Take a Chance

For the past sixteen years of my life, I've been thinking that I have a perfect life. I have a faithful father, a loving mother, a caring sister who’s also my bestfriend and the cutest baby brother in the world. I also have the love of my life.. my ever-loving prince charming. I believe in fairytales and happy ever after. I believe in a love that will last forever. But suddenly all of these were gone in just a snap. All of my thoughts... everything I used to believe in... my perfect life... They all started to fade away.

“I'm really excited to see Hope in his Peter Pan costume, Mums! Oh my Gosh! I have to take lots of pictures!” I was screaming my lungs out here on my seat now. Gosh I really want to see my baby brother in that super cute costume that I personally made.

“Look Mums! There he is! Aah! That costume I made really suits him fine!”I exclaimed.

“What costume are you talking about, Mums? The one you “bought” at the shop the other day?” she said “No way!! I made it, Mums!”

“Whatever, Tris. Please stop shouting. The show’s getting started.”Now she’s scolding me like a child again. Oh well, I’ll enjoy watching Hope up there.

Oh I almost forgot to introduce myself. I'm Miracle Beatris delos Reyes, 17 years old. My friends call me Tris. We are now here at St. Clare, Science High to watch my little brother’s recital. He’s a pre-schooler. That girl I was talking to a while ago is my sister, Hazel Faith. We call each other “Mums”. Isnt it sweet? Anyways, she’s 4 years older than I am. You know what, she’s really my inspiration. I admire her a lot. She excel in every aspect that you could never imagine. She’s a CPA board passer at the age of 20 (no doubt with her medals and ribbons and trophies that almost filled our house), has the most incredible fashion statement (which I really adore), an artsy-fartsy kind of person, very supportive and  thoughtful.I was taken aback when Mums called me. The show has started. It was Hopes’s turn. Mums set the video recorder and I took a lot of pictures and we both enjoyed his singing.Afterwards, I get the chance to go backstage to give Hope a warm embrace for what he did was great. But I wasn’t expecting what I saw. I caught him arguing with someone. Izz. That little boy!

“Stop calling me Love! I’m not your love and I hate you!” the cute litte girl in her high pitch.

“But hey! That’s your name right? Its cute. What’s wrong with that?” its Hope

“Then I don’t want you to call me by my first name! You are not my friend anyway and I barely know you! You could be a lollipop snatcher!” salty liquids are starting to get off her eyes

“H-hey kids. Stop fighting. Hope come here” I knelt down to level the kids. “Look, I don’t want to see you guys fight again, okay? That’s bad.”

“But he started it.” pointing to Hope. “He keeps calling me Love!” says the cute little girl in her pigtails

“But Love is your name! Love is cute and you are cute!” Hope insisted.I giggled because that was so sweet though corny.

“I said call me Lee Grace you lollipop snatcher boy!” the girl screamed

“Okay okay. Stop fighting. Hope, say sorry to her” I said

“And why would I do that, Tris?”

“Because you’re teasing her and you know that that’s bad, right?”

“But Im just calling her Love! What’s wrong with that?”

“It’s Lee Grace!!!”ThenLove, I mean Lee Grace burst into tears.