Alessandria’s POV
THE GUIDANCE COUNSELOR sighed upon seeing me enter her office. I was just chilling under a mango tree when a guard suddenly dragged me in this office. That fucker, is it a crime to take a rest now? It was too hot in our classroom!
I immediately took a sit on the black sofa. Ah, finally. The armchairs here are too hard, an insect even bit my butt! Could you believe that? Ew, right?
“Miss Frondozo, alam mo naman sigurong masama ang mag-cutting. Dalawang oras na ang nakalipas noong tumunog ang bell. Hindi mo ba narinig?”
It was fun watching her lips move. The counselor’s cheeks were quite chubby and it protrudes more everytime she speaks. Funny.
“Nakikinig ka ba sa sinasabi ko, hija?”
Umismid ako. Damn, isn’t it obvious that I’m not interested? Sawang-sawa na ako sa mga sermon ng counselors. Psychiatrist siya ah, dapat napapansin niya nang wala akong pakialam. Akala ko ba nababasa nila mga isip ng tao?
“Miss Frondozo!” biglang sigaw niya. Napangisi ako nang makitang namumula na ang kaniyang pisngi, nangitim na rin ang mata nito sa inis. “Bagong salta ka pa lang dito pero sumusuway ka na agad sa mga patakaran. Una, nag-cutting ka. Pangalawa, iyang suot-suot mong damit. Hindi pe-pwede ang ganyan dito, kaya nga mayroon tayong school uniform pa—”
I rolled my eyes upong visualizing that darn uniform. “—you call that a uniform? Our maids’ clothing is better that that. Don’t expect me to wear it.”
“Aba!” bulalas niya. “Wala kang karapatang laitin ang uniporme namin dito. Kung ayaw mong sumunod sa mga patakaran, ang mas mabuti pa ay magpalipat ka na sa ibang eskuwelahan.”
Hindi ko naman talaga ginustong mag-aral dito. I was already happy with VIS, that old man was just being hard on me. Hindi ko na lang pinansin ang counselor at nag-browse na lang ako sa aking iPhone. Alam ko na naman sasabihin niya, she’s probably punish me with detention. Nothing new.
“Iba na talaga ang mga bata ngayon, lalo na ang mga spoiled ng magulang…”
Excuse me, I’m not spoiled!
“Bastos pa. Ni hindi marunong makinig sa nakatatanda. Ang mabuti pa’y kausapin ko na lang adviser niya, sakit sa ulo ang batang ito.”
Blah blah…blah blah…whatever.
I just continued browsing and decided to checked my messenger. My heart raced when there’s an unread message from Vico. Pretty sure it’s an adventure!
Vico: Up for tequila?
Vico: House party at a friend’s. Sundo kita?
Vico: We’ll go at 10
It was a good thing that the old man was out of the country. Magiging madali ang pag-alis ko mamayang gabi. Kahit naman nandyan siya, hindi niya ako mapipigilan. I fucking need tequila. Veles High is stressing me out.
Alessa: Ofc, Vi. When did I say no?
Alessa: Don’t be late, fool
The smirk left my lips when the door opened, revealing the naïve girl. Nakakagulat na hindi siya nakangiti ngayon, akala ko permanent na siyang masaya. Nagbabago rin pala ang emosyon niya, tulad ngayon, I can’t decipher if she’s upset or tired.
She looks haggard, her forehead’s brimming with sweat. Ew.
“Ma’am,” tinawag niya ang pansin ng counselor.
Iniwan ng counselor ang papel na tinitignan. She fixed her glasses and motioned for the naïve girl to sit down on the chair. There are actually two chairs in front of her table, opposing to each other. I stood up lazily when she signaled for me to sit on the other one.
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