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A person's identity says a lot about them. A strong human never lets others pressure him or her into doing something he or she don't want to. I have always thought of myself as a strong person who never gives in to peer-pressure. When my friends used to pressurize me into smoking pot with them I never did it, because I simply didn't want to. Yeah I have gotten drunk and have done a lot of stupid things, but none of them were because I wanted to prove myself to someone; it was just because I wanted to do it. I used to think that I can never be pressurized into doing anything. I believed that, that day will never come when I will do something I don't want to just to prove myself, but I guess I was wrong.
My whole body was tensed and stiff as I stood in front of Miranda—the girl who challenged me up for a duel. I don't know anything about magic, today was my first class and I already made an enemy who is surely way more experienced than I am.
I am so screwed.
No one can save me now, she will probably—oh what the heck, not probably, she will for sure turn me into a chicken or something and feed me to a dinosaur. Oh my god, she will maybe turn into a dinosaur and then eat me! Okay, Angel, calm down, you can do this, you have to, and if you don't then you will forever be laughed at and frowned upon. Maybe not frowned upon, but I will definitely become the new laughingstock of the school.
Miranda's ugly raven colored hair were blowing with the wind, and that evil smirk on her lips made her look like a possessed, crazy bitch—she looks like that all the time, anyways. Her white tank top and jeans were a little too tight, which I can probably use to my advantage since there is no way she can be comfortable wearing that. I can make her run in those clothes because unlike her I am wearing yoga pants, and a loose cotton tee with sneakers.
A whole lot of people from my school were encircling around Miranda and I, leaving enough space for us to duel. Chants of "fight, fight, fight," could be heard from all around the place. Stella's high-pitched shriek of delight gave me a boost of confidence. On top of that, all of my other roomies along with Brandon and Jake were standing with poster boards which read "Go! Angel!"—Along with some more cheesy slogans.
As far as I could see no one was cheering for Miranda, which made me very happy. A random guy was standing in between Miranda and I, waiting for the crowd to quiet down so that we could start our legendary duel that is about to happen. Once the audience calmed down the guy made Miranda and I stand back-to-back. It was the basic technique of dueling, walk five steps and then shoot—instead of shooting we will be doing some wand action—gosh that sounds dirty.
One...two...three...four...five...I turned around ready to hit her with my wand because I just couldn't concentrate enough to hurt her with my magic. She took advantage of my fazed brain and nicked my ankle with some purple looking rays that came out of her wand. I was shocked, my mouth agape, this is going to be way harder than I thought. That's what she said, my mind called out and at that moment I knew I was going to lose, I mean I just can't concentrate, maybe I have ADHD. Not knowing what to do, I started running all around the little circle I was in that was made by the crowd. People were laughing at my act of cowardliness, but I just couldn't do anything.
Seems to me that no matter what happens a person gets his or her motivation from the only person they know they can't get it from. Right now all my mind could think about was Dwayne and his sparkly blue eyes. I wanted him to be here, look me in the eye and tell me that "Angel, you can do this," but of course he wasn't here, not that I expected him to be. I mean I was the one who ran away, and I didn't even give him a chance to explain. It's too late now, I think I have lost him, I lost my future...
