Jose,Brenda and Rosanna: Something's wrong with them.

Going out smoothly for the prologue and the likes..

A/N:

Omaygosh.

Like... it's been so long! Writing stories and such— it's an honor to be amongst your eyes again, like, literally, it's been two years of not writing a good story, especially on a certain day like this one, maybe I should portray copyrights or something...

ANYWAY!

Enjoy, my Dahlings~!

Friday... at dismissal, what a day to just lay back and just... enjoy.

Unless you have a piece of paper in your hands saying that I should go to school at a Saturday and be a total nitwit there, a total slave to the unforgiving eyes of the teachers, making props for a certain event... man, if it wasn't enough for extra credit, I would lying around in bed probably eating a piece of chicken while watching 'Bee and Puppycat' in my laptop with no regards at all about my situation.

Regardless at the never ending shouts of my sis at all.

"Ugh, its dinnertime! Come to the table!" I heard my auntie outside, my door was open anyway just to hear her harpy-like voice. I nudged my calf to my sister's thighs, telling her to wake up and eat, just too busy writing down this story right now. She didn't move a muscle, too deep in her nap-like state. I sighed and continued typing as always, hearing my grandfather's talk with my auntie outside my bedroom walls.

The house we live in is too small for a family of six, containing two bedrooms and one bathroom, I and my mom and sister and a cousin had to sleep in one room, my grandfather and auntie at the second, I can't tell you what life I live in just yet, to embarrass at what I can say about, so, I stick to the basics.

My name is Jose, Ho-sie, like saying Horsey but removing the 'r' and prolonging the 'sey' in a higher tone. Jose Francisco Luna. I'm 15 years old, I'm a boy, obviously. I have OCD, don't judge me. My favorite heroes are Captain America, Spiderman, and Deadpool (I know he isn't a hero, more like a mercenary, but I love him still from his scarred face to the end of his tippy-toe red rubber-clad shoes.) I wear just like any boy out there, I have the favor of wearing hoodies when the climate is just too cold for any Filipino to be comfortable with. I have a sis, she's three years older than me. I study at a rinky-dink private school near my place, just as old as me. It's a nice school, being a born again Christian school has its perks, there weren't any fights reoccurring, the security will make you run if you at least violated one dress code, no cursing; the teachers will have your neck if you did, and the rooms were air conditioned. Yup, living the life. But we have to be prestige and behave all the time. Having a comfortable school lifestyle in exchange for your grades, so we had to step it up a bit. I almost reached for honors this first semester, totally missing it out by a toe nail.

I have friends, strangely enough, their weird just like me, I have five friends. The first three of them are a group that consists of close friends, the other two?? Well, let's just say that these two are weirder than most of my classmates. One guy and a girl, the guy's name is Brenda, not really a manly name right? Well, he's the smartest of all my classmates and can still crack a joke about slutty girls without it sounding offensive (which, by the way, is pretty amazing). He's a close friend, almost being like brother's if we weren't just from different mothers (Ha. That rhymed.) Both of us have everything in common, minus the blood line. From Rick Riordan's Percy Jackson series, something funny in Tumblr, the sense of just love reading books in general, news about something not important, a show or a status we saw the other day. We became fast friends at eighth grade, when I piqued his interest when I answered "the latter, probably", most people wouldn't answer like that in our country most of the time. His real name is Brenda Marcelo Baltazar, a few months older than me, but I was still taller than him by a mere two inches, we were complete opposites when it comes to appearance. I had long spiky hair that goes to the east, just how I like it. His hair is longer than mine, some of his bangs going to each side of his round face. I like wearing anything simple, topping it off with my favorite orange hoodie and black jeans. He wears anything that feels like the more stylish to wear. I had big wide eyes, he has a Chinese feel with his, I was slightly tanned, he was almost dubbed as "slightly-burned-but-still-kinda-works-it" by Rosanna.

Now, for Rosanna, she's this girl we hang out with, she's still weird. Me and Rosanna were childhood best friends, going to the same school at the ages of 9, I moved to a different school at Fifth grade, never seeing her again until seventh grade, when we saw each other again in the same school. Her hair longer than I remembered. She was the principle's daughter, she was kinda like a mascot most of the time, mostly seeing her in ads posted by the school. She was picked on other girls, for unknown reasons really, but I cheer her up, like, all the time. I respect her for her guitar skills, cause, darn, she's good! She can play other instruments but can't sing to save her life, I've heard her sing before, it was horrible! She still is cool for playing guitar awesomely. She's a gamer/youtuber (didn't last long though)/instrument player/and-that-thing-were-they-broadcast-themselves-live-but-i-forgot-what-it-was-called. She wants to be in Med tech. I kinda want to be a doctor, so our jobs might crossover at least once. Rosanna's real name is Rosanna Sierra Melchora Burgos, I was older by three months, I was taller than her, just the same height as Brenda actually. But I get the feeling shes taller than Brenda sometimes.

Pfft..

Anyway, we three call ourselves 'The Meh Team' maybe because, well, we three give out criticism and don't care what they have to say, we pick on Rosanna sometimes, calling her a 'cream on the top' of both of our 'chocolate and caramel flavored ice cream'. This was true though, she can't stop both of us studs.

Well, this just the beginning of our adventure. I would like to say this to you.

If you can't see this, then, what the heck are you reading her for??

Now, I would like to end this with a joke.

What did Jose tell to Brenda when he heard about a certain news from a classmate?

Well, did they enter in the space station with a spaceship with or without a force field?

If you can understand this, I salute you xD! Certain friends who were with me in that talk would understand completely xD!