"I have the sacred power of-" Rikka announced as she was promptly hit in the head by the teacher. Glaring, the teacher walked back to her desk. "Hmph! You mortals can't comprehend my power! I'm too strong for you!" Rikka exclaimed, storming out of the class.
My friend, Rikka, had always been like this. She always pretended as if she had powers. No one really knows why, but we all just accept it as a part of her. However, recently, Rikka has started having more outbursts. She gets irritated a lot more easily as well.
Due to her frequent outbursts, I have been assigned to bring her back to class, as I'm her closest friend. With the teacher's permission, I followed Rikka. I darted from hallway to hallway, hoping to find her. After an unfruitful search, I returned to class and informed the teacher. As I lay the news on her, her face began to turn pale. She looked for her phone, only to drop it twice while trying to message someone.
"Aiden, meet me after school. I'll be in the staff room."
I headed towards the staff room after school. Rikka had still not shown up, which was unusual. Upon entering the staff room, I was asked to sit down. "Aiden, listen to me. Rikka's actions are beginning to worry me. I need you to go to her house and ask her sister what is going on. I'm sure you've been to her house before, so you know the situation with her parents," The teacher said, handing me a file. "Give this to her sister. Now, be on your way."
"Rikka has had over twelve outbursts in the last week, all of which led to running away from class. The teacher instructed me to hand this file over to you," I informed her, handing over the file. "On a personal note, why does Rikka act like this? And why have these outbursts started?" I inquired. She smiled at me. She quickly got up from her seat and asked Rikka to get some groceries. Stealthily, Rikka sneaked out and left.
"Her delusions stem from her father. He would like it when she acted like this, like a person with powers. Rikka... was very close with her father. This was her way of coping with his death. She would act like Father was still alive but was beyond the horizon. When I moved out, she came with me as Mother didn't want someone like her. Rikka has been like this since. As for the recent issues, Rikka has to move back soon. I'm moving to Italy next week, so she has to stay with our mother again." After processing all of that, I thanked her and left.
One week later, Rikka was moving out. I helped her put her stuff in the car and waited. I had a gift ready for her. As she was about to sit in the car, I called out to her. "Rikka! Take this!" She walked towards me and I gave her the gift. As she was about to head back, I hugged her. "We like you just the way you are, Rikka. Never forget that."
“Thank you. Thank you, Aiden”
(If you recognize what this is based on, I love you)