*Ella's Point Of View
Yesterday is full of tears. I hope, today's gonna be a good day ahead.
1 New Message : SPL Chavez
Ok. So what is this now? Death threat maybe? Yeah. Pfffft.
(Oh yeah by the way she got all of our numbers to cantact us. So...)
SPL Chavez : Good Morning Royale Girl Scouts and Explorers. It's me, your SPL Chavez. I just want to inform you about our Meeting this upcoming Monday, 1pm. And our drill on Friday, 8am. Please reply if noted. See you Girls. Salutes.
Me : Noted SPL.
SPL Chavez : Oh, it's you. My DEAREST HALF SISTER.
Me : with all respects Madamme. Can I ask you something?
SPL Chavez : Go Ahead, Dizon.
Me : Why is your name Candelaria now? And why are you a "Chavez"? We're Dizons, right?
SPL Chavez : First of all. I am not a Dizon at all. Because I don't want to carry the freaking surname Dizon anymore. Especially, you are using it. You and your freakin mom.So, I changed my name. I payed to change my name. So that's it. Understand Miss Dizon?
Me : so you spend your money for pride, huh?
SPL Chavez : IS THAT UNDERSTOOD?
Me : yes SPL.
SPL Chavez : good. Salutes, Dizon.
Me : ok.
SPL Chavez : Salutes, Dizon. Weren't you gonna say salutes to your SPL?
Me : Salutes, Ate Candy Dizon
SPL Chavez : Again, I am CANDELARIA CHAVEZ. You can call me Ria Chavez. That's it. Again, SALUTES DIZON
Me : ok fine. Salutes, SPL Chavez.
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"Ella? Ella?" Called my Mother.
I went running downstairs.
"Yes, Mom?"
"Eat breakfast dear."
So I sat to a chair across hers. And started eating pancakes.
"Ella, can you please not tell your father about what happened?"
I gave her a do-you-think-so look.
"Ella, it is better not to tell him. He might be mad at you. Or at them. So please? For peace, Ella."
"Ok Mom. Promise."
"Ok. Get your pancakes done and get ready. Today's Sunday. That means..."
"Church Day." I said with a smile in my face.
So I finished my breakfast and went upstairs and - as always - did my morning routine.
In case you don't remember my morning routine, it is shower, brush my teeth, blowdry, dressup, puff up (some powder), spray (perfume), put on shoes, grab bag, go.
I picked on a light pink button down top in full sleeves and tucked it in in my white fitted knee-length skirt. O wore my peach wedges, grabbed my peach purse, and went downstairs.
My mom was in a red fitted above-the-knee dress. Damn, she looks so sexy, I hope I will be as sexy as her when I reach 37.
So after a few minutes, we went inside the Innova and sprinted to the church.
After a few moments
In the mass (or as we call it worship service), as I was seated on one of the long long long chairs, I felt something wet on my... uhm... yah know. I felt like something just went out of my... somethin'.
And I just realized.
Shit.
I'm on my period.
And the thing is.
I'm on a WHITE FITTED SKIRT.
With no nappies or liners.
DISASTER. F*ck.
I poked my mom. And whispered her about it. And as she commanded me, I went to the restroom.
I am trying my best for me not to be noticed while I am exiting the area.
I was nervous, shivering, with my purse placed on my back near my butt to cover any leaks.
As I reached the back of the church compound where the restrooms were located, I was pretty confident that no one is in there.
So I removed my left hand from behind. Then, a voice just pops out.
"M-miss, you got a leak."
And I answered in a mean but embarassed way.
"I know, so just turn around and do what you are doing."
"Here, take this." He said as she offered me a pad.
My eyes widened.
"Why the HECK do you have these, SIR?" I said in pure shock and confusion.
"It's actually my sister's. She always forgets to bring one that's why I have these. For her. Coz everytime she forgets to bring one, she'll get mad at me. Ugh. GIRLS."
"Well, SIR. I got a pad myself here. So, bounce." I said meanly as I opened my purse.
And guess what?
No nappies nor anything.
The purse is empty.
Damn.
So I got no choice to get that guy's pad.
"S-sir?" I called, before he was too far.
"Yes?"
"Uhm, sorry. But can I have the pad?"
"Yeah sure." He said, then he chuckled.
"I knew you need it." He continued.
"Ok thanks."
And I went inside the stalls and yeah. You girls know what I did.
As I went out. In my shock, he was still outside.
This time, I appreciated his face. His looks. His eyes.
Damn, he is cute. Ugh. So James Reid. Looks like James Reid. Ugh, I am dying.
---- end of chapter ----
And yes, I did somethin long for yah guys. Especially it's the 20th chap! :)
Thank you, uhm, what shall I call you?
My Pixies! Oh yeah thats cute.
Or maybe, MOFOS? Haha. Just Kidding.
Sorry if the past chaps are all SPL here Mom there Tears Everywhere.
Guys please continue reading this piece of sht made from boredom.
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