Aking Ulap, | Blessica's POV

°⋆.ೃ࿔*:･☁︎ 04

PAGPAPATULOY NG NAKARAAN...

"How are you? How was your research?"

"Why? Waiting for my downfall?" I answered, raising my brows at him.

"Chill, Miss Valed–"

"Stop calling me that, Arrowosueh. As if we're close..." As if you're not silently trying to toss me out of this game arena I made. I rolled my eyes at him.

I walked back straight to our classroom at a fast yet calm pace. Kaninang vacant pa niya ako pinagtatawanan dahil nalaman niyang favorite ko ang lollipops, tas alam pa niyang mahilig ako sa pink. Ang malisyoso, ini-stalk pala niya ang account ng Ninong at Ninang ko e ako lang naman ang laman ng mga account nila.

He even joked that I am a baby girl trapped inside a fiery woman's body. Kung alam mo lang ang lahat ng tiniis ko kaya naging ganito ako.

"Everyone, listen up!"

All of us sat properly when we heard our adviser. May hawak siyang banner na kamukha ng mga nakapaskil sa pader na dinidikit ng SSLG officers kanina sa labas.

"Open na ang School Paper Publishing natin this year. This is the first time that we will participate in the Press conference. We'll have Municipal, Division, Regional, and National Levels. All those who are interested may approach our School Paper Head in the English category, Ma'am Versitas, as for the Filipino category, Sir Candava," she showed the banner while explaining. She also mentioned the room number and the name of the building. "This is a great start to shape your minds in the journalism world. This is also a great opportunity to gain extra points because this will fall under your extracurricular activity. Are we clear?"

"Yes, Ma'am!" everyone answered in unison.

Finally! Something that I love doing and something he's not good at! I am sure that Arrowosueh wouldn't be participating here. Hindi naman siya magaling sa mga salita. Hindi nga niya sinagot ang mensahe ko noon. Tapos ngayong naka-move on na yung tao, saka naman mambubulabog.

Let me tell you something, Arrowosueh: Never again!

"Pst!"

"Pst!"

I continued acting as if I couldn't hear someone who would disturb my whole being again.

"Who's that?" our teacher's attention was caught by this arrogant guy who just can't stop making noises.

"Sorry, Ma'am," he answered. Malakas naman siya sa lahat kaya hinayaan lang ng English teacher namin. 

 We submitted our descriptive essays in front, where her table is. Ngayon naman ay argumentative essay ang gagawin sa time niya habang siya naman ay binabasa ang mga sinulat namin.

"I guess someone here is in love..."

After a moment of silence, the noise scattered when our teacher caught the attention of one of our classmates. Ang haharot. Ako nga sarili ko lang ang dinescribe ko. Kahit kailan, active na active sila kapag usapang pag-ibig pero kapag usapang Theorems, Cytokinesis, at Anachronism, nananahimik na sila.

Hindi ko sila pinansin kahit nag-"ayiee" at nagyuyugyugan sila ng mga upuan. Mas gusto kong matapos ang paper na 'to dahil dito lang humuhugot ng grade ang teacher namin dito.

"You like Italian cuisine, Blessica?" she turned to me. Now, my whole attention is on her.

"Yes, Ma'am. My godparents made me love those types of dishes since they used to live in Italy," I beamed as I answered.