FHS # 6 | Dubbed as the golden girl of Filimon Heights, everyone thinks Joana Cohen has everything a girl could ever want. However, what she has is the very thing that keeps her from getting what she truly wants.
With a life riddled with misconcep...
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I entered my room and collapsed to the bed. I've never felt so exhausted over a 20-minute car ride. My tears have dried up, but my heart is still as heavy as when I was with Sawyer.
I should have said this, I should have said that—normally, 'yan ang laman ng isip ko pagkatapos ng isang pagtatalo. Pero sa pagkakataong 'to, isang bagay lang ang iniisip ko.
"Do I like Cyprus San Carlos?" I asked myself while mindlessly staring at the ceiling.
I've always admired how hardworking and polite he is. How his cold facial expression is a far cry from his warm words and actions. How he actively listens to my stories and superficial rants. How he tries so hard to suppress his laughter every time I do and say something stupid. And how he makes me smile in the most mundane ways.
All of a sudden, my phone rang. I picked it up, only to see Sawyer calling me. I swiped reject and went back to my thoughts.
The nigh time came and all I could think about was Cyprus. I tried to distract myself by watching a movie, but I suddenly remembered how he used to be our chaperone every time Argentina, Izzy, and I would go to the cinema. I then decided to paint my thoughts away, but I started to wonder if he's good at painting too. I tried working out while belting out Taylor Swift songs, but again, all I could think about was him and how he would always hand me bottled water and towels.
In my desperate attempt to boot him off my mind, I tried to go to sleep even if its way too early. However, for the love of all things holy, I just couldn't stop thinking about him!
"Kasalanan mo 'to! Eric Thomasson Sawyer!" I screamed, kicking aimlessly under my blanket.
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Habang mag-isa akong kumakain ng breakfast sa mesa, bigla na lang dumaan si Kuya Lorenzo sa harapan ko. Napakagulo ng kanyang buhok at ni hindi man lang siya nag-abalang magsuot man ng t-shirt o hindi kaya'y maghilamos.
Dire-diretso lang si Kuya sa paglalakad patungo sa ref, pero sa isang iglap ay bigla na lamang siyang umatras at humarap sa direksyon ko.
"Ano?" Tinaasan ko siya agad ng kilay.
"Mukha kang batang hamog na ilang araw hindi natulog," aniya, bakas pa ang antok sa boses at mukha.
Napairap ako sa kanya at umakyat na lang ulit sa mesa para mag-ayos. After changing into my yellow tracksuit, I packed my bag and made sure to bring my outfit for school. Natatakot akong maabutan ni Sawyer sa bahay kaya naman gusto ko nang dumiretso agad sa university pagkatapos ko sa park.
Just like any other day, I rode my bike on the way to the park. Masama pa rin ang loob ko dahil sa mga binitiwang salita ni Sawyer, pero kahit papaano ay gumaan ang pakiramdam ko dahil sa sariwang hanging nadarama ko habang nagbibisikleta.
