Shattered Jar (Fiorello Series #1)

06

06

"Mama..." I called nervously.

Mama held my hand softly, caressing it in a very gentle way. "Hmm?"

"A-ayoko pong pumasok..." halos takot kong sabi sa kaniya habang tinitingala ang matayog na gate sa aking harapan.

Today is my first day of school and I'm a transferee student. I was a victim of bullying in my previous school so she decided to transferred me into a new one. Mama wants me to build good memories with my new classmates, pero paano ko naman gagawin iyon? Ilang buwan na simula nang mag simula ang pasukan, Grade 10 student pa man din ako kaya batid kong mahihirapan talaga ako. I'm sure that they already made friends and me, being a new student will surely experience on how to be alone though, being alone is not an issue for me anymore I don't really know on how to make friends. I never had one anyway.

"Air, hindi ba't masama ang mag-absent?" ani Mama sabay haplos sa aking buhok. "Kaya mo 'yan, okay?"

Sabi nila na masama si Mama kaya pati sila ay nagagalit sa akin pero bakit parang hindi naman? My classmates were always making fun of me because of it but despite of my mother's bad habits and vices, she never did anything that could bring harm to other people. She's a very nice woman! Mabait naman si Mama ko kaya hindi ko sila maintindihan sa mga sinasabi nila sa akin.

Is it because of her job? She's working at the bar located in BGC and I don't find it weird. Nagtatrabaho lang naman siya roon bilang waitress kaya anong masama? Dahil ba nagtatrabaho sa bar ay maruming tao na kaagad? My mother is not like that and she will never be.

Wala na akong ibang nagawa kung hindi ang sumunod sa kaniya at pumasok na nang tuluyan sa gate ng school na papasukan ko. Kumaway pa sa akin si Mama habang ako ay kinakabahan pa rin.

"I.D. mo, Ineng?" Manong guard said. I showed him my school I.D kaya pinapasok niya na ako.

The wind blew harshly on my deep black hair the reason why some strands of it went to my face. Inalis ko ang aking mga buhok na tumama sa aking mukha, I really think I should get a haircut. Hanggang dibdib ko na kasi ang aking buhok, mainit pa naman na.

Nilibot ko ang aking paningin habang hinahanap ang building para sa mga Grade 10. RM0405 ang nakalagay sa form ko, it means 4th floor and room and section 05, ganoon kasi ang ipinaliwanag sa akin noong orientation. Wala na akong sinayang na oras, pumunta na kaagad ako sa Building 3 at doon umakyat. Sana lang ay wala nang mambully sa akin sa school.

I found the RM0405 and I can clearly see my new sets of classmates, they were looking at my direction. Marahan ang ginawa kong pagkatok sa pinto, sumilip pa muna sa glass window ang guto na nasa unahan bago ako pinagbuksan.

"Oh, you must be the new student?" she asked, smiling.

"Opo..."

"I see..." she nodded while looking at me from head to toe. "Are you wearing a make up?"

Ilang beses akong kumurap bago umiling. Why would I put a make up on my face? I don't even know how to do that one and besides, I'm too young for it. Pero nang nalingon ko ang mga kaklase kong babae na may mga mapupulang labi at may kulay pa ang kanilang mga talukap at bahagyang nakausli ang kanilang mga pilik mata, napaisip ako na baka nga hindi lang talaga ako marunong mag-make up. Sabi naman ni Mama ay hindi ko na kailangan iyon dahil natural na makapal ang pilik mata at ang aking kilay na para bang inayos ito. Natural na mapula ang aking labi't mga pisngi na para bang may nilagay akong kolorete sa mga ito kahit na wala naman talaga.

"I like your skin, it's naturally glowing. Come here, introduce yourself," aniya sabay lahad pa sa mga kaklase ko.

I took a deep breath. "Hi, I'm P-Phleuraia Airis Zanteban... it's nice to meet you all,"