High school Days
[Sara P.OV]
They are all busy doing chit-chat on whatever or whoever is on the hot seat. Who are those on the school news papers. Who’s the hottest male on our batch and who’s the sexiest female. Actually I’ve been tired and pissed off on there attitude. I’m just lucky I have earphones on my ears. Banging loudly on Emy Ly voice. My eyes were shut and my sound were on a blast when someone removed my earphones on my ears.
“Sara, your not listening on what I’m telling”, its Mylene. We born on the same day of May 1990. His the prettiest among us four. She is like the Binibining-Pilipnas materials, the one you can put her in the stage for a rampage show.
A complete contras of me.
“Why should I? Your just gossiping”, I answered irritably.
“We are not gossiping we are just sharing what we have dream”, says Medie. (A/N: Read it as Me-di) She has those long black hair. She is smart too. And she is my best friend. She is an ordinary girl among us. she doesn’t do make-ups or any lip gloss or even perfume. Which I always thanked her. The scent of perfumes irritates my noise.
“I guess you can share yours?”, says Len when her famous raise eyebrows as high as her forehead. She is the singer among us. The creative one. I actually envy her because she can sing. A talent which I guess I will never have. Even if I attend voice lesson. Reason? Because I’m lazy during summer.
“I don’t have any dreams. I just don’t see vision of whatever. The moment I shut my eyes its just blank. Nothing interesting”, I gave them the tone of I’m-not-interested-on-your-topic.
“Even nightmares?”, asked Mylene.
“Nahh! Even those creepy nightmares”, and then I put my earphones back in my ears.
I didn’t hear anymore question on them. Probably because I plug my ears with this screaming voice I have.
After a minute I could feel a sudden tap on my shoulder. I removed my earphones and face who is on my back.
“Andito na si Sir. Amats”, it’s Mylene.
(A/N: Amat’s stand for Amatorio Real Surname niya po yan)
As she finished her lines. The deep voice of our Trigonometry teacher were heard all over the room.
Trigonometry. I hate math subject. I hate analyzing things. It makes my head to spin to its billion times. Numbers, letters and finding the X makes me more crazy.
I never mind what he is telling about our assignment. I just don’t care. I just stare at my math notebook.
The school day were gone smooth. The unusual high school day, nothing abnormal happens. A lot of assignments and lots of projects just add on to the carts. But nothing exciting happens.
Nasa bahay ako ni Medie at nakatulalang nakatingin sa kisame. Kanina pa natunog yung cellphone ko sa dami ng nag text pero hindi ko pinapansin. Sa ayaw ko eh. Care ba nila?
“Oy nakatulala ka naman best”, agaw atensyon sa akin.
Napatingin ako sa kanya and just shrug my shoulder, “Just clearing my thoughts”
“Ang dami ng nag text sayo oh”
“Hayaan mo sila. Kung hindi nakikipag text mate eh mga classmates nating galit sa akin”
“Ano ba sa tingin mo bakit ba sila galit sayo?”
“Hindi ko din alam best. Hindi ko madiscribe eh!”, sa pag-iikot ng aking paningin ay dumapo ang aking mga mata sa wall clock nila. Napatayo ako dahil alas-nuwebe na pala ng gabi. “Uwi na ako best. Hatid mo ako”
