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"YOU BET I know! Duh!"
My sister slammed her cellphone on her bed. Naging iritado ang mukha nito when the caller hung up, spit those words — like a backstabber bud who will suddenly changed her attitude to a black one once her so called 'friend' left.
"Calm down." I giggled.
I pinned a photo of him wearing his toga — that 'book' eleventh victim. Hearing his name makes my body shivered for a moment knowing how powerful and amazing this young lad is. Ah, yes. He's one of the people I considered as my source of eagerness and will to accomplished this mission.
To make it short, he's not boring. Unlike the first ten victims who did nothing but to crave for justice.
Eating is clearly better than craving, yes. Walang saysay kung gusto mo lang, pero hindi mo naman ginagawa.
"She's just so nakakairita! She's like telling me that I'm so bobo enough to not know those small details, like, OMG!? Is she even for real!? I know it all 'coz I'm the one who did it, duh!" no words can describe how frustrated my sister is right now.
I chuckled. She's so amateur. I find her boring, to be honest. But, I have to deal with her.
"Bear with their stupidity for a while, we're one step closer to your success." I wiped the red board and found myself writing the eleventh message.
I received no response from her — and a gone cup of my taho beside me explained the reason why. There she is at the window, staring outside while enjoying my taho.
"Taho ko 'yan!" I exclaimed and face the red board. "Buy your own."
"Looked how terrified their faces are, Kuya." she commented while staring down while still enjoying my taho.
This is annoying! That's my taho!
"My!" she cried. "He already texted me pala, asking if I'm alright."
I took another permanent chalk. I'm using permanent such that this plan written on this red board will never be erased.
11th
Kleeve Carson
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The swords were gathered, forming four lines.
Two were bloody, two have lost their shines.
Gruesome and rustiness, what made you looked so fine?
Was it because of the boom made of those planted mines?
What a fine piece. Our mother is surely fond of poems and crimes.
I heard her footsteps coming at my direction.
"Of course I'm okay." she continued.
"Wala naman kasi sa plano ang saktan ang sarili ko. Right, Kuya?"
Both of us smirked. I saw how her eyes sparked for a moment she stared at the red board.
Until it changed to a shocked one when a bunch of shadows darkened the red board.
"Certainly. However on our plan, we do."
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