The Chroniqué is a dissolving freedom club formed by rebellious students of Elysian University. Raised to follow immoral rules, bred to bleed stains of injustice, how far would they go to uncover the truth behind the government's actions?
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↬ J A H I E M
I scoffed, tearing down The Manifesto.
"Alam kong open pa ang club niyo, don't lie to my face!"
Kinunot ko ang noo ko saka napatingin sa commotion sa labas. Nagtama ang mga mata namin ng taong gustong pumasok. Siya na naman pala. I sighed and sat down on the messy couch. "Huwag niyong papasukin." Utos ko sa dalawang nakikipag-usap.
"Ang kulit, Jahiem!" Sigaw ni Callais na parang sumusuko na. I heard him and Lemont explaining further why this club wouldn't accept new members anymore however that guy outside seems like he couldn't understand anything or maybe he refuses to understand since he's too stubborn.
I stood up with connected eyebrows and walked toward the creaky doors.
"Oh! My boy Jahiem!"
Lucho Perceval right there and he's from my college department so I know a few things about him. An Aeronautical Engineering student who's really interested in our club ever since he saw me fake dyed my hair orange once and we've been dealing with his shit for three weeks straight already.
"Alin dito ang hindi mo maintindihan?" I crossed my arms and pointed at the notice that says we wouldn't accept newbies anymore. "Don't tell me hindi mo nakikita? Ang laki laki na at nakadikit pa sa pinto. Your first language is English so therefore you can totally comprehend what—"
"The reason why." I went silent and so did the other two. Lucho sighed. "I thought you hated rules? Why are you letting them restrain you now?"
Matapos niyang sabihin 'yon, sumara ang kamao ko at humawak sa pinto, nagbabalik nang isara iyon sa harapan niya. Pero mabilis din siyang humawak doon at nilabanan ang pwersa ko. Napatingin ako kuko niyang may bakas pa ng electoral ink.
"People are being controlled!"
Sighing deeply, I told him, "We know that."
Hindi inaasahan ni Lucho ang matabang kong sagot. Natigilan siya at niluwagan ang pagkakahawak sa pinto. He looks... disappointed with me, with us.
I shut the door.
The quietness went deeper and all I could hear is tensed breathing from everyone else inside this office. Exchanging awkward gazes and stiff movements. I went to the sofa and sat with my elbows resting on my knees, toying with a ripped piece of paper. The Manifesto. Our club president will totally hate me if he see this.
Suddenly, someone came in rushing.
Speaking of.
It was Neo, the club president and he looks really pissed. Sinundan ko ng tingin ang folder na tinapon niya na lang basta sa sahig. "Sorry guys, I can't save this club anymore." Napahilamos na lang siya sa sariling mukha. "Ayaw na tayong payagan ni papa na ipagpatuloy 'to."
I would be lying if I say those words doesn't affect me at all. For three years, this club has been my strength. This is where I found who I really am. Without this club, I'm nothing.
