I heard a lot of applause from our classmates. Soon we got a high score. Every time Clara uttered words seemed to imprint on their minds. The words coming out of my mouth seemed like they were all alive.
"Who got the highest score so far, Javier Paine, and Clara Carter! Give it three wins!" said Binibining Cabrero. "Greetings, yours." he said and gave us sweet smiles.
We were the first group to get a line of 9 marks, the ones who followed us seemed to be good too.
Soon, more and more people got the line of 9. 4 pairs were obtained from our section to join the spoken word poetry duet.
Clara and I received commendations. We admit to ourselves that we make mistakes. Clara and I wholeheartedly accepted advice from our classmates.
"You two are great!" Azalea greeted when she went home.
"So, I hope all," Ysabelle laughed but was embarrassed.
"That's okay!" Clar encourages the two. "Get back to your beauty!" he added with a laugh.
Ysabelle and Azalea have the most looks of all. Am I going to lose? Of course not!
"Excuse me," I whispered to them. "I'm so the most beautiful here, no one else." I raised an eyebrow.
I only heard laughter from the four. Eventually I was able to go home. The three, Ysabelle, Azalea, and Daphne have service. Meanwhile, Clara and I are just commuting. But I can't go home with him because his parents will pick him up.
"I'm really sorry," Clara said, still holding the phone to her ear, talking to her parents.
"It's okay sis, I have something else to keep up with." I smiled at him to make sure I was okay.
I went down to the second floor where my friends were. Ryleigh, he is the only one I can keep up with because others have service.
"Let's go to the Ice cream house, 'te." said Ryleigh as we exited the campus. I just nodded in response.
The Ice cream house is not far from here, it is just around the corner from the high-way. We are also here at the Ice cream house where my former Aira troops often hang out, but we are disbanded due to issues coming out of school.
Before dark, my mother went home with Ry. Fortunately, there was a jeep opposite the Ice cream House, so we got home right away.
When I got home, someone notified me on twitter. It's the same guy who sent me a picture a few days ago!
Weirdness slowly crept into my system.
How come! This guy's chat with me is "Song, seen." like dude? Are we close?
I screenshoted what the guy texted me and sent it to my friends.
ASSOCIATION OF STUPID PEOPLE LEFT
Javier: This guy is creeping me out. * photo attachment *
Daphne: I'll just chat there.
Ysabelle: Wushu! @Daphne take a boylet for me, you're just there for your Malcolm!
Azalaea: Whatever you send, Max might see it.
Clara: Just share?
I just stared at Az and Clar's reply. Obviously only one man will look.
I went again to twitter, ignoring my friend's response. I clicked on the profile of the man who chatted with me. Its latest tweets are recent
ThisJagger
My crush ignores me.
ThisJagger
He just sineen me, song.
ThisJagger
I feel, weird when I first chatted with him. Picture ba naman!
Not that I'm feeling it, but I'm feeling that he's making me feel better! Wait, maybe I'm not the only one he cheated on. I shouldn't worry, right? Right ?!
Because of what I read, I can no longer feel comfortable. Again, I screenshoted his tweets and sent it to my friends.
ASSOCIATION OF STUPID PEOPLE LEFT
Javier: weird. * photo attachment *
Daphne: Is it social media? ekis na'ko dyan.
Ysabelle: Sana all crush.
Azalea: Go! You can do that Javieer !!
Clara: You're a song.
Javier: Grabe @Clara ganda talaga ng banat mo.
Clara: Am I still there?
Ysabelle: HAHAHAHAHA
Azalea and Daphne reacted haha to Clara's message.
I turned off my cellphone. I adjusted my gear for tomorrow.
The alarm went off, first subject.
"Is that a bad mood?" I comment on Clara.
"Are you Steele next to you every day," he said struggling.
"Clara!" Steele.
"What else ?!" annoyed Clara said to Steele.
My day started like the previous days. The difference is, Clara is rude all day because of Steele.
"You beast, Steele!" Clara screamed in the middle of the class.
"What the heck!" I shouted.
"Shit!" Brielle shouted, our classmate who was also shot.
How come! Steele was playing with her ballpen, causing the ink to be thrown at us. Of all the people who were most affected, Clara, her white sweater was covered with a lot of stains, while Brielle and I were just a little overwhelmed.
"You four, go to the washroom," said our subject teacher.
Trying to go