When The Devil Noticed Her

Chapter 1

“This is it!” I inhaled a deep breath and exhaled it through my mouth. I am shaking and my knees won’t steep forward as I was examining the large gate of the college I am aiming for the past years of my life. I’ve been praying for this, I focused myself in studying and now I am reaping the harvest of my “nerdity” (my own term of being a nerd) during high school. I am standing in front of it gawking at how will I survived in this new world.

“Welcome to Xavier University Shiri Mia”, I bubbled to myself. I pushed myself towards the wide gate and started to walk with the crowd towards the College of engineering where I am admitted. I’m sorry for not introducing myself, I’m Shirimia (it is pronounce as one word but I read it as Shiri Mia- two words ) Gregorio Madrigal, 19 years old, nerd, and I don’t like to dressed myself. I’m a simple girl, with a simple soul. I have 3 bff’s. Lily Catherine Lopez,20 , she’s independent and believes that the world must be in balance always. Another friend of mine is Marcel Jade Quin, 19, she’s half Filipina-British, she’s very beautiful and she’s kind also and lastly Vyndell Smith, 19, she likes pinks and loves fashion. My friends were all beautiful, they stunned in the crowd. Me, well not to brag so much of myself but I am really good in numbers plus I am good at drawing. I worked hard for it when I was still in high school, now, here I am walking in the aisle of the most prestigious university in the country and taking up architecture as a major. I don’t know if I am beautiful, my friends kept telling me that I am, but I know they just wanted me to feel great about myself.

“Mia!”, I heard a familiar voice and turn my head towards the voice and there they were, running in the midst of the crowd, my bff’s. When we took the entrance exam, we are so scared that one of us might not get in, but thankfully all of us passed, though we have different courses but I am still happy because we can still see each other inside the campus. I smiled as I saw them excited to see me, I really missed them, it has been a month since we last seen each other, though we called each other and video chatted but it is not just enough. I run towards them and we hugged each other dramatically.

“I missed you folks”, I said as I embraced Lily, Marcel, and Vyndell tightly. They equally hugged me tight.
“It’s been month since we last have this bear hug”, Lily said in between our closeness. We remove ourselves from each other and started catching up.

“Marcel, you became prettier since a month ago”, Vyndell said smiling. Marcel just smiled and pinch Vyndell’s face in return and said thanks. These girls always made my day. Lily turn her head towards me and eyed me from head to toe and I know what will be her next word so I shut her mouth using my hands.

“Shhhhh…” I gestured. “I know what will you say, so don’t say it” I smiled and take away my hand from her mouth. She is always scolding me for not making myself presentable but I don’t like wearing skirt just like them, I loved who I am even though I am like a slave when we were together. Back in high school, boys in our school were drooling with my bff’s, they were like queens in the campus while me is the sore in the eyes of all the boys. Those boys despise me for ruining what they see. However, I really don’t care about other people’s thinking, I am contented that I have bff’s like them. We were friends since I don’t know when, I think since we are in the womb of our parents, they were also bff’s and they trusted us to be like them. Well, we get along since childhood, but when puberty hits them, they became queens while me, I accidentally trip myself, so puberty didn’t hit me just like it hit them hard.

“Shiri Mia”, Lily started. “We are now in college and in the 21st century, but what is that you are wearing?” she questioned. I playfully assess myself and smile to her.

“I am wearing clothes Lily, don’t you see?”, I said to her, note the sarcasm.

“Yes you are, don’t be so sarcastic Mia, you are like a walking wall because of that outfit of yours”, I like her when she’s acting like a big sis to me and calling me Mia. I preferred to be called Mia than Shiri and they knew about that. I just don’t like to be called Shiri, it is so feminine. I held her hands with mine and pressed it gently.