TRAUMA

P-Pandora: Chapter One

6 YEARS LATER...


                                                            "Goodmorning people! As usual, this is Lucio Bridges, your midning buddy just here in LKV-161, your mornight to midning radio! (kachiao!)Expect party poppers on your way my senyoritos, colorful banderitas on the streets my senyoritas, and fun fanfares on your favorite malls today. So have fun and enjoy your day, because  today is our National Anniversary Day Celebration! (cheers) We all hope that these upcoming thirty days would ba more exciting and lively than we ever had in our country! So now. TATATATATAT! Let's give it up for Miss Putchkiss our mornight chick! (applause)"

                                                             "My pleasure Lucio, Hello world! Our games for tomorrow's  program will be held in ST.Columban's Square are: treasure-hunting, mountain adventure, quadrothlon, quaggers, and our best..."

                                                               I opened  my left eye, touched the radio and pressed the min volume. It's burning. I wake myself up and stared at the wall clock at my front. WHOAH! 8:46 A.M. I'm LATE. And I left  the cheap old radio on for ages.

                                                               I shrugged Sarah who is still sleeping at my front soundly. Her snore is like pig's. I shook her again. She moved and was irritated.

                                                               "Arrgghhh... What now? I-i'm still sleeping. Bother me not Brenda...," my seven-year old sister grumbled. She's acting like an adult even she's not and I hate it.


                                                                 "Shooo... Get up, get up and pack yourself. It's getting late now Sarah and you must go to school!" I shouted to her like a mom.

                                                                  "LOL! It's holiday. We don't have classes right now," she insisted.

                                                                   "No, get up. We don't have holidays. That's what our dictator tells the nation: WE DON'T HAVE HOLIDAYS except SUNDAY!" I shouted to her. Yes, our government is the one who dictates and mandates of what we must do. We can't just throw a protest to shorten our period in attending school. We're not democratic. If we do that, we're finished.

                                                                   "No, I'm sick Brenda," she gave me puppy eyes.

                                                                  "Dare me not, or you can get your ass kicked out of bed!"

                                                                  "Please I'm tired."

                                                                  "One... two... three... four... and fi---"

                                                                  "Okay, okay. I'll get up!," she slowly opened her eyes and fix our bed.          

                                                                   I smiled. :) She's always like that. She is not a kind of a morning person. And the best medicine to wake her up is to count one to five.

                                                                   She snuggled down and set aside her blankets and sheets.