At School
“See you in a while li'l sis!” I shout.
My backpack contains all my notebooks and essential items. I bring them to and from school.
We do have an old locker in our classroom; however, due to the sheer number of books, fitting my notebook in there is impractical. Besides, the locker is so rusty. It will make my things dirty.
“Take care kuya Mark~!” Crystal shouts from the kitchen. She still has some household tasks to do.
My father is a doctor in Manila so he rarely goes home, while my mother is a sales manager and usually comes home late so she's still fast asleep right now. Such a hardworking woman... We told her not to do that anymore. I believe she can just be a stay at home mother but whatever... Mom wants to work so let her be.
The one who's frequently at home is Crystal. She's not the type to hang around like any other highschool girls.
I'm wondering if she has any friends. And what the hell is she even doing everytime she's alone at home?
Well, uh, she's a teenager. I will leave her alone.
Anyway, it's fine if she's a homegirl. It's dangerous to be out there.
Although it's early in the morning, it's still too silent. There should be some kids playing by now.
“Hmm?” I notice something.
In this lone street, there's one grandma squatting on the ground seemingly trying to get something from a crevice.
She doesn't look too old and in fact, it's obvious that she was beautiful when she was young. Her aged blue hair looks cool.
“Grandma, what's wrong?”
“Ehm... I dropped a coin and it got stuck in there,” she looks confuse then she points at the crack on the ground.
“Oh I see. Let me help,” I offer.
“Eh, but—”
“It will be more troublesome if you get injured grandma...” I say no more and squat down shoving my finger into the crack. Agh bloody hell, this crevice is moldy.
Oh, got it.
I give the 10 peso coin to the grandma, “It's kind of dirty.”
She leaves my arm hanging in the air and takes a handkerchief from her basket instead. She takes the coin from me and passes the handkerchief to me, “Thank you thank you.. Wash your hand and use this to wipe it dry. I'm really sorry for the trouble..”
I take it and shake my head gently, “You're welcome. It's not a big deal for me.”
“Hahahahahaha,” she laughs. Then she suddenly becomes flustered.
“Ai! I need to hurry home..Thank you again. God bless you dear! Ah.. My son is probably hungry..”
“Ah— Wait! Where should I return this....?”
There she goes. She's gone. And oh she's pretty quick and agile given her age fufufufu.
Fuu~ I scrutinize her handkerchief carefully. It's made of silk and there's a beautiful embroidery of some sort of flower on its corners. I think this is handmade.
After washing my hands, I ride a tricycle towards our school, dismounting in front of the main gate.
There's a familiar presence behind me so I turn around.
It's a friend.
He is two heads taller than me and much more masculine. He's ripped and damn tall. Are you really a Filipino? Mixed blood I bet.
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Birds of a Feather I
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