Denver's Pov
It was still one month before class starts, but here I am walking on my way to the principal's office.
I should have enrolled myself last month before the class ended, but Because of some issues I couldn't.
What issue? Ok I'll tell you!
I got involved in a "scandal" involving three students. I wouldn't name them for their privacy but Those two almost got me kicked out of this school.
It was hurtful for me since one of them was a person who I thought was my friend and the other one was my boyfriend.
I don't know how I got involved, but they have ways. I was later on Proved innocent, but it has tarnished my reputation so hard.
after that, I don't have plans to get involved in situations like that. This schoolyear I have to do my best to stay out of troubles.
All of my other batchmates has already cleared everything, and is now enrolled peacefully, without worries.
The principal's office was just near from the gate so I don't have to walk far. When I reached there, I immediately said my greetings to the principal.
"Good Morning Mrs. Ocampo" I greeted the principal joyfully.
She greeted me back. Mrs. Victoria Ocampo is the school's Principal. I don't know for how long she was in that position, but when I entered this school last year she was already there.
"Good Morning Ma'am, I'm Denver Clarke from class 1D and I'm here to enroll myself?" I told the principal.
I don't think she doesn't know me. she was one of the faculty members that went investigating about the issue.
"oh yes, Mr. Clarke. I was just waiting for you to come" she replied.
I sat down at the chair in front of her table, you know the chair for clients and visitors.
"So, Mr. Clarke I would like to apologize to you for getting involved in that issue. It was Mr. Reyes fault after all. He told us himself" Mrs. Ocampo told me.
the memories were still fresh in my mind since it happened not so long ago. I still couldn't believe the guy I trusted the most would do it to me. he was the only guy who did this to me.
I choked back a sob.
"Thank you Mrs. Ocampo, but I dare not to talk about that. I think I developed a trauma" I told her.
"You know that among the three students involved you were the only one that was able to enroll again. I hope you wont let us down next schoolyear." Mrs. Ocampo smiled at me.
Mrs. Ocampo checked her records. It took time that I had time to check the office.
it look like what normal offices should look like, but I'd say Mrs. Ocampo has sense of fashion. Her style was added to the look of the room and You can say it made the office really look impressive.
At the corner of the office, I noticed a guy, Maybe at the same age as me laying comfortably at a sofa. I think I saw him before, was he my batchmate?
"Ok Mr. Clarke. There is only one section left that has vacancies. its section 2E" said Mr. Ocampo
section 2E? I know that section. it is the only section I hoped not to belong to. I hate the teacher-in-charge in that classroom.
I think Mrs. Ocampo noticed that I don't like to be in that section. Maybe because of my face( I kind of look sad these days).
"I'm sorry Mr. Clarke, all spots have been taken. the student chose personally their sections this year." Said the principal.
If I were to choose my section I will choose class 2D its where all of my friends are, but sadly because of my situation right now it wont happen.
"Is there any ways not to belong in that section Mrs. Ocampo" I tried to ask.
"its Ok Mr. Clarke, Mr. Delo Santos is a great teacher. you will love it there" She replied.
Out of nowhere The guys on the sofa spoke:
"You're the only one who believes that mom, every student in that section was all left no choice but to choose class 2E"
"Son, this is not the time for you to speak" Mrs. Ocampo warned him.
So this guy is her son. I guess from the way he acted, he's my batchmate.
"Don't worry Mr. Clarke, Mr. Delo Santos is Ok. just Bare with him." She said.
I hope too Mrs Ocampo. I thought to myself. I've already experience this teacher before. I guess it will not be that bad? heh
"and also Don't worry Mr. Clarke you will be in the same class as my son. you can monitor him for me" She said jokingly. pointing at the guy lying at the sofa.
"Meet my son, Rum Ocampo"
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