Of Friction II

Earlier in the day, he had came face to face with one of them. He had mentally prepared himself for a long time for this. He found it almost hard to breathe.. "Be strong, be strong, i have earn my right to be here". He is from this land, this is where he grew and this is where he will fight.

Yet he knows.

He might never truly become one of them despite earning his right to be a part of all this.
"We never really got used to the new guys" The sentence repeated itself in his head, some tone, some voice, relentlessly.

"What do you mean new guys? Aren't we part of the setup too?" he tries to convince himself of his worth in his mind. "This is our land, not yours.." Mixed emotions of hate and fear caused him to speak only to himself, cursing the system and those who are in the same predictment.

Pride surrounds the young man's soul as he strive to gain recognition for coming so far. It has always been his dream to be part of the all these, but now that he has earned his place amongst them, he felt ridculed, he felt insulted, insulted that it seem wrong to be "normal". Amongst them, he felt inferior and he hated it so much it hurts. A part of him couldn't wait to prove that he too can excel as they did, yet a part of him holds him back, failing to act in fear of failure.