Red lips
Written by: Jodel C. Botilo
I don’t know why things happen to me this way. I’m not good at things at which the people used
to. To tell you, I am not beautiful. And that was how the world sees me. How will I be recognize by
young boys for they see I looked like granny. Is it the way they treat a human at twenty?. You might ask why?!. Don’t worry about it because I am going to tell you the reason why.
My name is sandy. They say I’m a weird. Nobody wants to talk to me in school. One of them I heard say “eew”. What a dirt! I am in the middle of the centre. All eyes on me.
Then they walk away from me. Now, they say I’m a loner.
They wanted to show the world with their legs in which I see and hated. I would love to wear my long skirt. I feel comfortable in it. And that’s one of their reason why they say I am weird. That sometimes I would laugh at them. I don’t know what’s wrong in the way I dress.
I have my eye glasses, it was brown and as big as my ear. Like the eye of a bee. Imagine how huge it was?. But no matter how they badly treat me, I must go to school. I have the guts. And I don’t care about them. But oops! At this time, they need my help. And this is how my story goes.
I have not finished my secondary but I am accelerated to college. It’s how our government work for us. I mean it, we the unfortunate people. Those were not able to go to school for some reasons of financially unstable. I am one them.
How poor I am isn’t it?. I love you my readers and I welcome you to think of what you like to think of.
I am afraid of one thing to happen, and that is what my professors will. They are all strict but I understand them. I was once call to answer, I stand up and raise my point of view. They all stared at me. I don’t want to be lifted high. It wasn’t my intention to let them make me as their apple of the eye. I always walk along the path alone.
I heard their murmuring, “ their eyes take a glimpse. There goes the weirdo.
They throw curses on me. They say I am evil but they are those who do evil.
The professor caught my attention, and she say. Why are you tolerating others to throw curses in you?
The truth is, she is the reason why they do it to me.
When I turn my back one time I saw her. She say how good she was, but never say how bad his acts. She mentioned “I looked like shit”. Then she laugh. There is evil in her. “gossip”. I just can’t imagine a professor think of that way, cursing her student.
Too bad for that young ugly lady in my class. I was deeply hurt about what I heard. I can’t do nothing to it.
The days go on and on.
Some of my school mates wonder why?. When they laugh, it seems to they have fangs. Their smiles are fake. They wanted to curse for they don’t know what they did.
They are hypnotize by an evil doers. For whatever it is I don’t care. I don’t know what’s wrong with them.
They looks like a drooling dogs for they aren’t human the way they live. Sometime they like it somebody’s touching their butt. They say “ I like it”. And if they run their life, they say, they are good at it.
But truth!, deep inside they are screaming!. But they can’t get out of it.
It shines and it sparks. It’s morning. I can see her red eyes like the eyes of a wolf hiding in the bush. They are afraid in the dark. And so even more dying in the sun rise.
I’m not going to mention her name, for she don’t deserved to be know.
Her lips looks deeply soak in a blood.
She tries to get me but she’s not able to. She used to make my eye glass off and make me stare at her eyes. And I do so.
She’s worried for she’s not able to take me into her spell, an evil spell. For the world today become more evil. But the fact bad has already receive it’s price and it was loosing.
I am not worried about her, for whatever lies she states, I hope she will be back to her normal way of life.
A good day for a new beginning
“Good morning class”. She greeted us.
The first subject for today is mathematics. She gladly say and smile. What a good mood she has.
There is no more lies. I don’t know what happen to her. Of course wondering will always be, but I’m not going to say, what’s wrong in her. I’d say what’s good in her today.
She’s not wearing her eye glasses
I ask her, “where is your eye wear ma’am?” she responded.
I dropped it in the bathroom. It was broken!. And I burned all the papers. What do you mean papers? I ask her. Then she did answered.
For so I don’t mean what is written, she said. all that comes into my mind it was all lies.
I’m not used to wear glasses. I hate it!. It makes my head dizzy and at first I was fooled to try it.
To look more fashionable, to look good then do bad things? Oh it’s over now. Then during those times I was totally cursing my students. And of which I don’t like.
Broken glass! Broken cursed!. The red lips cursed was stopped.
Have a good day sandy! She say.
The bell rang. Oh! I have to go ma’am. Oh oh ! me too.
Telling lies is a cursed that might crushed you one day. It might fool you so be careful of what you say.
It’s now time to go home!.
I walk along the covered walk. I saw jazzy and jane and they talk about their teacher. I heard them say. “it’s a good day isn’t it?. Yes it was jazzy. Then she continued.
My teacher changed!. Changed to good. She never did cursing us. ‘no need to tell lies.
Things is amazingly changed to good. It’s over.
Jazzy and jane where in secondary. Good to hear about what they talk about. And the day passes wherein all of the students that smiles to their teacher with a smile that wasn’t fake.
There is an advertisement of an eye glass. I saw this ads as I walk through.
“ hurry for it’s an eyewear that let you shine the beauty in you”
My name is jean!. I am a teacher. I love my students and I love my eye glasses too. I like to look good. I had my makeup. The eyewear and my lips was in perfect combination.
I looked into the mirror then I was looking great. Then one day. I had one student that threw garbage into his seatmate. One piece of a crumpled sheet of paper.
My anger rises rushes like a flowing water in the faucet. I didn’t think of it anymore. “ I am angry” I lose my temper. I threw back the papers to my student.
“The hell was that!. I hit him in his face and he cry. I put my arms akimbo. I laugh in full insanity.
Do you think you still look great?.. then I scream but it’s all silence…. No!!!
..THE END..
