Zene's View (gene's nickname) ^_^
i silently watched the road while sitting promptly on the veranda...
*toktoktok*
"young master your dad wants to talk to you" my Butler said while knocking noticing if im here.i just rolled my eyes heavenwards but im not a gay ha and pretended that i didn't heard what he had just said.
all my life i wasn't allowed to make my own decision.. its like that I'm a living puppet... i came back in my senses when my butler called me again
"young master your dad wants to talk to you" he repeat what he said.
"tsk -_- I'm coming " i said.i jump down and followed my butler anyway highway hindi nyo pa pala ako kilala. I'm GENE LOUIS PARK half korean and half American 17 yrs of existence.. i can speak tagalog kase i studied different languages, di ko namalayang andito na pala kame.
"young master I'm going *bow*"
" *nod* thanks " *open door*
"what is it dad? " i ask while sittinghe pulled something from his handbag and placed it infront of me.
i confusingly looked at the piece of paper and my eyes grew in shock."Transfer papers? " i absentmindedly blurted.
"you're transferring to our school zene" dad.
he always call me in that name -_-
"WHAT?! " I shouted.. he can't do this to me.. why should i transfer in our school? or should i say in MY school? oh great *note the sarcasm * as if i have a choice.
"Ok. " i said then walked to my room.*next day*
kringgg *boogsh* damn that clock -_- you know what i did? i just throw that trash clock -_- .. after doing my morning ritual.
i go downstairs and noticed that my father is here too."zene" dad
"mwo? (what) " i said while staring at him.
"please stop thinking your past " he said sincerely
i just smiled at him and get my car key
"bye dad " i run towards my car and drove fast until i reach my school.*sigh* pag kapark ko palang ng car andame na agad nakatingin.
tsk. bitches, whore ,slut -_- . damn girls! pagbaba palang ng sasakyan tilian at sigawan ang iyong maririnigkyaaaaahhhh ang pogiiiiiiiii - Slut1
omoooooo pakasall na tayoooo- S2
no way -_- kahit magkandarapa kayo dyan tss.pagpasok palang ng gate puro tilian mas malakas kesa kanina... dammnnn ansaket sa tenga -_-
i just ignored them and walked like they do not exist .. i go straight to my office to get my schedule.
*open door * " where's my schedule? " i said to my secretary.
"here sir" she nervously gave it to me.
"tsk" i walked out in my office and go to my room.after 123..9 yrs Joke. finally i found my room. -_- i open the door and damn sigawan nanaman -_- tsk
KeeJey's View
We're on our class sitting silently on our seat. I'm busy reading my book, I'm on my climax in reading my book. Don't get me wrong. I'm about to continue reading when a loud bang in the room echoed. The door bammed loudly in the room and just a loud scream echoed. All girls shouted or more like screaming like a crazy bitch. Sh*t! Damn my eardrums hurt like hell.
Then our subject teacher for this morning came in.
"Quiet!" she said to get there attention.
"Go back to your seat" the teacher said with full of authority. The students go back to there seats.
"Good Morning class" Mrs. Devine greeted us. Our history subject teacher. There's no good in the morning especially when my eardrums got hurt.
"Morning Ma'am" students greeted in chorus.
"You will be having a new classmate, Mr. Park please introduce yourself" Mrs. Devine said. Then here we go again. Students especially girls went wild. What the effin' f is wrong with this bitches.
"I'm Gene Louis Park" he said more like rudely introducing himself. I don't care anyway.
"oh.. Anything else?" Ma'am ask when she noticed that this guy don't have anthing else to say.
He shook his head then head his way in my direction. And... he pass by me. Oh, the seat behind me pala. -.-
"okay, open your book on page 143" Ma'am said and our boring class have begun.~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
finally natapos ang chapter 1 haahahaha Wieeee ^0^ hellooooo po ahihihi. 😍😍😍😍
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Fiksi RemajaSometimes, we need to be hurt in order to grow. We must lose in order to gain. Sometimes, some lessons are learned best through pain. - M. A