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No. 6: Don't Stop on My Account

Hate List
No. 6: Don't Stop on My Account

My heavy lids flutter open to the intro of Zedd and Selena's I Want You Know. After the things that happened earlier this day, kinailangan kong mag-recharge ng sobra-sobra. Nag-unat-unat muna ako habang nakahiga sa bed ko. I turn to my right and check my phone. Agad akong napa-bangon at napa-upo sa kama nang makita ko yung twenty messages, eight missed calls, three e-mails, at isang FB status galing kay Seb. And an FB mention, too. Talk about OA.

Seb Dacumos is feeling grieved.

Under that ay ang picture ko na tulog at--- my goodness--- tulo laway. I have a feeling na kinunan nya yun nung natutulog ako sa kotse papunta dito sa FCA. Calm down, Sera. Hayaan mo nang maglaro ang bata. At nag-effort pa si Sebastian na lagyan yun ng design. May white lillies sa ibaba ng picture at may silver cross sa itaas.

My dearest, loveliest sister, Seraphim Dacumos, left her mortal shell in our Calculus class earlier today. Let us pray that she may have fun snoring wherever she is right now. May she rest in peace.

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Pinipigilan ko na lang na ibato ang iPhone ko sa pink walls ng room namin nina Ayi at Calliope. On second thought, I never really liked pink. I was more of the blue-loving type of girl. Pwede, pwede. Hihingiin ko na lang yung Xperia ni Seb. Dalawa kasi phone nun. Hahaha.

Gosh. I sound like a mad woman. I bet a sexy one, too. Sheppers, all this Hate List thingy is making me nuts.

I look for my fluffy bunny house slippers. Na napapunta dun sa side ni Ayi. Weird. Nilagay ko yun sa laundry basket ko.

Ngayong recharged na ako, recharged na rin ang poise at control ko. Sana.

After our orientation with Ma'am Lucinda, we were told that we are all "forced" to move into Acacia Dormitory, an old dormitory na kinonvert bilang official residence ng Outcast. Medyo awesome, if you ask me. Wala naman kasi kaming choice eh. If we stay on our dorms, baka gibain ng other students yung buong Milky Way. Acacia has two rooms at dahil equal naman ang ratio ng boys to girls, one room would be for the boys and the other to the girls. Obviously. Magkatabi yung rooms namin kaso nasa each end of the wall yung mga pinto. Buti naman. Dapat talaga segregated ang boys at girls 'no? For obvious reasons, of course. May common room, dining area, mini-kitchen, at study area. Walang lobby kasi well, sino ba namang bibisita sa Outcasts. And as if naman pwede yun. Stupid rules.

Ni-lock ko ang pinto at humugot ng jogging pants at T-shirt sa maleta ko. Mamaya na ako mag-aayos ng gamit. Ako kasi ang mahal na emperatris ng katamaran. Nagpalit na ako at binato na lang ang suot ko kaninang dress sa laundry basket ko. I make a fish-braid and secure it with a rubber band. Ganito talaga ang walang budget sa hair accessories.

I feel so sane and in control. Tulog lang pala 'to.

Lumabas ako and I admit, I'm impressed. They are actually having a civillized conversation. Walang nag-tataas ng boses. Pero hindi eh. Hindi talaga. Nang umupo na ako sa tabi ni Ayi, na-confirm na talaga ang hinala ko.

"Good of you to join us, Sera. We were just about making house rules," ngiting matamis sa akin ni Calliope. Tumango-tango naman yung iba. Seriously. Pag gumawa sila ng house rules, para na rin silang gumawa ng torture chamber sa loob ng campus. Imagine?

"I'm not sure about this..." dulong ko sa kanila.

"Why, baby kitten, are you scared?" I'd love to wipe off that cocky smirk out of Herald's face. Asshole. Inirapan ko na lang sya.

"Mas maganda kung meron tayong restrictions sa isa't isa. Baka magkasakitan pa tayo," dagdag ni Ayi. Whaat? NO. Eh, halos saksakin na ni Ayi ng ballpen si Calliope kanina. I doubt mapigilan nilang maging murder suspects. I hear whispers of agreement. Pinigilan kong i-umpog ang ulo ko sa table.

