Another boring day for me and my soul as i spent my whole day listening to the rants of my teachers. Also for have a lazy butt in my P.E. class. I am laying here in my bed right now watching my blank white ceiling with a half close eyes. I look at my alarm clock that is place on my blue disk on my left. The clock states 7:05.
"Ugh~!!" I release an audioble groan as when I heard my stomach growl.
For love of all food why does t happens to me all the time this week? "Damn It! The cosmos are giving me boring days this week."
The week is almost done but then nothing interesting happens. I breathe deeply and release a heavy sigh. I look at my clock again and it makes me want to sleep. I close my eyes and I'm off to wonderland.
*knock knock*
"Honey? we will be going outside. Please open the door."
*Loud knocks*
"Pepa? I said open the door!"
*three loud knocks*
"Maria Jose if you will not going to open this up, this door will be crush in a minute!!"
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~ You don't know how much I need you ....~~ (Ringtone is playing)
~ BUT IT WAS ALL BULLSH*T, SOMEBODY KILL ME PLEASE!~
I shot my eyes open and sit up immediatly. Which I regret in a second.
"Stupid P.E teacher who makes me run for 10 laps this afternoon."
I groan as the water in my eyes are threatining to fall. "Damn it! Damn it! Damn it!" I told myself with a whispering voice. I put a hand at my back where the pain is. I slowly stood up and go to the annoying sound's distination. I really regret now how i let the volume of my phone in maximize mode. Still i love my ringtone though. I got it on youtube while watching 'The Wedding Singer' that song which Adam Sandler wrote whn his bride didn't showed up on their wedding day stuck up on my mind. That movie always made laugh. I gigle as I step outside my bedroom remembering my favorite part of the movie.
I guess you knew my name already but again, I am Maria Josephine and my friends calls me Pepa.
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~ Feels like a dream, When you touch me tenderly but I like the feeling inside ahh (whistle part) ~
I sing my heart out as i dance my body with the music and with my eyes close. I am doing the hustle move as I mop the floor and let the mop go after.
~Ohhh, you got me feeling emotions
Ohhh, You got me feeling higher (Doing the whistle part with the singer of the song)~
I walk forward as I'm getting ready for my final pose.
~You got me feeling higher~
I ended up the song with a fist in the air. Breathing heavily and trying to catch my breath.
*clap clap clap*
I startle at the surprising sound. I open my eyes quickly and when I saw the person I look down on the floor.
" I'm sorry, so-so-rry, I'm so-rry. This will not going to happen again Mr. Jung."
I fastly and stutter said to the person in front of me. It is my habit too saying like that when I'm surprise or need to reason myself. I can see and hear that he is laughing and it is making me feel more embarrass. I can feel that my cheeks heats up. I cup it with my hands and quickly shiver on the sudden contact.
"I am really sorry" I apologize again as I grab the cloth for cleaning. He subsides from his laughter.
"You've got to be kidding me Silvia. YOU- ARE- AMAZING! You sound so amazing! You should sing your more often. I love your voice." Exclaim Mr. Jung.
"That won't be happening Mr. Jung. My mom won't let me sing, actually it is my step father who won't let me sing." I sadly say the words to him and just show him some weak smile.
He says nothing and turns his expression into a serious one. He just walk towards me as he is getting something from the pocket of his tux. He hands me a card with his name written and some bar resto with a number. I just grab the card because I don't like to be rude infront of my boss. I scan it closely and even touch and feel the letterings.
"Just try Silvia, call me if you're interested." He said before leaving me behind.
I sigh deeply and truly wish that I could. "I wish I could." i wispher to the air.
By The way my name is Silvia and my friends calls me Chika or Sil.
