One For The Books

CHAPTER III

Dedicated to: baby Gitte :*

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A bunch of noisy retards greeted me as I've entered the school and passed through the huge metal gate. I'm on 10th Grade and luckily, I survived the past few years on my school without any companion on my side that can help me through things.
So, every time I got high grades and exams' scores, I was really proud of myself because I know I had those without someone's lending a hand.

I walked rapidly to go to our classroom before our teacher came and shout at me. That would be a great embarrassment and I won't let anyone do that to me except that you're my dad. Luckily again, the teacher was not yet on the classroom. I went on my favorite spot--at the almost edge of the classroom beside the glass window at the back then seated.

The reason why I wanted to sit here is to read my favorite books whenever the person standing in front talks about boring lessons. Well, the lessons are not boring but the one who's discussing. Aside from that, some teachers prefer to talk how good they are in teaching and how far have they gone through after all the dramas in their lives.

How I wish that drama will definitely become a bubble one day.

People that surrounds me makes too much noise. I just can't handle it. Bakit kaya laging ang ingay ng klase ano? Pwede namang mag-usap ng mahina. Well, I wonder what they are talking about. Maybe, each other? Their dramas, their enemies, their friends, their crushes--that leads to crashes after knowing that the one they've been waiting for had finally met the one for him. Heartbreaks in 4..3..2..1..

"KYAAAAAAAAH!!!"

Halos mabulabog kaming lahat nang marinig namin ang sigaw ng kaklase naming si Hena.

"My baby Chanyeol?!!"

T-teka! Is she pointing at me like she's accusing me of a criminal case that needs justice? Chanyeol? What or Who the hell is that? Me? Chanyeol?

"Yes! You! Kyaaaaah!" Nagtititili sya as if hindi na sya sisinagan ng araw.

Tinignan ko ang skin kong naka exposed. Kinilatis na mabuti. Kelan pa 'ko umitim?! Tinignan kong muli ang balat ko. Kung titignang mabuti, maputi puti pa naman ako. How dare her to call me charcoal?!

"Hena, what the hell are you doing?!" Saway ng kanyang kapatid na si Athena sabay hatak dito at pinaupo.

"Look at her beautiful hair! It's like a raspberry as what my baby Chanyeol has! I want that too." Para syang toddler sa asta nya. Nakakainis. Tila ba isang emoji na may lumuluwang hugis pusong mata.
Sa lakas ng bunganga nya, nananatili paring nasa amin ang atensyon ng mga kaklase namin.
Tsk. I hate their eyes looking at me like that as if I did something wrong.

Sandali syang pinakalma ni Athena pero bakas parin ang pagkamangha sa kanyang mga mata while looking at me as if I was an astonishing living creature.

Well, kahapon lang ay nagpakulay ako sa bandang dulo na ng buhok ko ng kulay pink. Light lang naman because I don't wanna look like a girl from some of a freaking music videos without real music. Then curled it. A black and pink hair for me? Not bad, I think. Sinapian lang siguro ako ng masamang elemento kahapon and hindi naman ganun kahigpit ang school with this matter. Hindi naman daw nakakaapekto sa pag-aaral ang buhok.
As usual, I just stared for a couple of seconds then I came back to my usual doings.

I can see on my peripheral vision that Hena's still amazed by my look.
Well, hindi ko na lang sya tinignan pa ulit dahil naiirita lang ako sa kanya.

Bumalik na rin sa kanya kanyang mundo ang mga tao sa paligid as if may napulot silang aral mula sa pangyayari. I hope na-realize nilang they wasted their time for a crazy situation made by the crazy Hena. The class started when the strict teacher came in the class.