At first I thought it would be great now I'm doubting.
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"Everybody, listen!." My throat immediately becomes itchy.
Okay, here's the most big deal part to me, being a president in the classroom. Teachers look up to you as a role model to your classmates, classmates question your performances and the worst part is, when you're to be blamed when things didn't go well.
Obviously I became a robot in this role.
You think when I called everybody's attention they would immediately listen?, No. Sad.
"HILOM!!!" Then the room became quiet, not much but enough to grab everybody's attention. They stared at me surprised since we rarely speak Cebuano language.
"Teacher Jean requested for us to have our practice at the quadrangle. So make it fast if you want to change. Only white t-shirts are allowed. Anyone who wear different colors except white are not allowed to join for the practice. Zack and Seth, the two of you are the one who is assigned to bring the speakers. Where's the vice president?" I said authoritatively while roaming my gaze around.
"In here!" Outside the door I quickly caught our vice president's gaze. Wearing his usual shit-eating grin.
I raised my brow and said, "You lead them." He muttered some annoying jokes but didn't let me hear it.
"Okay, everybody form a straight line then proceed downstairs immediately and silently. Don't let Mrs. Dove catch you fooling around or else..."
They nod vigorously and continued laughing and making fun that I'm sure the other section won't appreciate for their noise.
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The practice didn't go well since the guys aren't cooperating. Girls we're okay just the occasional slow movements.
Sure I'm a dancer but what we've done today is tiring making me produced short breaths and fast pounding of heart almost wanting to be rip out of my chest. I suffer anemia but this didn't stop me from doing what I enjoyed most which is physical activities like dancing or working out.
Sure I felt all it's signs but when I love to do something I will do it and only stop when I felt like puking or already enough for me.
Even headaches and menstruation won't stop me, only if I'm not in the mood.
Because if I'm really not in the mood I shut down everyone and imagine myself leaving planet. Hell, drama queen but really I'm that kind of person who just want to be left alone.
I prefer an AC room wearing sweatpants and hoodie. With an addicting smell in the air plus delicious foods and beverage. Good movies and dark surroundings just a little light from a lamp shade then lay myself on the comfiest bed.
I don't want people seeing me weak especially the boys. I like to leave an impression that girls are strong and unbreakable. Even though we act so sensitive I like to believe it is because we have bigger hearts than the boys out there who is full of themselves.
Okay, so when Peter, the one who choreographs the dance decided to end the practice with two more songs our face lightens up and we all performed giving our best or lets say 'trying they're best.'
No surprise there. It's really hot so we aren't really that motivated but I guessed I'm the only one who'enjoying it. I'm in the mood and that's weird since I hate it when the weather is so hot to the point where it felt like it's burning our skins.
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We arrived in our classroom tired, smelly and wet from sweat.
"Can we not change?" Somebody asked suddenly.
"No, you know the rule. Everyone, get moving before our next teacher presents herself suddenly." I said without looking. Slipping my right hand inside my bag, I tried locating my recycling black short for underneath my skirt.
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My classes passed by with me being irritated. When I went home I quickly logged in my account to checked the results.
When I made something and published it I thought it would perk many's attention, guessed what? I fucking fail to make something more interesting.
They said I made it nice but those who said are my friends who didn't even think how much there words mean to me. Thought they would support it but nah.
I swear before I sign out. Way to make my first shit.
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Author's note:
HILOM- means 'shut up' in Cebuano language, usually use by Iliganons in the Philippines.
