♡ Chapter 1: Inconsiderate Past

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"Truth or truth?", Stacy questioned with eagerness.

"Truth...", I replied with hesitation. It's like I have a choice don't I.

"This should be interesting", Ana muttered to herself.

The room went quiet. Things stood still yet my heart is trembling.

She proceeded with the question...

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Chapter 1

How can I enjoy the past I look back,
where happiness is the one that I lack?

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Waking up in a room with bare walls with a hanging painting, closed windows, and a blank floor with a messy bed, "YAAAWN*".

I decided to get up, still feeling dead from watching a ton of meme compilations last night, and went to the bathroom and washed.

My bathroom is probably my second favorite room in this house. It has a comfy toilet bowl, organized shower products and overall clean and refreshing with the lemon scent. Apart from the broken heater, which needs to be fixed.

Finished with my business and witnessed once again my earthquaked bed.

As much of a lazy-ass I am, I still didn't fix my bed and went straight downstairs and get breakfast.

I opened my door.

"Nonong! Get yo ass right here right now!", my mom yelled.

"What? Why?", I replied in shock.

"You're late." she said.

"Why? Why am I late? Late for what?", I questioned with mass confusion, considering it's still summer and having no responsibilities.

"For school", she boasted.

"W-WHAT? MOM!!", I shouted.

I have still have a lot of plans for the remainder of my vacation but I guess it'll just fly away.

"Today is suppose to be your registration and next week is the start of your misery", she said with a smug on her face. :>

It's quite annoying...

I just stood, lost in a trance of suddeness and decided to not mind.

"It's gonna be okay, we will be leaving in 2 hours", she assured.

I replied with a depressing ,"Okay...".

"Oh and fix your dirty-ass bed", she added.

...

I will eat breakfast, which happened to be brunch, with my mom's specialty, Eggs... and rice... Better than nothing I guess.

Then I will take a quick shower. It was freezing, as cold as how summer treated me even though I live in a tropical country.

Finally I will change my clothes. Just a basic striped T-shirt and shorts. I always do shorts... no pants.

I finished getting ready. I still feel like a dying piece of sh-...

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I went downstairs to report I am ready for war.

"MOM! I'm ready!", I shouted like I was on top of Mount Everest.

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