I'm Migs. Miguel De Leon. Just call me Migs. Can I say that my life is perfect if the one who gives me life will leave me at the end? Can we just have a happy life not a happy ending? These are the questions running through my mind that I can't find answers. She doesn't want to leave me too but fate chooses to. How can I explain this?? Just let me share our unfinished love story.
8:00am
St. Claire University
June 13, 2012
First day of school
*bell rings*
While looking for my room, I feel the sun rays. It was a sunny morning. I can feel my sweat was dripping fast.
"...De Leon!!"
Someone shouted. As I turned, it was Troy. My highschool best friend or can I just say "BFF"?
Troy: I texted you! I told you that I will wait you in Gate 2, didn't you receive it?
Migs: I.. I left..
Troy: As usual! The same old Troy. Why don't you bring your phone with you??? Man, it's 2012!
M: For? Who am I going to text? Or call? And for what? Can you just stop it Troy, Im not used to it.
Troy: Ahmmmm... me?
Troy is basketball player and okay..yes, he is a heartthrob. Every girls in the school has a crush on him. But, Troy is focused in his varsity and his studies always left behind. And it was the opposite of me. I always have time to my studies. After school, I go straight to my house. Play video games and review.
M: shut up Troy, you never changed. This is our last year here in SCU. As we enter college, you should be hands on your studies.
T: wheew Migz! Come on we're late. Where is room 502?
As we entered the room..
Mrs.Ponopio: Ohhh what a coincidence... what goes around, comes back around. Good morning Mr. De Leon and Mr. Salazar. Are you sure you to this class? English 10?
M: Yes ma'am. ENG10A (subj code)
Mrs.Ponopio: Then you must be lucky, again.
T: (whispers) no weren't
Mrs. Ponopio: Yes, Mr. Salazar? Are you saying something?
T: Yes ma'am I told him that it was nice seeing you again.
(Everyone laughs)
Mrs. Ponopio: find your chairs and be seated.
Mrs. Ponopio is one of the terror teacher in SCU. She was our teacher last year when we're in 3rd year highschool. But for me Mrs. Ponopio is a very dedicated teacher. She assures that everyone understands her lectures. Unfortunately Troy failed the subject but he enrolled it last summer.
Mrs. Ponopio: quiet! It's now 8:11 am, let me check the attendance.
"...is this the class of Mrs. Ponopio, ENG10A?"
It was a slowmo for me. I heard an angelic voice, I was starstrucked. Can I say that that is a love at first sight?
Mrs. Ponopio: yes, and who you are? Can I see your enrollment form?
*gives the enrollment form*
Mrs. Ponopio: so you are the transferee? Can you go in front and introduce yourself?
I was mesmerized that moment. She was tall, white, has a long short hair, and yes she is beautiful.
"Im Angeli Lopez, and Im a transferee. Im 17 years old.."
That was the few lines I only remember that time.
She seated in front of me.
Going home.. I don't know how can I approach her.
I searched her fb account. And...I added her. I stalk her fb account, all I can say is, she is simple.
