"So the Mean, Median , and Mode, basically....."
Ugh, what a boring subject.
I just stared at the professor, pretending that I'm listening when I'm surely not.
"Wth, V. Where are you?"
I texted secretly. I seriously want her to throw me out of her class, but, detention's waiting for me if she caught me texting.
I felt my phone vibrated,
"At your service"
She replied, meaning she's already at the back door of my classroom.
While the prof's not looking, I slid my bag at the back door, and as soon as I saw V picked it up, I excused myself in the class pretending I'm going to the rest room.
3 minutes nalang naman bago maguwian.
And that 3 minutes' worth another human life.
I hurriedly took the stairs to meet up with V at the main gate of the University, as soon as she saw me running towards her, she threw my backpack, and I luckily, I managed to catch it. Phew.
"Seriously? Ilang beses ko bang sasabihin sa'yo na tigiltigilan mo yung pagbabalibag ng bag ko?!! There's a lot of important things here V! And you know that!"
I said as I rolled my eyes at her.
"Yeah yeah, granny."
She hissed, smirking at me pagkatapos ay lumayo na siya sa'kin.
Well, that's the rule. We pretend. We do not know each other, lahat kaming mga suicide stoppers, whenever we're in school, or anywhere na may makakakilala samin, we pretend na hindi kami magkakakilala to avoid issues and such.
I checked my wristwatch, its already 5:29 pm.
1 minute.
I checked my phone to review all the details about my next subject,
Lyra Green
18 years old
Second Year, BS Math
Xavier St, Denver Hills
Black hair with undercut
Nose & lip piercing
Biglang umingay ang paligid, I lift my gaze and there, in the middle of the crowd, I saw a green eyed lady with a nose and lip piercing.
Hmm, that's easy.
Hinintay kong makalabas siya ng gate bago ko siya sundan, well of course I'm used to this job, that is why I know how to blend in the crowd.
Sumakay siya sa isang jeep na papuntang Wall Street.
Napakunot ang noo ko. Wall Street is the opposite way of Danver Hills. Saan siya pupunta?
Despite of the confusion na tumatakbo sa isip ko ngayon, sinundan ko siya at kung sinuswerte ka nga naman, mapupuno na ang jeep.
With a sigh, nakipagsiksikan ko naman ang sarili ko. Pinili ko ang pwesto sa kaliwang dulo ng jeep, yung nasa likod ng driver at nasa tabi ko naman ang subject which is Lyra.
I've heard her cuss habang ipinagsisiksikan ko ang sarili ko. Tss, a brat.
Dahil magkatabi na kami, I managed to stare at her. Not the stare-stare hah. Natitigan ko siya in a way na hindi naman siya macoconcsious.
Nakalugay ang buhok niya ngayon kaya hindi agad mapapansin ang undercut niya pero mahahalata naman na kapag konti nalang ang distansya. Yung dalawa niyang piercing, identical. Parehas na may embedded na skull. May hint of burgundy rin ang buhok niya, which is hindi nasama sa research. Tsk, pumupurol na yata ang stalking skills ni Ziggy, yung information analyst ng organization.
Tan skin, black nail polish, bracelets with skulls.
What's with her and the skulls? Signs of loving death that much that she wants to kill herself? Lol, kidding!
Hmm. She's wearing a stripped long sleeves. I wonder why?
At dahil nga curious ako, I face the road, then...
"WAAAH MAY ASOOO!!!"
*Screech!*
Biglang napapreno si Manong and I feel the everyone's eyes' are looking at me right now, while I myself is so busy in checking out the left hand of Lyra Green, and confirmed, she's my next subject.
Two not-so-healed scars on Lyra Green's left wrist.
A suicidal, she is.
