"Rule #1: Don't chase your potential clients with a knife."
Have you ever felt like you were cursed to suffer forever? Like the entire purpose of your life is for tormention? Because I do. Ever since I was born, life has a strange way of reminding me why I shouldn't hold on to things that were meant to break. Trends, promises, status, condoms, standards and et cetera.
Everything is uncertain and in order to live, I must be adaptable to changes. Good thing my Papu taught me the art of not giving a fuck. With our late black pick-up truck, he was literally driving me to kindergarten, blasting his favourite rock bands in our speaker as if we owned the streets. He raised me so damn well and I wouldn't achieve half of the peacefulness I have without him.
So with my shades and black lipstick on years later, I can still always roam the streets of Cashmodeus City with the smug look on my face and do whatever I want. Because just like what he said, to hell be with everyone, it ain't their life to live but mine. I felt so free and me. Well, not until another shit happened...
"Rule #16: Atleast look like you're not a murderer or something. Hey, are you even listening?"
Bumuntonghininga ako at tuluyan na lang na isinubsob ang sarili sa mini sofa na kinalalagyan. "Yes, I am," I even said without batting my cousin an eye.
"Sure you did. No wonder wala ka pa ring nakukuhang customer maski isa." Napasinghal ito at inilapag ang palad sa babasaging mesa. Sa pagkakataong 'yon ay dahan dahan ko itong nilingon at tinaasan ng isang kilay.
"Well, hindi naman lahat ng tao ay maganda ang taste, ano." Mabagal kong ibinababa hanggang sa bridge ng ilong ang shades na suot. "And why would I lower myself to the likes of their standards?"
"Because you needed money, biatch! And can you fucking act according to your financial status?"
"Hey, Briar. Chill. We can't afford to differentiate the hot sauce and the gushing blood out of your exploded veins in our pizza, if you keep screaming like that. Besides, our Naenia is priceless." My goth girl Rogue sure knows how to cut Briar and I's never ending war into an awkward silence. Although they themselves were childhood nemesis ever since they stabbed each other with pencil when we were in Grade 2.
But anyway, that was then, and good thing Rogue is sitting next to my grumpy cousin who's now fuming red because of rage or... maybe because humiliation.
Bigla rin ba namang nagsitinginan sa direksyon namin ang ibang mga schoolmates na balak din atang mag lunch dito sa Pizza Shop katabi ng University.
Oh dear, what a great timing! Potential customers!
In an instant, I flipped my long and wavy hair. I then fixed the hem of my white backless dress and made sure that it'll look good being topped with my black short vintage blazer. With that, I greeted them with a wide smile.
"Hello, good morning lovely human beings! College ka na ba, pero tamad pa rin? Balak mo lang ba talagang maging palamunin sa bahay at hindi mag effort? Good thing an English Mage is here, Naenia Lovercraft! Your certified ghostwriter and academic commissioner!" malambing kong saad at nilapitan sila't nakipag beso pa.
"Term Papers? Position Papers? Thesis? Essays? Poems? Novelettes? I can basically do anything because I'm not a helpless and pathetic brats who lacks the ability to can. Tandaan, ang inyong katamaran ang aking kabuhayan. So what are you waiting for? Give me your money or I will kill you-mphh rmphh phffm!"
Kamuntik ko nang malasahan kung saan huling hinawak ni Briar ang kamay niya nang bigla niya itong itinakip sa bibig ko. Maypa sorry sorry pa siyang nalalaman sa mga 'yon at tuluyan na akong kinaladkad palabas ng Cerberus Pizza Shop! Like ew and what the flying fuck?
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Фэнтези"The 10th circle of hell was actually the earth, and being alive is the real tormention." Naenia Lovercraft is a ghostwriter who's in a dire need of money, but because she's an epitome of a mad woman, every potential client tries to run for their l...
