𝓝𝓮𝓫𝓾𝓵𝓸𝓾𝓼

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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, business, events, and incidents are products of the authors’ imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events are purely coincidental.
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It has been embedded to the minds of every human being that you shall find someone to love in this lifetime; that it is a journey of finding your soulmate. I refuse to believe about that thought because we are all different individuals who sees life in different perspectives; and for my own interpretation. Life is a journey about finding our purpose in this world; that is, fulfilling the mission that God has assigned to us since the day we were born.

I shake my head as I recall how my friend way back in junior high school used to tease me about having a mind of an adult, that we are so young to think about such things and that we must focus first about the happiness that we experience in the present time. I sighed as I arrange my things; people really do have different approach about understanding life.

I am almost done arranging my things on its respective places. I just moved here in my new apartment as the school year for this year is about to start. I enrolled my senior high school education here in the province, my father’s hometown.

My grandparents lives here but it’s an hour away from school that’s why my parents rented an apartment for me just a ride away from school. They chose a Catholic school for me because for them, it will strengthen my connection with God while I am studying; also, this is where my father graduated. I moved here alone and will live here alone for the next two years because my parents have their own works on our province, in Romblon. They promised to visit me often and I just shrugged as a response.

Excitement, nervousness, joy, and any other emotions I can’t name are what I’m feeling right now as I enter the premises of the school. I saw different unfamiliar faces; teachers, school personnels, students with smile on their faces as they reconnect with their old peers, and of course, those who are like me, seems so unfamiliar and lost in this place.

I always thought that my life as a new student here in ACC will be tough, but I was wrong about it. It has been months since the schoolyear started and I still can’t figure out why I’m still talking to this boy.

“Alcantara! Wait!”. I sighed and turned to face him. We are preparing for the upcoming event in our school and we are tasked to clean the whole covered court because students keep on littering in this area.

“What now, Vargas?”, I asked him while raising my eyebrows. He chuckled as he saw my face again, ready to claw him.

He's my senior, a humanista on the 12th grade, and unfortunately, happens to be my most trusted friend since I transferred in this institution. Why did I label him as a trusted one? Simple, because he’s the only one I feel safe telling all my stories about.

More than that, I’m also comfortable telling my life concerns to him because he never judged me and knows how to keep someone’s secret. A feeling I only experienced once to that particular person in the past. I have friends back in our old school but not to the point of telling everything to them because I know that one day, all the words that came out from your mouth can be used against you.

I met him in our school library, one Tuesday afternoon of our vacant class. Since I was new to the school and doesn’t have any friends yet, I chose to stay in the library during vacant time because I am fond of reading.