My Worst Best Friends (UNDER OF CONSTRUCTION)

My First Impretion

CHAPTER 1

"Haist, ang hirap hirap pag wala kang best friend na makakasama mo".

"Buti na lang naging best friend kita"

Ang last word na ng galing sa best friend este ex best friend pala.

Hi, ako nga pala si Jia Choi, Choi Ji-a. That's what my korean name looks like. I am 15 yrs.old my father is korean and my mom is bisayang pinay. Many friends call me Ia or Ji whatever they like.

Bakit malas ako pag dating sa friendship? Di ko naman alam kung bakit? I don't know why? when ? what who? Lahat na ng w.h question. Natanong ko na.

Dahil sa ngyari sa amin ni Luna na away at gaano ako kabait na anak. My parents decided to ship me straight to the Philippines and hindi ako pinag-aral sa Springbrook International College as punishment, sa lahat ng nagawa kong kalokohan. My parents were U.S immigrants and I was raised in the states. With a golden spoon, my dad owns a multi-billion company in South Korea and I am an only child. Nag karoon ng huge deal ang parents ko, and they decide that I should have a lowkey life. Since I don't appreciate pretty much everything. What a spoiled brat right? So, they sent me to my grandparents in a small village people and old stinky house, well yun lang kaya kong i describe. And guess what, pinag-aral ako sa isang public school dito kasi daw less gastos daw, meaning less allowance. And therefore, less shopping. Ewan ko kung ano ba talaga tong place na to bahala na basta.

School

Start ng first class ko dito, it is mid july na, I found my class room around 7:30am, i am so late. Late na rin ako mag enroll dahil ayaw ako pakawalan ng school namin and also credentials na kailangan kong habulin. Muntik na akong di accept ng school due to curriculum issues. But they accept me pero need kong habulin yung ibang subjects, basic. I may be a rebel but I am a frikin genius.

Na punta ako sa section 9, place ng mga ewan, room D-8 Grade 9-Brenda di ko alam na ganito siste dito. Sa California kasi kahit public school my aircon, bat dito wala.

Since 2nd week na ako pumasok ng July, wala akong naging close agad dito. There are kinda magulo.

"Good morning Class" greet ng teacher namin.

"Good morning Ma'am Zapata"

"Meron kayong bagong classmate. Ok, you may introduce yourself.

Even I was raised in U.S my parents makes sure to create a bilingual child. They make sure to na marunong akong mag-salita ng tagalog at hangul.

So what I did sa class,  Is to speak korean.

"안녕하세요 최지아입니다. 모두들 만나서 반가워. (Annyeonghaseyo Choi ji-aibnida. modudeul mannaseo bangawo.)"

Naputol yung pagasalita ko ng may baliw na nag salita, "Hoy, ano ka ba wag kang mag salita ng korean dito nasa pilipinas ka"

Sa bwisit ko sumigaw ako kahit asa harap no ma'am "Yah!! 개자식아!! (gaejasig-a/ Motherf*ck*r)"

"Class wait lang, galing ng ibang bansa siya kaya dapat irespect natin ang language niya".

"Ma'am, okay lang po. Nag sasalita po ako ng tagalog. Saan po ako uupo?'

"Doon na lang muna sa tabi ni Dela Cruz, since wala pa namang proper na sitting arangements."
"Thanks ma'am"

Lumakad ako at tumabi doon sa sumigaw sa akin.  Sabay binulingan ko siya. "You idiot, my name is Choi Ji-a, I am your hell, by the way." I glance at her.