(Jasmine's POV)
(SCHOOL 7:00 AM)
Andito na ako sa school para magsimulang magbigay ng mga fliers ng mukha ko. Afternoon magsisimula ang high school department election. It is a must na ang magiging high school department president ay: Grade 12 in any strand, must not have suspended for any incidents inside the school campus, must not have a failing grade thus, he or she must be included in the honor roll.
Habang nandito akong tahimik na nakatitig sa laptop ko, apparently, pumasok sa room si Krystal Dela Fuente. Siya lang naman ang anak ni Eduardo Dela Fuente na malakas na kalaban ni dad in every election. Apparently, their family believes that my father did vote buying during the 2016 natinal and local elections and that Mr. Eduardo is the rightful congressman of the first district of Law Union. Like my gosh, natural paano iboboto ng mga tao ang kahit sino man sa nga Dela Fuente eh maski nga magpakape, di nila kayang magawa.
Krystal: Jasmine, tatakbo ka palang HS Department President? Anong strategy ng pandaraya ang gagamitin mo? Bribery or theft?
Jasmine: Good morning Krystal. Pwede na wag ngayon okay? Madami akong iniisip, kung gusto mong tumakbo, wala akong pake.
Sabi ko na may halong pagkainip.
Krystal: Sadyang hindi ka nga updated. Well, tayo lang ang magkalaban. Umatras si Mariano, natakot siguro.
Napatigil naman ako sa pagtatype sa keyboard ko ng marinig ko ang mga sinabi niya. Like, Why?
Krystal: Well...apparently, we are the girl version of our fathers. Good luck nalang later, Elizalde. May the best student win.
Sabi niya bago siya umalis at iniwan akong mag-isa sa classroom.
(GYM 10:00 AM)
Nagsimula na kaming magsalita sa haral ng buong high school depertment. Independent kaming lahat, walang partylist kasi ewan ko ba, siguro talagang gusto nilang mabigyan ng opportunity lahat ng mga gustong tumakbo.
At dahil kaming dalawa lang ni Krystal ang magkalaban, nahati ang department ng kanilang opinion sa tatlo. The ones who want me to be the president, people who want Krystal and the ones who don't care at all because they think that " Wala namang epekto saatin kung sinong mananalo". Sa lahat ng bagay, hindi mawawala ang galit at magkakaibang opinyon ng mga tao.
Some student who are loyal to the Dela Fuente's shouted:
"Huwag iboto ang anak ng mandaraya!"
"Elizalde, mga walang magagawa gaya ng ama!"
Ako naman, walang pake. There are times when you have to be numb to not let people determine your weakness. There isn't a thing that you do wherein you won't have negative comments in this cruel world. Everything you do is being watched by your enemies so, be numb to them and do what is legally right.
Ma'am Louise: Okay everyone, let us all have our lunch break and be back by 1:00 for the voting. Decide wisely.
(1:00 PM)
Ma'am Louise: Let's begin everyone, vote wisely as it will not only yourself, but all the HS students.
Nauna na kaming candidates na magvote. Sumunod naman ang mga grade 7, kasunod ng grade 8, 9, 10, 11 and 12. Hindi pa naman nakikita kasi manual ang pagvote meaning depapel, hindi electronically. So kelangan pa naming hintaying bilangin ng mga teachers ang mga balota.
3:30
Hazel Mamaril: Good afternoon dear learners, I am pleased to announce the HS officers as the principal of this prestigious school.
Ang tagal niyang iannounce ang mga nanalo, ung tipong isang minutong may oa thrill effect.
Hazel Mamaril: And for the HS President is, drum roll please...
Talagang tatanda kami kakahintay.
Hazel Mamaril: Elizalde, Irina Jasmine Marie Montemayor.
45% of the crowd cheering, 45% booing and 10% na walang pake.
Nakita kong inirapan ako ni Krystal at wala akong pake, I won fair and square, patience triangle, rectangle, circle lahat ng hugis kasali na basta panali ako.
Author's Note
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