Board Thread:Fun and Games/@comment-34320391-20180712000122/@comment-34320391-20180817105911

Back to task, kinda. Yay!

This has been circulating around my mind for a while now, so I wrote it down. Accept it, don't, whatever. If you like part of this, I think the battle would be best said in third person, to show both character's feelings. If you like it, Hana can extend it out and can be a prologue to a section, in third person. A special, showing a small change in the story, before reverting back to the main method of our story's storytelling.

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Initial Chase

Generic Fight

Some Roasts between the Two, before below.

"You're, you're using him!" Trista shouted, her words ringing in the air between them.

"What are you trying to prove?" Red sneered, her face emotionless after the wild accusation which had just been thrown at her.

"The only reason he fancies you is because you're the first girl the poor boy's seen! And you're just using him because he's so much better than you. Yeah, I said it. He deserves better," Trista exclaimed, cherishing the pain in Red's eyes.

"And... and what about you?" Red asked her words filled with venom.

"He needs me, not you, " Trista whispered back. The words hung in the air, neither speaking, staring each other down, neither flinching. Red was hurt, they both knew that, but neither backed down.

"Him. With you? He'll be a nobody, lost in your shadow!" Red shouted back, already hurt, but trying to turn the knife on Trista.


 * Unlike anything that Red expected, those words cut in deeper than anything Trista had ever realised before. The true weight of those words revealed something to Trista she had been successfully avoiding, hoping that it wasn't true. 'Did Nik think of me like that?' Trista thought to herself, the words consuming her.

[the above paragraph needs to be rephrased]

Red's words pierced Trista and she fell, her legs like jelly, her knees sinking into the green grass beneath her. It wasn't a lush green, but more of a sickly green, the type that would tear you apart.

Red didn't flinch but continued to stare at Trista, who was now looking blankly at the grass in front of her. Red heard the footsteps of the others coming behind her. Red glared at Trista once more, and ran away, towards the town, leaving Trista to the other's verdict. But the hurt had been done. To both of them. And they both knew it.

Rephrase it. I will probably, but please comment.