Visions of the Sea

Chapter 9

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"Thylane! Nairobi!"

It's Wednesday and we're all fired up.

I got up at five in the morning and went to school at around six. I slept for three hours because I still had schoolworks to finish. Kumuha lang ako ng isang hard-boiled egg sa kitchen at kinain papunta sa Dulcenia.

"Bakit, Cat?" I approach her after checking the accomodations sa kabilang building.

7:30 in the morning and I'm sweating like I just ran twenty miles.

"Why are you walking all weird?" Robi asks after popping in beside me as we walk towards Cat together.

"May sugat ako sa paanan. When are you planning to boost the sound system?" I brush off.

"When the athletes and students arrive. It's gonna be lit. What's up?" she turns to Cat and I do the same.

She's frazzled. Everyone in the club feel fine because we did the work correctly. However, Cat being Cat, she still worries.

"They're coming. We need to go in front of the main building for the registration, to orient and help the athletes. They're the important peps. Let's go. My god, Kevin! We have fifteen booths in total. Seventy-five percent are food stalls but I don't see them anywhere. Stop making out with your girlfriend and get your ass over to where they're supposed to be!" galit niyang singhal kay Kevin na nakikipaglampungan sa kanyang girlfriend. Startled and afraid, he went right on it.

"Keep your dick in the pants, dude," Nairobi warns and I chuckle at her remark.

When we reach the front of the main building, we sit behind the large tables for registration. The essential kits, printed maps of the campus, printed schedules, and registration papers are placed on top.

We'll just give these away, tick off the names of the athletes from four different schools on the papers, and orient them before the opening at ten.

"I already had enough of the arrogant jocks here. It's gonna take a lot of effort to deal with more without wanting to hang myself," Nairobi whispers to me as we organize everything on the table.

Mahina akong napatawa. "Let's hope they're not all assholes. The stereotype shouldn't be this alive."

"No. I can handle the asshole. My main concern are the fucks. Let's hope none of them get high because we're gonna be in big trouble."

I feel my eyes widening. "No way they will."

"Oh, yes, they might."

"Don't they do drug tests especially for athletes?"

"You'll be surprise to know many of their lot pay other people to pee in the cup for clean urine," aniya na syang ikinangiwi ko.

The officers of the club are wearing slightly pastel orange with brown lining polo tshirts and a school logo stitched on the left side of the chest with the name of the person embellished below it. Nakasuot din kami ng lanyard for our school IDs and facilitator/organizer IDs dahil kailangan ang mga ito kapag pumapasok ka sa school kahit may events.

I put my hair up because of the growing heat and wipe the sweat off of my face.

"Ferrer and Sceva are here. Shit. Each has two buses," rinig kong sabi ni Clinton. Napatingin kaming lahat sa paparating na mga sasakyan.

"Okay, let's do this."

The school starts filling up with students and other people coming. Everything opens. Ang booths nasa mga pwesto na at ang players ay sunod-sunod na dumarating.