Write Me A Lovestory

Chapter 2: Kababayan

Bleu's POV

"Anjelu Bleu Castillo."

I raised my hand as a sign of my presence in his class.

He is Mr. White, my Literature professor. I'm studying at Trent International School. I'm on my last year taking Journalism.

I love writing, hindi sa pagmamayabang pero magaling akong gawing salita ang mga iniisip ko. Magaling akong magpahayag ng nararamdaman ko gamit ang pagsusulat.

"As we all know class that a few months from now, you'll be all graduating. And as your final project, Mr. Blanche and I already decided that you'll do a field activity like a thesis that would involve real life, real people and real feelings."

Mr. Blanche is the Dean here.

Field activity huh?

"Your task is to make a journal and this must involve real emotions. Might as well, consider yourselves as your subject. It would be much easier."

Halatang mga excited ang mga kaklase ko. Baka excited dahil ga-graduate na or baka dahil sa project namin or both? Ayy ewan. Basta ako, I don't seem to feel happy. Parang I still want to study.

Siguro dahil dito ko naibubuhos ang atensyon ko simula ng iwan ako ni C-calvin.

I sighed, remembering him again.

After an hour, he dismissed us from his class.

Naglalakad ako papunta sa Cafeteria ng University namin.

There are some asian here and mostly Filipinos because this is an International School pero we don't encounter that much since the school is very huge and mag kaiba kami ng taken courses.

As usual, may mga bullies sa paligid, may mga bitches and i'm not judging them, self-proclaimed bitches sila yung kulang na lang lagyan nila ang noo nila ng 'i'm a bitch fck me for free', may mga nerds, may mga couples na nagmemake-outs sa locker room, may mga mean girls at marami----

"Ouch!!"

Hinawakan ko ang noo ko, I feel nausea and diziness all of a sudde, may malagkit na likido akong nakita tapos unti-unting dumidilim hanggang sa nawalan na ako ng malay.

May naririnig pa akong mga shock reactions and a guy tapping my cheeks.

Maybe he was the one who did this but I don't care anymore. I fainted.

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"Miss! Miss!"

May tumatapik sa mukha ko and I don't feel like opening my eyes.

I want to sleep. I want to escape the pain my forehead is feeling. I want peace of mind. I want alone time while I rest.

But this guy won't let me.

He kept on tapping my cheeks and calling me 'miss'

I slowly opened my eyes and found an American-guy sitting beside me. He's blonde and tall and okay handsome.

Nilibot ko ang panigin ko and all I can see is white wall, green curtain a medicine kit and a nurse's table, found out na nandito ako sa clinic ng TIS.

Binalik ko ang paningin ko sa lalaki sa tabi ko.

He looks familiar.

Parang nakita ko na siya somewhere.

'Ano ka ba Bleu, magkakamukha lang ang mga Amerikano.'

Sabi ng sarili ko sa sarili ko. And now i'm talking to myself, I must have been that damage na pati utak ko naapektuhan.