Turn Back Time

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PROLOGUE

Raenaya F. Zamonte

How I wish I will turn back the time where I will be able to make my mistakes right. I hope there is a time when I can go to the past to change what I have done and make it right. Because as I grow older I realized I did a lot of wrongdoings in the past that I regret doing. I know it was my fault and my old self but somehow it still haunts me. But what can I do? I cannot go back to the past and change it even if I wish to turn back the time. Because it already happened and there's nothing I can do but to repent from my mistakes and learn from it.

I still don't understand why a lot of people are spending their time hating me for whatever reason it is. I am the adopted daughter of Zamonte's which is the owner of Zamonte's Construction Supply that is known in our province and nationwide with their most trusted construction materials and their successful children, two engineers, one architect and me being an adopted daughter which they think of as a failure even when I was child.

Ever since I was a baby they adopted me at the orphanage that they know because they are doing some donations and charity works to it. That's when they met me when I was still at 8 months old when they legally adopted me and they gave me a name because I don't have one. Sisters at the orphanage said that I was left at the front gate of the orphanage with nothing but in a basket and only me. So, it shows how my real mother doesn't really want me. She didn't give me a name. When sisters at an orphanage told me this when I was 11 years old I realized that maybe this is my fate that I need to accept. And now, I know why my classmates hate me because of it.

But is it valid that they hate me because I am an adopted daughter of Sandro and Courtney Zamonte? Or maybe because of my attitude that they hate because I am not an easy-going person to approach with.

"Raenaya pinapatawag ka ni ma'am Janice sa faculty niya." sabi sakin ng classmate ko.

Tumango ako. "Okay, thank you." sabi ko at tumayo na sa may upuan ko inayos ko ang uniform ko bago nagtungo sa faculty room ng adviser namin.

Kumatok muna ako sa may pinto bago pumasok.

"Good afternoon po ma'am." beti ko rito.

Ngumiti siya sakin. "Upo ka anak," anito.

Tumango ako at umupo sa upuan na tinuro niya.

"Malapit na ang moving up niyo bali inaayos na namin ang grades niyo. Wala naman problema sa grades mo sakin hindi ko lang alam sa ibang subject. Pero ang gusto ko lang itanong kung may strand ka na bang gustong kunin sa senior high?"

Napaisip ako. Anong strand nga ba ang gusto kung kunin? Sa totoo lang hanggang ngayon ay undecided pa rin ako.

"Pasensya na po ma'am pero wala pa po ako ang napili na na strand na balak ko pong kunin sa senior high."

"Ah ganun ba anak. Sige pag-isipan mo muna. Dito ka ba mag-aaral ng senior high?"

Umiling ako. "Baka hindi na po ma'am."

Nakita ko ang panghihinayang sa mukha nito.

"Bakit anak ayaw mo na dito?"

"Hindi naman po sa ganun. Pero gusto ko po kasing lumipat ng school."

"Okay, anak. Mag-ingat ka roon kung sakali at alam kung kaya mo naman yan."

Tumango ako. "Salamat po ma'am."

"Basta pumili ka ng strand na gusto mo kung saan naka-align yung gusto mong course sa college para rin hindi ka gaano mahirapan."

"Opo ma'am. Thank you po."