Chapter 7

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Chapter 7:  Performance Day

Clarriese Zyah's POV

“Ommoo!” bulalas ko ng buksan ko ang aking locker at matunghayan ang hindi makatarungang pangyayari. Ang mga butil ng luha’y hindi ko na mapigilan at ito’y tuluyang umagos sa aking pisngi. My heart was torn apart.

This can't be.

“What happened, Cla?” tanong ng kaklase kong si Anna ng lumapit ito sa akin.

I can feel the warm liquid still pouring down on my cheeks. Napaupo ako sa sahig. Hindi ko alam ang gagawin ko.  Bakit ito nangyari? Bakit ngayon pa?

“OMG Zyah! Who did this you?”

“What happened to your costume? Why it is a mess?”

Hindi ko na maintindihan ang mga pinagsasabi nila. Tila umi-echo lang ito sa pandinig ko pero hindi ko maintindihan.

Im grasping for air for I  cried to the top of my lungs.

I'm in the middle of my sobs when someone offered a handkerchief to me.

When I turned up my gaze I saw it was an unfamiliar lady.

“Don’t worry. You’ll be okay”, she uttered in a very nice way. What an angelic voice. She tapped my back to bring me comfort.

“I’ll let you borrow my costume I wore last year” she offered with a smile on her face.

“It’s on a red paper bag with a butterfly in the storage room. You can get it yourself”.  She smiled again. She tapped my shoulder once again before she left.

I'm reluctant to accept her offer at first but I can't just abandon my dream just like this. I can't waste such rare and precious opportunity.

Pinunasan ko ang pisngi ko at kinuha ang phone ko sa aking bulsa. Tumayo na ako at nagtipa ng mensahe.

“I’ve got something to do. I'll be back after 15 minutes. Just wait for me at the backstage”.


After I sent my message, I picked up my dress that has been tattered. I threw it back to my locker and immediately left. I didn't even bother to close its door. I left hastily. I need to find the only hope I have now.

Where is that place? I’m in a hurry to pass through the corridor.

“Excuse me, maam” bungad ko ng makasulubong ko ang isa sa nga janitress ng University. “Saan po ang daan papuntang storage room”, mahinahon kong tanong kahit hinihingal ako sa aking pagtakbo.

“Diretso ka lang sa hallway na ito tapos liko ka sa kaliwa, tapos liko sa kaliwa ulit”.

“Salamat po”. Muli akong tumakbo dahil baka magsimula na ang program. Liko sa kaliwa. Liko ulit sa kaliwa.

Narito na ako sa harap ng pinto na may nakasulat na  “DU SR”.

DU SR?

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