Its been 2 Weeks After my First Day in Seattle High School . Every day is A Single Pattern . I get up in themorning , me and my dad come to school . Every single day . But in A Week i ahave Only 3 Days of classes. I haveno classes on tuesdays and Thursdays .
Every day . In school . The only thing im focusing on is my studies , and making friends on that list is hard . But, i tend to connect with people sometimes . My classmates always talks to me. Because they didnt get the equation and how did i realize that these quotes are so meaningfull. Something like that. But only 1 of them is eager enough to be my friend. Without really seeing my intelligence And that is the famous jake holland .
Sometimes i almost thought. That why did he want to you know . Im still confused . About that , in the 2 weeks. We had laughs , and getting to know each other that type of friendship that started to be more undertsnding .
We always talk a lot . And sometimes , when in lunch break . We always have lunch together . Even though. every single student in the school is looking at us .
Other than that Jake has so many friends in the school. But sometimes . He said to me that , jake didnt feel like they're true friends . Its like. They join jake because of his fame and being thestudent body president . Sometimes he hangs out with some people that has been friends with him since childhood , and some reason. Jake leaves me alone in the cafeteria to eatalone , butjake is not like that . When his friends invite him to somewhere , he always says goodbye. With a sweet voice in it , and i cant argue with him. Because im eager to give him independence. But every time he does that. he promises , me 1 thing. He will tell me everything what happened . On that friend fiasco .
I like jake a lot . Because he is the only. One Who talks to me , and i could feel like . He is always there. For me , but. Theres something wrong. Im having feelings for him , and its not that good . I always thought i could stop this nonsense but i cant he is too . Friendly . And i cant Stop Thinking , that He is The One Pushing himself to be his friend .
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Tuesday Morning . The 3rd week . After my first day. It Was A Very Dull morning , i woke up in my bed with A pain in my Back . I almost Thought that After my pe class on last Friday . The pain in my back i gonna be gone . But it didnt , it was beginning to be more painful . I called one of the maids in dads house . Because i cant get up. There was no one in the house. Dad was in his office and the our maid told me , that mom went to the gym .
I asked my maid if she can get me some medicine and a Milkshake . She went immediately to the kitchen and made the milkshake. I heard that she maked my favorite milkshake because i can hear the blender . Our maid . is very kind , she works for dad in the house for almost 10 years, dad hired her , because she is a filipina . And filipino people are so respectful and very kind , tand dad trust her . So much. Her name was cheska . And sometimes i am not familiar with maids. Because i never had one , in manila . I used to pick myself up if i need something. And now , i feel like , i can do anything , my dad said , that cheska is a very loyal maid , and she should never abused , i am a man of my word . Cheska also knows my favorite foods . Everything. And sometimes. She shares about his family's stories to me , in the manila .
She Went back to my room . With my milkshake . And a couple of painkillers .
" thank you Cheska . "
" No Problem Sir timmi . "
" when did mom came to gym ? "
" probably 2 hours Ago . " cheska said .
" cheska can you call mom ? . "
" oh sure sir , what will i tell her ? "
" tell mom that i have a back pain . And please Come home , i need mom . "
" okay sir timmi . Ill let you rest . "
" okay cheska thank you . "Then she closed the door. And i began to sleep again.
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Mom arrived at the house at exactly 9 am . With a bag of groceries . I noticed mom came home because i was in the living room . I went there to watch movies .
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14 Days
RomansaIts a story about Timothy harvey. Half Filipino and Half american. He was so bright yet so Very Private. One day his father Sent him together with his mom to america to study And continue Studying to High school. So that they could be a family toget...