One-Shot Stories :)

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B-e-a-utiful <33

I was walking alone that morning as usual. It was a sunny Monday morning, and I’m on my way to school. Oo nga pala. Harold de Castro. 17 years old, college sophomore.

Pagdating ko sa school, pinagtitinginan ako ng mga estudyante. Bakit nga naman hindi? I’m wearing black hooded jacket, skinny jeans. My bangs were swept on the left, though it’s long enough to cover both my eyes. I know I looked like an emo, but I really don’t mind if people think of me that way. I prefer it that way, anyways.

Since two hours pa naman bago mag-start ang class ko, I decided na magpunta na lang dun sa park malapit sa school namin. Dito madalas tumambay yung mga estudyanteng nagcucutting - madami na kong nakita na tumalon sa bakod - at yung mga gusto lang na magrelax. Maganda kasi etong park na to. Sobrang nakakakalma, at tulad nga ng nasabi ko na, nakakarelax ang ambience.

“Aahhh! Beautiful morning! Good morning sunshine!”

Napatingin ako sa right side ko. Then, I saw Stephie Bernal. She’s my classmate, and she’s called Miss Bright Side by everyone. Pano ba naman, lagi lang yang nakangiti. And she’s the kindest person I’ve ever met.

Napatingin din sia sakin at ngumiti. Then lumapit sia saken. Naupo sia dun sa tabi ko, a foot away from me, but I can still smell her perfume.

“Hello classmate! Ang ganda ng araw nu?”

*nods*

“Hayy. Teka, bat ang aga mo? Mamaya pa klase natin ah! May hinihintay ka ba?”

*iling*

“Ahh. Hayy. Sana di na ulit magklase si Sir pamaya nu? Nakakaantok sia magturo.”

*silence*

“Ahh. Harold?”

Tumingin ako sa kania. She was looking seriously at me. Buti na lang natatakluban ng bangs ko yung mga mata ko. Kung hinde..

“Pwede bang makita yung mga mata mo?”

“H-ha?”

“Sige na! Simula first year tayo magkaklase na tayo pero ni minsan, di ko pa nakita mata mo. Patingin naman!”

“A-ano. W-wag na.”

“Eeee! Sige na pleaaaaaaaaase! What do you want me to do? I just want to see your eyes!”

Tiningnan ko lang mukha nia. She looked serious, and at the same time, her eyes were pleading.

“Why do you want to see my eyes?”

“Ahmm..”

Nag-isip sia sandali.. And then..

“Alam ko na! Kasi I want to see how beautiful your eyes are!”

Beautiful? Tsh. If only she could see my eyes.

*Flashback*

“Harold.. What happened?”

I was slouched on the chair, and I’ve got bruises on my left knee and black eye on my right eye.

“Nothing Mom.”

“You got into a fight?”

*silence*

“Harold..”

“I hate them.”

“Why?”

“They all laughed at me! They always tease me! Abnormal daw ako! Mommy I hate them!”

“Anak..”

“And I hate my eyes! Why do I have to have these eyes?!”

“Harold, stop it.”