrary to popular belief, it’s not as if  I would end up with him. I, for one, was an exception.

As I stepped into the class, my eyes moved to the school prince, Adam Feyham, and his right hand man, Brad Wellman, as they sat on each of their chairs. The two are as different as night and day, their personalities and mannerism clashing completely.But for them, it worked.

Many people wondered why they were best friends. But how could they not see that the answer when it was glaringly obvious? Adam was constantly surrounded by simpering girls that were only after his family status that’s linked to the surname Feyham. He was flocked by boys who hoped to insure a good relationship with him. Basically, he was worshipped. He needed someone that wasn’t awed by his wealth and status, someone who he could consider an equal. That was where Brad came in.

Brad, however, has no patience for flattery. Instead, he often needed someone to deflate his ego and match his bravado. But, he also thrived for challenge. So what bigger challenge than befriending Adam Feyham? The boy who most failed to get close to.

They were polar opposites, in both personality and appearance. Their hair was both tamed giving Adam a complete air of composure. Brad however chose to style his. Causing him to come off as suave. Where Adam came across being polite to the point of being cold, Brad oozed charm. From the first year in this school, Adam let his surname define him. But Brad? He refused to do so.

I snapped out of my thoughts as Adam motioned me over. As I sat down next to him, i could feel prissy princesses looking, glaring at me. “How was detention?” He asked, a smirk growing on his face. “Zabini had me cleaning equipments.” I said, not in the mood to play games. “You poor baby.” He said, the laugh barely concealed in his voice. “We can’t all be his favoured” I  rolled my eyes.

“And why would you want to be?” Brad asked directing attention to himself. “I heard he’s a complete jerk.” The smirk fell off Adam’s face as he started another argument with Brad. Throughout the years, Brad and I haven’t talked to each other. We acknowledge each other’s presence and we didn’t hate each other, we just didn’t talk. I watched amused at their argument. But I was stunned as I saw Brad winked at me out of the corner of his eyes. That was new.

By: Aqeela Syakira 8B

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Cynical Perceptions

There are many advantages  in being close friends with the school prince, I decided as I went inside the school. One, the instant respect of the school, two, the status that it gave and three, the most amazing after parties you get invited to. But it also had a lot of disanvantages; the assumption that you are the school prince’s beau, not getting along with most girls who adore him and them trying to find flaws that could plummet you to hell. But, contrary to popular belief, it’s not as if  I would end up with him. I, for one, was an exception.

As I stepped into the class, my eyes moved to the school prince, Adam Feyham, and his right hand man, Brad Wellman, as they sat on each of their chairs. The two are as different as night and day, their personalities and mannerism clashing completely.But for them, it worked.

Many people wondered why they were best friends. But how could they not see that the answer when it was glaringly obvious? Adam was constantly surrounded by simpering girls that were only after his family status that’s linked to the surname Feyham. He was flocked by boys who hoped to insure a good relationship with him. Basically, he was worshipped. He needed someone that wasn’t awed by his wealth and status, someone who he could consider an equal. That was where Brad came in.

Brad, however, has no patience for flattery. Instead, he often needed someone to deflate his ego and match his bravado. But, he also thrived for challenge. So what bigger challenge than befriending Adam Feyham? The boy who most failed to get close to.

They were polar opposites, in both personality and appearance. Their hair was both tamed giving Adam a complete air of composure. Brad however chose to style his. Causing him to come off as suave. Where Adam came across being polite to the point of being cold, Brad oozed charm. From the first year in this school, Adam let his surname define him. But Brad? He refused to do so.

I snapped out of my thoughts as Adam motioned me over. As I sat down next to him, i could feel prissy princesses looking, glaring at me. “How was detention?” He asked, a smirk growing on his face. “Zabini had me cleaning equipments.” I said, not in the mood to play games. “You poor baby.” He said, the laugh barely concealed in his voice. “We can’t all be his favoured” I  rolled my eyes.

“And why would you want to be?” Brad asked directing attention to himself. “I heard he’s a complete jerk.” The smirk fell off Adam’s face as he started another argument with Brad. Throughout the years, Brad and I haven’t talked to each other. We acknowledge each other’s presence and we didn’t hate each other, we just didn’t talk. I watched amused at their argument. But I was stunned as I saw Brad winked at me out of the corner of his eyes. That was new.

By: Aqeela Syakira 8B

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