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Nadia Valiente's disappearance has always been a mystery to her friend, Marina. By how her alleged suicide took place, up to the position that she was in whilst on that river, soaked to death, felt like an unsealed package...
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MARINA
Tick tock...
Tick tock...
Tick tock...
The bell rings again.
It's time for our next, and finally, the last class for this week. It's Friday. Should I be happy about that?
No.
I stand up since I don't have any thing to put in my bag. I didn't participate in the class again. Because guess what? Everyone still pretends not to notice me. They still treat me like a flying air in the room.
I don't mind, tho. But I'm perplexed. I still can't figure out the possible reason why they don't want to talk to me, why they treat me like I don't exist.
Like I am dead.
Kahit nakatayo na 'ko'y hinintay ko muna na makalabas silang lahat bago ako nagtungo sa pintuan. Umiiwas na rin ako, dahil nakakairitang makita ang ekspresyon ng mga mukha nila sa tuwing napapansing nadidikit ang katawan nila sa akin.
When no one else is in the room anymore, I stare at Nadia's seat that's now vacant.
“Do you know why are they avoiding me?” I ask no one.
“Because you're so adorable, that's why they're insecure enough to hate you,” mumbles someone.
Muntik na akong mapatalon sa kaba nang may marinig akong kaluskos ng mga paa sa aking likuran.
When I turn my body to face him, I found him holding a basin and a mop. “Good day, Tres,” he greets with a wide grin.
“Walang good sa day kung ikaw ang makikita ko bago umuwi.” I walk towards him and grab the mop from his veiny white hand.
“Hey! That's mine!”
“Go get yourself another one.” hindi ko pinansin ang pagrereklamo niya at naglakad na palabas sa malamig na silid.
He follows me and I can feel his grumpy face behind my back.
“You always do this every time we have to clean!” pagmamaktol niya habang hinahabol ang aking mga yabag.
I face him. “Then you should get two mops the next day so that I won't steal yours,” buwelta ko. “Moreover, don't call me Tres. Marina is my name.”
“Who said I call you that way because it's your name?” he cockily mutters. “Tres is short for—”
“Trespasser, yes. You don't have to remind me how stupid I am every time we see each other.”
