Pensiveness (oldversion/discontinued)

Prologue

Carmelita's POV

"May sagot ba kayo dito?" The teacher asks sternly. (Does anyone have an answer for this?)
I raised my hand, "Yes, Ms. Abadiano?" he called my last name. "It's -" "6." A deep voice cuts mine,"Correct." My teacher says. I then found the one who cutted me off and found..

Alexander Lopez. My academic rival. Great. I look at him, then scoffs.
He's so annoying, yet I seem to enjoy that.

He grins sheepishly and seems to enjoy his doings. I mouthed at him, "Answer stealer."
He chuckled and mouthed. "Clusmy girl." I made a sarcastic gasp. He laughed while I chuckled. "Ms. Abadino! Mr. Lopez! May I ask what's funny?" He said sternly. My brown curly short hair sways, as I face Mr. Aquino. And my brown eyes are fixed on his. "Nothing, Mr. Aquino." I fix my glasses, then fix my posture. I think Alexander did that, too. "Okay, let's continue this lesson."

I fidget and often space out during classes, but I still listen and store it to my great memory. The bell rings, but I didn't hear it. "Carmelita!" Someone called. I jumped. "Oh!.. Sorry! I spaced out."
Again.
I adjust my glasses. "Carmelita! The bell rang just 5 minutes ago! Jusko po!" (A filipino expression of "My goodness!") I chuckle. "Sorry!~" I say in a childish voice. She's Bianca Gianna Gomez. my childhood girly. Couldn't survive this without her. I get my stuff and walk with her. "Carm, I just don't know how you pass classes. You've been spacing out like 3 times now! Is something wrong?" I smile, feeling happy. I have someone who worries about me. "Yeah! Of course."
Lie.
"They aren't really bothering you?" She asks, her voice full of worry. I pout at the memory of them. My family. The ones who were supposed to love me but yet abuse me and treat me like trash. Bianca had witnessed everything because she was my neighbor. So I'm sure she knows and worries."Yeah, they aren't anymore." I chuckle, keeping my facade up. It's obvious that she doesn't believe me, cause she knows me too well. But knows that I'll just keep denying it. "See you after school!" She waved at me. She went to arts class. And I went to science class. My seatmate was...