My Rom-Com Story Can't be That Bad Right?

Chapter 1: Divine Comedy

Anthony's POV

They say that creation was made for the tears and laughter of the divine. All our victories and downfall, resulted to the laughter and cries of the divine. Some lives were destined to live with glory, while some have to live with tragedy. How tragic must one life be, before the gods and goddesses show them mercy? And how joyous must one life be, before the gods rain down their demise? The conclusion to it all? If Gods and Goddesses exists, we're living in one hell of a divine comedy, at their mercy.

A sunny summer morning ablaze. Summer has been long and boring, but I'm still hopeful that it won't be like that for long. I don't mind though. Boring can be pretty safe. Being locked in a room full of drinks, snacks, books, and video games, and sleeping all day and night. It can be repetitive and boring, but eventually fun nonetheless. With that being said, "boring and being safe" can actually fun.

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Not until somebody decides to break the cycle for you...

*Hard knocks on the door*

My aunt tried opening the door to my room to wake me up. Thankfully, I locked my door and hid the door keys inside my wallet. The sound of door knobs turning intensifies, and my fear grew larger --- thinking that she might break the door to get to me. I lie on bed petrified and covered myself with my blanket, as I didn't know what to do at this point. Like... What if she has a spare key?

*Door knob clicks and clinks. Door creaks and the sound of a door opening followed*

Good morning, Langga!, she sweetly said... Right before she punched me at my gut.

*Langga(Lung-guh) means beloved in Tagalog*

"Ughhohw!", I gasped and groaned from the sheer force of her punch.

"Tita...", I cried out.

"It's nine o'clock in the morning and you're still on bed?! Get up and eat your breakfast!", She exclaimed.

"Ye-yes po, tita...", I weakly replied.

"Also... Lock the door again, and you won't have a door the next time around...", She threatened menacingly followed with a menacing smile.

My aunt cooked a flavor-filled meal for the Monday morn; she cooked bacon, eggs, and her signature sweet and spicy pancit canton with chicken nugget sauce(tomato ketchup, tablespoons of brown sugar, white vinegar, Worcestershire sauce, minced/finely chopped garlic, and salt --- measure it to your tastes), chopped green onions, cayene pepper, pepper, mixed with egg yolk at the very last(Try it out, it's awesome). I ate lots and it was worth waking up for.

Delicious, right?, my aunt joyously asked.

I nodded, smiled, and happily said yes.

After breakfast, my aunt asked me to check out the school she enrolled me the other day. My aunt, being the music teacher of school, granted me rights to play with the instruments in the music room, while nobody was there.

Quite a lovely perk I would say - to have a music teacher as your aunt. My aunt told me that the music club hasn't been that lively lately, as soon as the president of the club ran for student council and won. Auntie also said that rumor has it that there was also a member of the music club who hung herself to death before she became the music teacher of the school.

"She was probably just messing with me for fun. Ghosts aren't real... Hehe..."

One of the main reasons why she wanted me to go there is that she left her unfinished music sheet that she has to prepare for for her upcoming classes this year. In my head, it was a pain in the ass. But in the end, I thought about it optimistically. Maybe I would find cooler instruments there, and play with some of them for a bit. Before I left, she gave me a warning.