GRAY AND PINK

GRAY 25

Okay, so Im not in the mood today. I drool my body over the bed and begaon to read our school's newly published portfolio named "CHANGE". They said change is constant, and it was indeed, true. It is either our greatest asset that can lead us to success or can be the heaviest liability that can lead us to major failure. For me, change is somewhat good. Its nice to see new things again or to be in a new place again so there's nothing wrong with changing -- changing yourself, your lifestyle or anything that you want to. Some might see "CHANGE" as an obstacle of their life, well I guess, that depends on the situation.  Okay, enough with the "CHANGE."

I was once a writer in this portfolio during my sophomore years. Actually, writing is my passion and my means of communicating my feelings, thoughts and actions. During my grade school, I was our class representative during writing contests and it feels so good everytime I won. I never fail to make my teachers proud of me, and my classmates, if there are any, and of course, my parents.

It was a winter afternoon when my passion in writing changed. I was about to take my lunch when Cholo, my nerd classmate and also once a writer in our school's portfolio.

"Hey." The nerd approached me and I was like, "Me?"

"Oh, hi," I said instead.

"You busy?"

"Can't you state the obvious?" I was eating, really.

"Nevermind."

But something really strange about that nerd that made me grabbed his nerdy shoulders.

"Wait. What do you need?"

"I need to talk to you."

"Well, you're talking at me right now."

"Stupid." He said in a low pitch voice.

"What?"

"I mean, nothing."

"So why do you want me to talk?"

"This is about school paper," and it catched my attention.

Cholo sat down and faced me, seriously looking at my eyes, as if I was a criminal.

"You should quit writing in our school paper."

"Why would I do that?"

Really, why would I do that? I just can't give up my life because of this nerd. Who is he to command me like that?

"Because Mr. Williams sold our writings."

Is he an avid hater of Sir Williams? Well, Elmar Williams is our school paper adviser and obviously, he was responsible for our finished articles, next to the editor-in-chief.

I concentrated on my food, waiting for what would he say.

"Although the school paper got published every school year, he still receive some credits because of your articles, or whatsoever news, feature, and many more.

"Are you sure about that? And how did you arrived to that conclusion?"

"Because," and he leaned closer to me by transferring to my bench, "I'm a spy."

"You must be out of your mind. He can't do those things that you're accusing on him."

"Believe me, I made a fake account on the website he was in and pretended I was looking for a good article for my niece, for example. Then, I went through his profile and began a conversation on him. We exchange transactions and charged me large amount of dollars."

"I still don't get it. Why would he do that? And what's that site? I want to figure it out with myself."

Cholo wrote something on a scratch paper and handled it over to Drake.