I am not your average teenage girl. I may have a cherubic face, but I may also be quite devilish. My name is Mira Peterson, 16, the only daughter of Mr. and Mrs. Peterson. I am tall, intelligent, and exceptionally beautiful. They say that I have the most tantalizing eyes you could ever see and is the shade of the lightest brown. Even though we are already rich, I am still a scholar. Other than being academically intelligent, I am also part of the school’s soccer team for girls. I am half-British and half-Filipino.
Last summer, my parents decided to move out of Ripples, Makati to Senity, Batangas. Senity is quite far from civilization, a 30 minute drive from Batangas City and 3 hours from Makati. Our new place is near the peak of the mountain. The house was quite huge. It was 3 storeys high plus a rooftop. It has 9 rooms, 3 rest rooms, a garage, a pool, and a terrace. The property my parents bought occupies a total of 300 square kilometers of land. It was too huge for a family of five I can say.
I am now a third year high school student. I am a transferee in Senity Integrated Montessori. Today is my first day of school. I hope that it would be good.
“Mira, come down now or else we will be late!” mom shouted hastily outside my room. “Micko and Marco are already in the car Mira. Move fast! We’ll wait for you there.”
“Yes mom! I’m coming!” I replied, looked at myself at the mirror for the last time and sighed. “It will be okay… soon,” I whispered to myself as I grabbed my things from my bed hurrying.
The ride, I could say, was long. Mom chattered all the way to the school while dad was driving the car. She asks us almost every after a minute or two of silence. Mom and Dad accompanied us to the office since they were more excited than us, I think. From the office, a teacher led us to our respective rooms.
The teacher talked to the class adviser.
“Excuse me Ms. Claude, may I speak to you for a while?” the teacher asked.
“What is it, Miss?” she asked approaching us, smiling.
“Ms. Claude, this is Ms. Peterson, a new student. I think she belongs to your class.” she said smiling, glancing to me, while the teacher looked at her list.
“Indeed. She belongs to my class.” she said while grinning at me.
The teacher who accompanied me to my class left me to my class adviser. She whispered something to Ms. Claude’s ears and left, wishing me a good luck.
“Ms. Peterson, come with me. I’ll introduce you to third year, class A.” she explained.
“Okay, Three - A, we have a new student here. I would like to introduce you to Ms. Peterson.” she said in a loud authoritative voice.
“Ms. Peterson, will you tell us something about yourself?” she asked me, quite insistent.
“I am Mira Peterson. 15 years old. I came from Ripples State University in Makati.” I said in a low wavering voice while staring at the floor.
“Are you single?” a guy suddenly asked with a chocolaty tone.
