At home
“Ba’t ngayon ka lang?” Dad asked over his phone.
“Project po,” sabi ng dahilan kong automatic
He peered over his phone. “Napapadalas na yan ahh. Late ka na parating umuuwi:”
“Oo nga eh, nakakastress,” I said, running into my room. I turned my headset’s volume to full and texted Cassy.
S: Bitch?
C: Wut?
S: Tinatamad ako pumasok bukas.
C: WHY?!
S: Idunno. I just… don’t… feel like it
C: Ganyan tayong mga pinoy eh. >_<
S: Haha. Half day nalang ako bukas :D
C: Fuckdat. Wala akong kasama sa umaga L
S: SI JASON XD
C: Ayaw ko. No. Never.
S: Aw, wakanga choosy :P
C: No means no, bitch. Pumasok ka bukas or else
S: Sigi naaaaaaaaa
C: Pag bumaba talaga grades mo… :I
S: Ako na bahala dun :P
C: Yeah, right. Fine, text you later, cunt. I’m eating.
S: Fuckdat, kakakain lang natin kanina?!
C: Stfu.
S: Okay, love you too, tababoy :*
“Sam!” my brother shook my arm like his life depended on it. “Sam! Samantha! Sam-man-tha!”
“What?” I snapped.
“Food, Sam. I need it.” He begged. I guess his life did depend on it.
“May ice cream ako sa ref. Dalin mo dito.”
“Oh yeah!”
~xoxo~
“Good Morning, Sam.” My teacher greeted me sarcastically as I pass him by the corridor.
I smiled. “Good morning, sir G.!”
It was 11:30, fifteen minutes before lunch break. As I entered my classroom, there was total silence as all head turned to me. My teacher was at his desk, asleep. P.E. time, I thought. No wonder everybody was screaming and running around until I came in.
“SAM!” A chorus of voices exploded.
I smiled. “Hallu der—ouch!”
Cassy slapped my arm. “Bitch.”
“Ano? Pumasok naman ako ah?”
“Mami!”I turned and found Jason smiling, arms open. Playing cool, I hugged him back. Awkward, pero ‘di naman niya pinansin.
“Grabe, na miss kita,” I said sarcastically as I pulled away.
“Ako rin!”
“Ulol.”
“Uy, may kwent ako sayo, girl.” Cassy said
“Ano, ano?”
“Mamaya na.” she looked pointedly at Jason who either never noticed or never cared.
“Ui, may sasabihin ako, mommy.” Jason said.
“Oh, anu yun?”
“May crush ako~”
Ouch. Bat masakit? “Ay, weh? Sino?” sabi ng ngiti kong pilit. You’re dying Sam! You’re dying and you know it! Die! Die! DIE!
“Grade 8”
Ugh, you like little girls? What a pedo lol “Aw, pedobear! Ano nga name niya?”
“Claire,”
“Ahhh.” I forced a chuckle.
“Kilala mo?”
Hinde. Tanga ka? “Familiar yung name,” I smiled.
“Syempre,” he said jokingly, but instead left me in a foul mood nung buong lunch time
