Chapter 1
Fretzie’s POV
I was so afraid. I have done this many times and I hope this is the last time.
It’s early August, but I just arrived to my new school.
We just moved to Manila from Philadelphia. Before Philadelphia we lived in Cebu, Davao and New Zealand. Because my dad’s a doctor (a famous doctor), he was always given good job opportunities here and abroad.
As I walk to my first class which I have no idea where, I bumped into someone.
“Aray! Ano ba yan?” I heard her saying.
“Hala, I’m so sorry” I smiled at her with concern.
“It’s ok. By the way I’m Ann”
I noticed that she’s Chinese with her features.
“Hi din. Ako pala si Fretzie. Sorry talaga ha, di ko talaga sinasadya.”
“Ok lang yun. Hey are you new here?”
“Yes, I don’t know where to go nga eh.”
“Ah, what’s your first class ba?”
“English, sa Room 10. Do you know where it is?”
“Room 10? Diretso lang. I’ll show you, wala pa namang 7:30.” she said smiling.
“Thank you talaga ha.”
We walk to my classroom and I noticed many of the students are waving at Ann.
“Wow, you’re famous ha?”
“Hindi naman.”
She’s really nice and humble too.
“Eto na, Room 10. Ipapakilala kita sa friends ko. English din pala yung first class nila. Wait ha, tawagin ko lang.” she said
I saw her going to a noisy group of people.
As they approach me, I noticed that there are 2 girls and a boy. By the looks of the girl and the boy, they are Korean. And the other girl looks mean.
“Guys, this is Fretzie. Fretzie, these are Ryan, Jenny and Tricia. They are 3 of my closest friends.”
The Koreans are Jenny and Ryan while the mean looking is Tricia.
“Hi. Nice to meet you Ryan, Jenny and Tricia.”
“Hello din. Kamusta ka?” said Tricia as she shakes my hand.
She just looks mean but she’s also nice. The saying “Don’t judge a book by its cover” comes to mind.
“Ok lang naman ako.” I said ashamed of myself for judging her instantly.
“I’m Jenny and this is Ryan. Don’t mind Ryan ha? He’s kinda weird. hahahaha”
“Hindi ah noh. Huwag mo siyang pansinin Fritchi. She’s just jealous because you’re beautiful.”
I blushed. I don’t think I’m beautiful. It’s obvious that Ryan is from Korea because of the accent while he was talking.
“Ryan, it’s not Fritchi! It’s FRET-Z!” explained Ann
“I don’t mind. It’s ok Ryan. Its 7:25 na pala, magstastart na ang class in 5 minutes.”
“Talaga? Kailangan ko na palang umalis. Hey guys, take care of Fretzie ha? Bye!” Ann said while running to her classroom.
I sat beside Jenny, at the back of Tricia. Our teacher went inside the classroom. She looks strict and when she saw me, she signalled me to go to her table.
“You’re Fretzie Bercede?” she asked me
“Yes po, Miss.”
“Miss Torres, Josie Torres.”
“Yes po, Miss Torres.”
“I need to sign something right? I never really understand why the principal accepted you. It’s really late.”
I didn’t say anything. They don’t know that my dad and the principal are close friends back then when we were still living in Cebu. The principal owes my dad, his daughters’ life. The principal can’t really say no to my dad.
“Here’s the slip. Sit anywhere.”
“Yes, Miss Torres.”
Time pass in a blur. I’m really tired because of travelling. Jet-lagged! I didn’t notice my classmates are already getting out of the classroom.
“Hey Fretz, tara na.” called Jenny
“Yeah, coming.”
