Pensiveness (oldversion/discontinued)

Chapter Four

Chapter four
Carmelita POV

I walk to my street... School is done, and i'm walking with Bianca. "Hey Carmie, why were you called to the nurse room? Are you sick?" I kick the rocks while walking.

"No, Alexander fainted, and they called me." She paused, making me stop too. She looks at me like she's planning something. "What?..." I said. Her smile turns into a smirk, "Alexander and Carmelita sitting in the tree!! K I S S-" I cover her mouth and shush her."It's 6 pm! Don't disturb them with your horrible singing!" I said with a chuckle. "You perfectionists don't know real talent!" We laughed and kept on teasing each other until we reached my home.

Oh.

"Bye Bianca." I don't want to go home, but I simply bottle it up and label it with a smile. "Bye, Ms. Lopez!" I chuckle, Bianca waves and leaves. I inhale and exhale, open the door.

It smells like alcohol. It's so messy. Is the maid on leave? No, maybe with my father. I can't study underneath these circumstances. I tie my hair. It really helps me focus. Adjust my glasses and start cleaning.

I usually start with the living room because that's where Father mostly drinks and pukes. I cleaned it up like it was the most easiest thing ever. I guess i'm just used to it. I vacuum and fix the positions of the furniture.

Then I went to clean the kitchen, full of bottles. I sigh and clean. It's pretty quiet. Mother is out to gamble, while my father is with the maid. They don't bother to break up and have a divorce. And I really wish i'm with my brother. Christopher Villaneuva Abadino. He's at college, in a different country. He calls me, but I usually hate opening up to people. But I trust him. I make myself a snack. Then, I went upstairs to study.

It's 9:30 pm. It's time to help my aunts with their flower shop. I put my floral outfit and shoes and went outside. I look at my neighborhood.. Quiet yet full of monstrosity. My aunts flower shop isn't that far away. I usually take this as my exercise. As I arrive and walk in. I see my mother's sister, Rosina Mariano L. Bautista. And her wife, Elaine Martin C. Bautista. "Ay! My favorite pamangkin!!" My auntie Rosie said with love. (Pamangkin = nephew)

She hugged me tightly. She smelled like lavender. "Hi Auntie Rosie, where's Auntie Eli?" I asks, "Maria??" My Aunt Elaine shouted. "Yes, Auntie Eli?" I chcukle. She was the only one who called me by my middle name. They both hugged me very tightly. I hug them back, and I see them as my guardians.

And we were supposed to leave together. But my mother and father made them leave because they were very homophobic to them. To the point that they'll hit them. They made this business to show Auntie Rosie's passion for flowers. And I sometimes help them with the bills.

"Ay, Maria. Who was the boy with blonde hair and was looking for you??" Blonde hair?

Wait, that's Alexander. "Why Auntie Eli?" I said with total confusion. "He bought you flowers and left a note. It was kinda sad. I read it." She sheepishly chuckle.

I read the note and left me shocked.