Immortality

Best Friends

Chapter three

Filipinas are usually tanned, but my friends still strive to have that perfect white skin like those of foreigners visiting our country. I sometimes even get compliments about my not so tanned complexion when I was still working. Looking at my reflexion now, I don't think they'd still compliment me. My skin is now golden tanned with bruises from all the trainings I do. I still work at the hospital up until all their facilities were transferred to all the shelters two months ago. I am a Nurse by profession but since my rank and skills as a reservist  required me to train, I had to temporarily put my professional growth on hold. We are at war after all.

I puff powder on my face to reduce oiliness when I saw the ear ring Xed gave me. I wear it on my right ear cause he wore his on his left. He had an piercing on his left ear since we were kids. I usually teased him about it then. But he told me that it was there ever since he could remember. When his parents died he started wearing one of his mom's ear ring, an antique looking cross with a sapphire on the center. He could only wear on peice of the pair, and i never really saw him take it off. He gave me the other one when I became his girlfriend. I guess he was using it to feel secured when his parents died, the same thing I'm doing now. Pathetic, right?

­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­I wore a vee-cut top and an army cargo pants. Then I went to the kitchen to check on the cat. It ate every single morsel it could get. “Hungry aren’t you?” I said to it and it purred. I picked up the bowl and washed it. I locked up making sure no other cat would be able to break in the house subconsciously afraid if my mom would know about the broken jar. “I’ll miss this place.” I said mostly to myself closing our living room curtain admiring the view of our little garden one last time, remembering some lazy afternoons spent there with my family. I smiled satisfied.  I took my back pack and my military cap on. The cat followed me to the porch. “Wanna come with me little fellow?” I asked and it meowed looking up at me. “Odd. You answer back as if you understand.” I walked towards the EVAC CAMP the cat following my footsteps.

People are now lining up, walking towards huge helicopters which are able to carry 15 dozens civilians to the shelter. Women and children below the age of eighteen are now being howled inside whether they like it or not. Some hot head teen who obviously didn’t completed his training is ranting about not being able to stay and help out. But he is still a minor.

“Fran!” a breathless call made me turn and look at Queencie pushing something huge as big as a luggage fitting a whole colony of ants! “Fran! Thank god!” she then patted the thing which to me is obviously her Computer/Companion/boy friend.

“Uh, What’s in that?” I asked pointing curiously at the this she was pushing.

“This is my Baby! Oh yes you are.” She cooed at it as if talking to a living, breathing being. Okay…Computer/ Companion/ cross out the Boy friend and add...brain child! yep, definitely brain child. I shrugged seeing her like that. She may be a genius but she is still a kid no matter what. A kid who has serious issues about stealing boyfriends but not really doing the act. That's her, all theory with being a wanna be villain. I smiled to myself thinking this. Queencie finished High school three years before her time. She finished her college course in two years. She has her Master's and Doctor's degree in things I don't know about. And she works for the Government in developing the latest gadgets--war gadgets! She's a Techno-geek and she has a big thing about stealing boy friends which she never really is a success.

" Still in love with the box, I see." A sing songly comment by yet another Diva. I looked at her in her channel dress being still the elegant actress I knew since kindergarten. Her long hair now even shinier, and her face even enhanced by the light make up she wears.