Chapter1
As I finish fixing myself and my things for my school, my mom shouts down by the stairs.
“Rachel bumaba ka na dito at male-late ka na” (Rachel, Get down here or you will be late)
“Opo! Nandyan na!” (Ok! Im coming!)
Jeez! It’s still early, no need to shout. I clamber my bag to my shoulder and head down. Look at the mirror by the stairs, Yeah.. this will do, Just a simple skinny jeans, a T-shirt that embraces my curves, just gloss, mascara.. Damn it, why am I friggin nervous!! I’m just going to go to high school, err.
Then I feel someone staring at my back, and say my mom digging her eyes through me.
“ok mom” and rolled my eyes
Finished eating and everything, walking to school, Yeah so I’m an immigrant from the Philippines, I’m Rachel Locsin, 5’7 height kind of tall.. morena, slim body and curly hair, that’s kind of like my asset, my crowning glory, I can compare the curls to taylor swift’s locks but a little thinner and bigger waves and locks ( http://i.huffpost.com/gadgets/slideshows/335705/slide_335705_3381533_free.jpg something like that, but not the color!)
Im fortunate coz others think i curled it with a curling iron or i go to salon ,dark top and little ash blonde at the bottom! I did a little ombre before we got here because I heard that it costs a fortune to do salon here.
Our family migrated here in USA, and here I am going to school. I heard a lot about high school here in America. From movies like mean girls and stuff, a lot of bullying, I even searched the net! But its fine, I can handle myself, I was not born to be bullied.
One step then I’m in. I really don’t know what to expect.. walking by the hallway and so many people are looking at me, and some couple are even making out by the locker, jeez! Get a room! and I don’t even know where to go. I don’t have the courage to ask some..
“hey! Chika. Are you new here?” I can’t help but raise an eyebrow the moment he said chika.. Some tall kind-of-good-looking-but-very-rude kind of guy interrupted me from my walk, with his football teammates, based from their matching jersey jackets.. and who the hell would say chika? Ew!
“I just need to go to the Principal’s office to get my schedule, so if you could excuse me.”
“You look hot.. let me take you?”
“No, Thank you I am perfectly capable” That’s right Rachel! Stay out of trouble, and this guy Is like spilling TROUBLE coming out of his body.
Then while walking there’s a group of girls walked pass me, most are blondes and so pretty! Thin and kind of slutty.
“Hey honey! Who’s that?” As the Pretty Blonde girl with pink spaghetti-strap top with smak lips printed on it and super duper fit jeggings, and high pumps, kisses him on the lips. But she said those words like I’m a kind of threat! Gosh. Why would they allow someone to dress like this? I mean.. they go to school to study, not to have sex in the hallway or something.
“Hey honey, she’s new here, I just wanted to see her around that’s all”
Yeah right. See me around or hit-on-me around! Tshh.
“Really. Honey? Or you just wanted to take her virginity.” And all of them laughed hard!
What the fuck?
“Excuse me?”
“What? She’s right, isn’t she? You’re an Old Virgin!” said the other pretty blonde girl hugging another football player with almost the same outfit with the other bitch. I walked to her while she is talking.
“I’d rather be a virgin than to be a SLUT, a WHORE, or a BITCH! And I can’t even fathom why you even brag about losing your virginity at an early age?!”
“Well we get laid because we can’t help it. Guys love us! and that also means we are attractive DUH!” said a HOT but dumb brunette. Damn they are pretty!
“and stupid! Because they don’t love YOU.. they love your BODY!.. No Offence.(then I looked at the guys)” I said right after she finished her sentence.
“You’re a Virgin because no one wants to have sex with you.” Said the leader of the bitch girls who started this conversation.
“No! I’m a virgin because I chose to be, not because there’s no one out there who wants to have sex with me!!” I just realised that students are rounding up on us, and I got an Idea
“Why don’t you ask them” I wave my hand to the people. “Hey! Guys.. Who would you prefer to have sex with? A virgin or a SLUT?” and I emphasized the last word. And they are all murmuring Virgins. Like DUH!
“How about.. a virgin or a Whore” and I looked at the other blonde girl who picked on me before. And they are still murmuring VIRGIN.
“Lastly, a Virgin or a BITCH?” and they all said Virgin in sync. The girls are in shut! And I can’t help but smile.
And a girl from their bitch tribe just splurged me with a juice or something. An said.
“You’re a Virgin because you’re a LOSER!” and stared down to me.
“You know what? I can be like you.. A slut, a whore, a bitch whenever, wherever I want! But whatever you do, you can never be like me, a virgin! Ever. again.” And I walked away, proud of myself but looking forward to a troubled year.
“Why would we want to be like you? You’re a Loser!”
“Then why do you care?” and Walked through the people and I wonder why is it taking so long for the bell to ring. And then the speakers are on. An old but sophisticated lady talking..
“Students please go to the respective rooms, our school bell was not working properly and is currently on maintenance, I repeat! go to your rooms immediately, we are already starting the class late.” And I heard it turned off. But a few seconds I heard a feedback again.
“and Ms. Rachel Locsin, please go to the principal’s office.. Now” Jeez she sounded mad at the last word.
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