Mountains of unrealistic hopes//Горы несбыточных надежд

September 1st

      Victoria Kazakova is a candidate for the presidency of the school government and, in her opinion, the most promising among the rest: a round excellent student, an activist, the best in parallel. Since childhood, she had a clear idea of who she wanted to become. She has long painted the whole future, which must be successful, bright, ideal and, of course, happy. What university he will apply to, what he will write about in his essay, how he will emphasize his qualities in it as the president of the school government… All that remained was to hear the solemn march, his name and loud applause. All this time, the desired picture, which loomed after many months, will finally appear before her.       But for some reason, she still does not leave the feeling that something is still wrong, it is impossible to enjoy the moment, or something. A full hall of students and a couple of teachers proudly looking in her direction do not inspire confidence or a sense of satisfaction at all. It’s kind of uncomfortable. Maybe it’s too much attention for Vicky’s not very sociable nature? This, of course, makes sense. Or maybe she will lose too much if she does not take up this position? The goal, confidence in it and respect from teachers, shame… So, we need to stop thinking about it, otherwise you never know.       Interaction with society has always been difficult for her. But still, something else bothered her. Something obsessive, burning. If only she knew where this feeling of a drilled hole in her came from.       He ignores it, because it doesn’t matter anymore. Not now. He’ll think about it later. At the moment, you need to keep your ears open, because now… That’s it! And…       “Congratulations, Karina Scott!..”       “How’s that? What? My name doesn’t seem to be Karina, or even Scott…” is the last thing that flashes through her head before she realizes.       I think my ears are stuck. Now she can’t hear the screaming guys, or the applause she expected, even her own voice is not in her head, nothing at all. A couple of moments in the form of a statue, and she comes to her senses. The feelings that came over too sharply. Too much. With blue eyes, he looks around with animal anger, looking for this Karina, who will now begin to rise on the school stage. She seemed to be the reason she felt like some kind of damn exotic animal all this time. What a shame…       Karina finally meets the murderous gaze of the animal. It took a long time for the girl to realize that she had been bypassed.       It’s not like Karina fought so hard for this place. She had never pored over textbooks, or spent so much time on pointless competitions. She just knew that if she tried, she would win. Everyone knew. There is no magic or magic, just a beautiful face, a gifted mind and a friendly smile.       That’s what the applicant needed. She remembers how last year Vika couldn’t share something with someone, and Karina came across this sight every time. It was funny to watch, but now she will finally take her eyes off poor loser Vicky, look at everyone with tenderness, bestowing a bouquet of words of gratitude. But everything is also top-down.              — I am immensely grateful to everyone who voted for me. I will try to meet your expectations, and let it be controlled by my comrades. I would like to introduce you to the new Prime Minister: Victoria Kazakova! — the newly-made president says, after which applause beats off the walls of the hall, and Vika rises to the stage as if on a scaffold. He glances briefly at the girl, looking for at least some explanation for her decision, but to no avail.       Curiosity and fervor are subdued by a smile in her direction, in a completely different manner, from which immediately goosebumps run through her body…       — Forget it already, being a prime minister is not bad either!       — You know what?! — she began in a whisper, smiling sweetly at the audience — You just wanted to show off! And by the way, I need this for admission!       — What’s the difference already? So we will…       And she no longer listens, replays what happened in her head anew, gets angry again, sad again, digs her nails into her skin until she bleeds, until Dima’s friend, whom she has ignored now, soberly cracks her. But Vika did not stay away either: she put her hand on his head in surprise.       — Hey! Let’s go already. It’s all right, being a minister is also good!       — Oh, Dim, I’m sorry, — her conscience wakes up, but immediately falls back asleep. “Why do they all have the same thing on their minds?” — Wait, no, fuck you! What’s the good of that? Have you even seen her face? She’s obviously doing this to spite me. It seems to me that she doesn’t like me! How are we even going to work together? Why did she choose me at all? Couldn’t you have done it on your own? Vika began to get indignant.       — A pretty face, everyone saw it, — Ksyusha can’t help but insert his five kopecks into the conversation, I skip all the last part of the remark. And Vika is angry. Yes, not for long, I got excited. He loves her too much. Of all of them, she was the one who took her goal the most seriously. It’s just a pity it turned out in vain.       — Wiki has the same thing. It’s cute,” Lisa says with distaste, expecting Vika not to be offended by this. He’ll grumble a little, but he won’t be offended. — And you could even get around her if, well, for example, you smiled there, smothered less, you know? It’s her own fault. Just accept it.       — Don’t say that! — Kira joins in the conversation. She is such a kind, bright girl, very caring and brave at such moments. — Karina would have won anyway. There was no chance there!       Vika must have hurried, looking at her as if she were an angel. Or is the situation so desperate? In any case, her heart is quietly cracking into millions of pieces. That’s from someone, but to hear such a thing from her is quite the edge. She needs to get out of here as soon as possible and breathe alone.       — That’s it, people, I’ll die with you faster than with this… girl. I’ll write to the chat in the evening, let’s go,” he says goodbye, waving his hand listlessly to everyone.       Circus day. She felt in the morning that she should have had more coffee in the morning. I didn’t have any nerves left in one school day. And Vicky has always had a bad time with patience, but she holds on as best she can. Just in case, it’s better to hide away from the eyes of other students. Therefore, he walks alone with his purchases from a small shop near the school to the sports field. It’s empty the first month after the holidays anyway. The lineup took away everyone’s strength, even enthusiastic athletes were not ready to take the field. It’s better for her: she will sort out her thoughts, washing down each with the vigorous taste of some kind of energy drink.       Vika has never liked this stuff, that’s why she’s drinking now, looking for a way to get involved in reality. The jewelry process is this: she needs to drain all the anger from this world to the dirty taste of this stuff, then the balance of the universe will be restored.       More precisely, her character will become more tolerant. She is sure that now she will not stand anyone at all, she will yell, she will not control what happens next and she will regret it for a very long time.       And how inexorably, unfairly fate played with her, pushing her against Karina right now.