CHASTENE'S POV
Habang feel na feel ko ang paglabas mula sa airport ay dahan-dahan kong itinaas ang suot kong shades. Hinayaan ko munang mag-adjust ang mga mata ko sa nakakasilaw na liwanag ng Pilipinas. It's good to be back. I inhaled and started to walk towards my brother. I can feel eyes following me. Nah. I got used to it. I'm Chastene Gretel Briones. The one and only. I smiled at my thought.
"How are you sis? Long time no see!" Excited na salubong ng kuya ko sakin. He hugged me tight.
"Duh? Long time no see?" I raised my eyebrow at him. "You sure? So you didn't see me last time we talked in Skype?" I saw his shocked face starting to be calm. The eff? Di pa ba siya nasanay sakin? Duh!
"You really changed huh? Akala ko sa chat lang. Iba parin pala pag harap-harapan mong ginagawa sa'kin yang mga banat mo!" He laughed. Can you believe it? He just laughed at me! And ewww. Banat?
"Banat? The eff kuya, is that word even existing in the dictionary? You're so poor!" I smiled sweetly at him. Ginulo niya ang buhok ko. "Kuya ano ba? It's not funny anymore!"
"Whatever you say sis. I just miss you. It's been almost three years. I'm glad you decided to go home." Kinuha niya ang maleta ko then we headed to his car.
"Of course. Kahit naman napipilitan lang ako, namimiss parin naman kita. No choice eh." I smiled at him and entered his car. While he's driving, I can't help but feel my eyes starting to gain weight. Ugh, jetlag.
I woke up and the first thing I saw is a white ceiling. Binuhat na naman ako ng kuya ko. I turned sideward and saw my pink lamp. I smiled. I left the Philippines three years ago to pursue my dream. At fifteen, being alone in Paris wasn't easy. I'm only with my supposed-to-be-guardian who obviously doesn't care about me. I started modeling at fourteen and at fifteen, in Paris, I started to be known. Short span of time? I guess getting over that pain actually resulted to a good thing. I am now successful. I am now stronger. I am now capable of making him realize his loss two years and ten months ago. I'll make sure that he will be shattered.
Two months. Two more months and we'll meet again. I smiled at the thought of my upcoming eighteenth birthday. See you bestfriend.
BINABASA MO ANG
Bitch For A Purpose
Teen FictionHow is being bad is being good at the same time? Where will her colliding better side and worse side take her? "Yes, I am a bitch, a good one. And because I am a good bitch, I'll make you REGRET this for GOOD."
