𝐈𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐀 hot day. A few teens were screaming and laughing in front of one of Quezon City's shittiest and shabbiest high school, playing with an old ball despite the heat that covered their entire bodies in sweat. A dark-haired girl was looking at them absent-mindedly through the window, her head lazily resting in her hand as the pen she was holding slowly hit the wooden table in front of her repeatedly. She sighed. She was bored to death and her brain was screaming for a break. But Mr Boring-Old-Ass-Apparently-English-Teacher at the board seemed like he was never gonna stop talking.
"Miss Tan!" the teacher exclaimed.
The girl jumped on her chair, immediately breaking out of her thoughts. Standing at the board, he was looking at her sternly. She shot him a dark glance and reluctantly sat straight.
"Will you please answer the question?"
Her brows furrowed in confusion and she quickly looked at her classmates, maybe hoping to find the answer somewhere amongst all the faces staring at her. The man cleared his throat impatiently and the girl sighed, turning her gaze back at him.
"I'm afraid that's gonna be complicated sir," she said with the worst English accent she could possibly have.
A hubbub suddenly rose amongst the class, laughs and comments alike that were quickly silenced by their teacher who clapped twice in his hands with irritation. His eyes landed back on his impudent student.
"I wish I could say I'm surprised Miss Tan," he snapped. "Out of my classroom."
The girl raised a brow at him, not moving a slightly bit.
"Quicker than that," the man added, pointing at the door.
The girl scoffed and slowly got up, gathering her stuff while making as much noise as possible. She exchanged a satisfied smirk with a few of her friends and turned to face the man a few feet away, who's stern gaze was still fixed on her. She gave him her best forced smile and loudly pushed her chair under her desk, throwing in the same time her old backpack over her shoulder. She walked steadily between the tables, earning a few chuckles from between the rows of students, which only boosted her ego.
As she was about to open the classroom's door, she suddenly stopped, completely short of breath, bringing a hand on her stomach. Another lighting-like pain let her out of breath and she bent forward, clutching her belly with both arms.
𝘖𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘥𝘢𝘺 𝘰𝘧 𝘖𝘤𝘵𝘰𝘣𝘦𝘳 𝟣𝟫𝟪𝟫, 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘺-𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘦𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘯 𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥 𝘴𝘪𝘮𝘶𝘭𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘦𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘭𝘺 𝘨𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘣𝘪𝘳𝘵𝘩.
"And what act have you chosen to play today?" the teacher sighed annoyingly.
The brunette ignored his comment and fell on her knees with a huffled scream as a few students ran in her direction. The whole classroom stared at her with wide opened eyes. The previous assured look on her face had been replaced with a grimace in pain and she turned to lay on her back, tears rolling down her cheeks as the pain intensified around her lower belly and back. Clenching her fists in pain, she felt fluids running down her bare thighs. A few horrified exclamations and whispers finally spread in the classroom. Another scream escaped her lips and her shaking hands went to reach her stomach, meeting with an unusual and huge bump. Her eyes widened with terror.
𝘕𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘳𝘺, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘮𝘢𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬, 𝘦𝘹𝘤𝘦𝘱𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘯𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘯 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘰𝘳 𝘴𝘪𝘨𝘯𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘨𝘯𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘺.
She pushed. She pushed and pushed long and hard, yowling in pain. Some of her classmates were cheering on her, some watching in amazement, others in disgust, the rest had left. The pain was unbearable.
About two hours later, the teen let out a last cry and the room fell silent for a second. The school's nurse emerged from between her legs, holding an unusually quiet newborn, all covered in fluids. It wasn't moving. All held their breaths, some grabbed each other's hands. Until suddenly, a long cry escaped the baby's lips. The nurse smiled and placed the fragile figure into the sobbing mother's arms.
"Ito ay isang batang babae," the nurse said.
𝘐𝘵'𝘴 𝘢 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭.
The dumbfounded brunette, tears running down her face, looked at the baby. Her baby, as strange as it could sound. An odd little girl, with dark eyes, thick hair and tanned skin, with freckle-like spots covering some parts of her naked body. The new mother was completely tired and had no idea how this could have happened to her. She had no idea what to do with a baby, she was only 16. Her parents would kill her.
𝘚𝘪𝘳 𝘙𝘦𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘭𝘥 𝘏𝘢𝘳𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘴, 𝘦𝘤𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘤 𝘣𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘥𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦𝘳, 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘰𝘭𝘷𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘰𝘤𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘥𝘰𝘱𝘵 𝘢𝘴 𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘯 𝘢𝘴 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘣𝘭𝘦.
A knock at the door caught everyone's attention. A strange man in a fancy suit, holding a cane in one hand, walked unhesitatingly to the small group that had formed around the terrified teen, without awaiting any invitation to come in. The students moved silently on his path and the man kneeled in front of the new mother. He readjusted his monocle to look closely at the now quiet baby, who yawned frankly before fixing its big eyes on him.
"Fascinating. Truly fascinating..." he said before taking off his monocle and looking up the mother. "How much do you want for it?"
𝙃𝙚 𝙜𝙤𝙩 𝙚𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙢.
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a/n. I know absolutely zero word in Tagalog so I'm really sorry if the little sentence above is completely weird or incorrect. If you speak Tagalog, I'd love to know if it was correct or how I can modify it!
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