I Shall Break Off Our Engagement For You
[Chapter 14]
Translated by: ME
[Maisie, what's that poem?]
Rachel cornered Maisie as she entered the classroom.
[W-What do you mean... ?]
[Don't play dumb.]
Rachel thrust a piece of paper she was holding in front of Maisie's face.
Cathy and Brittany peered at it from the side.
[Is this Maisie's poem?]
[From the Grain Newspaper?]
The two of them didn't seem to grasp the situation, but Rachel's eyes were burning with anger.
Maisie tilted her head.
[Is there something wrong with this poem?]
[You wrote this by copying my poem, didn't you?]
[Huh... ?]
[That expression in the third verse is exactly like the poem I was chosen for in poetry class!]
Cathy and the others picked up the piece of paper and began to read it.
[Now that you mention it, it feels like I've read it before.]
[Indeed... The words expressing the protagonist's feelings and stuff, it's kind of...]
[It's not just that part.]
Rachel bit her lip in frustration, but Maisie gave a small, troubled smile, saying, [Isn't it possible for things to accidentally be similar?]
[It's not accidental, is it? You heard my poem in class.]
Maisie fell silent, and from somewhere, a whisper was heard: [Isn't that just paranoia?]
It seemed that one of the classmates who didn't think highly of Rachel, who had a somewhat condescending attitude, had said it.
Encouraged by that, Maisie, who had been silent, opened her mouth.
[Um... Isn't it normal for everyone to reference something or be influenced by something... ?]
As Maisie spoke weakly, someone murmured in agreement, [That's right.]
Cathy and Brittany looked around in confusion and then turned their gaze back to Rachel.
Rachel glared at Maisie.
[It's not just referencing or being influenced. This is imitation.]
[Even if you say that... I...]
Maisie looked down with a tearful face, and the eyes around her became sympathetic.
At the same time, the atmosphere of blaming Rachel intensified.
In creating poetry, it's impossible not to be influenced by anything, and it's true that people reference things.
What Maisie was saying sounded perfectly reasonable.
But...
[I'm the one who wants to cry! I didn't write that poem so you could steal it!]
Shouting that, Rachel stormed out of the classroom.
As an awkward atmosphere filled the air, Felicia stepped into the classroom.
When she was shown the piece of paper that Cathy was holding, it was a copy of Maisie's poem that had been sent to the Grain Newspaper.
It was from a while ago when Maisie's name had been published, but at that time, the poem itself hadn't appeared in the newspaper.
She didn't know how she had gotten it, but it seemed that Rachel, who was enthusiastic about poetry, had been curious about what kind of poem Maisie had submitted and had requested it.
As she quickly began to read, Felicia immediately understood what Maisie had done.
Several places where only proper nouns had been changed caught her eye, and there were also other places where only the word order had been slightly altered, and places where the same story as Rachel's poem was unfolding.
And as she read on, a chill began to run down her spine.
(This...)
The story that followed was exactly the same as the one Felicia had submitted in class.
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