"Okay, ganito na lang... let's vote. If it's unanimous, then itutuloy natin," suggestion ni Herald. Wow, how democratic. Considering gusto nila magpatayan.

I watch in utter horror as they voted. For show. Nag-taas agad si Herald. Then sabay pa sina Ayi at Calliope. Wow, sobrang taas ha. Tinaas lang ni Thiern yung kamay nya na parang nag-ha-hi. Si Gab naman, lamely, isang finger lang yung tinaas. At middle finger pa. Talk about creativity. Then they all turned to my limp, unmoving arms. Merong raise-your-hand-or-we-will-kill-you aura pa sila. And the stares. The stares... they burn me. Tagos hanggang gilagid. Medyo pinagpawisan ako ng konti. Konti lang naman.

"Oo na! Oo na! You win." sigaw ko sa kanila sabay taas ng kanan kong kamay. Tinaas ko na rin yung kabila para sure. Kamukha ko siguro yung nasa painting ni Edvard Munch. Yung "Scream".

I can see their not-so-discreet smirks. Idiots.

Well, then, Seraphim Dacumos... Welcome to the nth Annual Hunger Games! May the odds be ever in your favor.

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"And that is the end of my sad, sad, sad, sad, sad story." I dramatically end my speech.

"Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha! Astig!"

Pasalamat si Sebastian at mag-kausap lang kami sa phone. Kung hindi...

"Sebastian naman!"

"Haha--- s-sorry ha-- hahahahahahahaha!"

Hinintay ko munang mahimasmasan ang mokong bago nagsalita ulit. Mga three minutes din yun ha. At hindi ako naka-unli-calls.

"Ano, buhay ka pa?" I snap.

"Toby, ayaw mo no'n? May thrill."

"That would normally be good. Except what we're talking about is my life and sanity. Baka mamaya, nasa ospital or mental na ako bago pa man ma-approve yung petition ko." I squint at the door. Ang ingay nanaman nila. Manonood lang ng movie, kelangan may sigaw?

"That is kung may mag-aayos ng petition mo... Mukha namang magiging okay ka na dyan."

Putocuchinta. I feel like my blood supply is dwindling.

"Seb naman! 'Di ga na-explain ko na sa'yo kanina na hindi pwedeng ako yung mag-petition. Yun yung sabi sa amin ni Ma'am Lucinda. So judging by the circumstances here, ikaw lang yung pwedeng mag-petition para sa akin. Alin ga duon ang 'indi mo maintindihan?"

"Uhm, lahat?"

"Sebastian na-----"

Bastos. Ngayon pa nawalan ng load. I groan in annoyance. Ibinato ko yung phone ko--- sa unan, syempre. Tumalbog ito at nagpatak sa sahig. My goodness. Tanga, Sera. Tanga. Tanga. Tanga. Pinulot ko ito at buti naman ay walang crack or damage whatsoever.

Napahinga ako ng malalim. Hindi ba matatapos itong kamalasan ko?

Alam ko na, maliligo na lang ako. Para malamigan ang ulo ko. Hinugot ko ang towel ko at isang pambahay na dress galing sa maleta ko. Binuksan ko yung travel bag ko at tumambad sa akin si Tweety Bird. Sheppers. Nag-strawberry nanaman ang mukha ko. Dahil nga ako ang mahal na emperatris ng katamaran, si Tweety Bird pair na lang ang kinuha ko. Bakit, hindi naman nila to makikita ah. Yung strap siguro nung bra. Pero maraming itim na strap sa mundo.

Inalis ko na yung damit ko at hinagis sa laundry basket. Kakasuot ko pa lang noon kanina but ganito talaga ako. I change clothes as often as I change my mood. I slip on my white bath robe and my bath slippers. Hindi ko pa na-che-check ang CR/Bathroom pero sana naman may shower.

Armed with my crammed-up bath basket, I enter the bathroom. Nilapag ko muna sa floor yung basket. I untie my robe instantly. Ang init kaya. Then I stop. And blink. And blink again.

"Don't stop on my account..." a deep male voice said.

"Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!"
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Ngayon ko lang nakitang ang dami palang plot holes sa nakaraang chapter. Edit ko na lang sometime. Empress Dowager kasi ako ng katamaran. Hahaha. K. Serious time.

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