My name is Jarred Marco, the obedient, polite, and smart type of person.
Fine! I'm also judgmental, harsh and violent. >:)
We just got in this mountain province. Unfortunately, I don't think I would like it here - cheap school, bug-abundant, uncivilized folks, weeds feasted by worms and grubs shoot from anywhere, and an unreachable modernity! T~T
Great.
Thanks to my father for cursing me in this land. I don't have a single idea why he chose to 'start again' again here. It doesn't even have purified water! Perfect, just perfect!
This has been the third time dad decided to rebuild our family. Sooner or later, he's gonna attempt to shatter this again, for sure. Well, I guess that's life for me. Take it or leave it. Why do I have to suffer life, anyway? Why God? Why?
Anyways, sooner or later, I'm gonna have to adjust to the crowd. You know, the stupid, barbaric, uncivilized crowd. And that, I guess, would have to start tomorrow. It's first day of school so I've prepared my uniform. Their uniform is too simple; white polo(without the sewn insignias and all, let me note you), plain white T-shirt under, black slacks and black shoes, period!
So much for fashion.
From my former school, we had dark blue uniform that had to be sewn by the school tailors themselves because it cannot be bought in malls or cheap stores or somewhere. The school name is sewn at every hem of every piece.
But this? This is cruelty. This is just too clean. Not 'clean' clean, but more of like 'plain, empty' clean. Tsk, enough stress for a day.
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Oh oh, just as sure as the stars in the sky
I need you to show me the light
It's Justin Bieber's song, As Long As You Love Me.
Not just for the meanwhile, for a long long time
Better believe it
I really shouldn't assign it as my alarm.
It's my favorite, but I think I'm starting to hate it for waking me up and destroying my perfect dreams with my girlfriend who, by the way, only lives in my imagination. We only get to talk every dreamtime and do. . .stuffs and Justin here is spoiling them.
The windows in my room were open. Probably forgot to close them last night.
I never thought that the mountains could really be this cold, aside from knowing the fact that air pressure is lower due to gravity and CO2 is of lower concentration here than in the downtown areas. :)
What? I'm knowledgeable. O_<
Hooo, even the water is freezing, literally. With no water heater around (you know, since economy is too low for comfort here), I have to think twice about punishing myself with hypothermia.
I'd rather not risk my useless life.
Yahh! I won't be taking any bath for now, don't judge me. I don't want to die from showering with dangerously cold water.
After washing my face, I went to the dining table and stared at this I-dont-know-what that mother served.
"What's this, Ma?" It didn't even look right for human consumption. It had disgusting yellow color with some brown around, which I suppose were unnecessary bacteria. Eeck!
"It's just scrambled egg."
Really?! Does it supposed to have too much oil? Back home, our scrambled eggs had these fancy garnishes and all. What's wrong with this?
Skip breakfast.
After skipping two of the most important activities on a school day, I called for Dad.
"Pa, I'm going to school!"
"Okay! Bye!" he shouts from the masters' bedroom.
What the frenzy?!!
Trying to contain my irritated voice, I 'politely' asked.
"Aren't you gonna send me DAD?!"
God, I wanna puke! I hate it when I have to call him 'dad'.
"I mean, we have a car, don't we?!'
"The school is just a minute away!"
Oh, great. The pleasures of having a lazy dad. I wanna go upstairs, grab some broken bottles and joyfully slash his throat with it. Or not.
And so I started to walk. I grabbed my iPod from my bag and connected my earphones. I scanned through the library and listened to Pop Danthology 2014.
Walk, walk, walk.
The mash-up is a six-minute music, so after realizing that the beat has already ended and I have not reached the school yet, I knew by then, that monster tricked me!
Ten more minutes before I had reached the school gate.
A minute away? What an understatement!
I stopped when I saw the school front.
What is this?
It's first day of school and the paint on the gate were hanging.
Somehow, I'm feeling nervous as I head closer to the gate. This is the moment; the moment of change; the moment of . . . cut the crap! Really.
I walked towards the gate when suddenly, a loud horn blasted behind me. *HUUUUUT*
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My Metamorphosis
Teen FictionDon't judge a book by its cover. The rural areas may be suffering from monetary crisis, but Jarred learns that the place is more than just that! In fact, he realizes that he could never have found his true self, should he not embraced the uptown lif...
