Ten years ago.
"Goodmorning, Derick!"
"Hey, goodmorning"
"Derick! Goodmorning"
*random kids in school greeting me*
"We'll have a football match against Ryan and other guys from class one after school. Will you come? Winning will be a sure thing if you join us." Random kid.
"Please, come with us." Another random kid.
"I have things to do today. Sorry." I replied. These guys should better spend some time studying.
In my classroom.
"Derick, goodmorning. I saw your father on TV yesterday." Random girl in my class
"He is called the king of hotel. That is amazing! I hope I can have a stay in such a beautiful hotel" Another random girl in my class.
"Ahh, that was the promotion for the newly opened hotel in Singapore." I replied.
"SINGAPORE?!" Both of them are schocked and amazed.
"Class be seated. Now I'll return your test papers. Come get your paper when your name is called." Teacher
After random names are called, finally...
"Derick! Here you are. Nice job again." Teacher
"Thanks." I replied.
"Wow! Once again, you are the only one who got a full marks!" Random boy in my class.
"Ofcourse, who do you think I am?" I replied.
Now that I think of it, primary school was in fact the heyday of my life.
My dad is the president of large resort hotels. I am always on top of my class, and champions in all sports meetings. Not to mention countless times being invited by talent scouts.
JUST LIKE A KING IN MY WORLD.
Then...
That girl appeared.
"This is the transfer student, Trina Perez. Let's welcome our new classmate." Teacher.
"Nice to meet you all." Trina.
"Nothing special and gloomy. She looks very poor and grow up in lower-class" In my mind. This is my first impression of her.
However.
The next day.
"Well, here's the result of the test you do few days ago. This test seems a little difficult, and only one student got the full marks." Teacher
"It's him."
"It should be Derick"
"Here you are, Derick. You are almost there." Teacher. Handed me my paper.
98!? What? Not me this time? Then, who?
"Wa--- super Trina, got a 100 marks!!" Random shit in my class.
I am shocked.
"Really?!"
"AWESOME!"
Next day.
"FALL----IN! Now 50 meters sprint test will begin. Everybody line up!" P.E. Teacher.
"I should calm down. That must be a coincidence. Yes, how could I fall behind that not eye-cathing girl." In my mind. Thinking about yesterday.
"READY---- GO!" P.E. Teacher.
Yes. Focus. The number one is definitely me!!
"Derick, 7.8 seconds. Mik, 8.9 seconds..." P.E. Teacher. Telling the results.

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The Last Game
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