"I will no longer depend on the wrong person, I will no longer depend. Because I know, in the end, I will only blame myself. I will set in stone, that you are just a memory of yesterday. And will face the new morning, but we are gone. "
"I still believe in us, even if I am the only one left here. You and I are there but we are not. I still remember your eternal promise, but why am I left alone in the end."
"In the picture we will begin,"
"In the picture we will also end."
"I will compose a poem again. But dear, you are no longer the subject."
"Picture,"
"Written by Javier Paine,"
"And Clara Carter."
We heard a lot of applause from the crowd, others were spectators and most of them were also involved in the contest. We are the eighth performer. We can say that there are good people among us.
Before the contest started, we took a photo of Clara, I immediately posted it on twitter and instagram. We got a lot of goodlucks.
The nervousness I was feeling when I entered the room seemed to disappear as if I had never felt it before. Clara, who was next to me, was already awake. After all, we were practicing dance in the gym for language week and we were called for the contest.
I can say that Clara and I did well, we prepared for it for a long time. And we rehearse it a few times.
I was still a little nervous because Clara got sick and could not enter for two days. But he immediately complied.
When I opened my twitter, my notification was bombarded by different mentions and replies from my followers. I scrolled thru my notifs when one person caught my attention.
ThisJagger
Goodluck bb! I know u can do it! @GinoongJav
Later on, I found out that the replies and mentions was coming from this tweet! Different emotions came thru me. I didn't expect this to happen. Why? Because I really didn't chat this person and still had the audacity to mention me in his tweet, worst of all, he called me his 'bb'!
It's not being artistic. I just don't like the idea of people adding me to his personal tweets. We are not even close!
I was stunned when the emcee called me, called us! I and Clara won! I was preoccupied with what happened to me. I forgot I was in an event!
I and Clara, won third place. This is actually not bad! Her other friend won first and second place.
"Te," Clara called to me.
"What?"
"You know, I'm nervous. I think we won't win." She said, almost whispering.
I just laughed at him and faced the camera that we were ready to picture. We all smiled, took a picture with our adviser.
"Congratulations!" Greeted came from our classmates and batchmates.
"Te, what time is it. Ysabelle and Meagan and I are first." Clara said when we went out of the room.
"Just go, girl," I said and picked up the tools and started arranging them. When I saw the time, I decided to go to a milktea shop near the school.
On my way to the milktea shop, I met Aira, my friend last year. He also joined the spoken word duet, unfortunately they lost. Their presentation was good, maybe the score was reduced when the other line was forgotten.
"Jav," he called when I noticed.
"Oh Aira," I said.
"Congrats," she greeted me.
"Thank you, you did great yesterday." I told her.
"You mean, terrible?" he insulted himself.
We both laughed.
"Crazy," I said laughing while slapping her shoulders. "Tara, milktea?" I greet him.
"All right," she said.
Aira is a good friend, she really is. When we were in grade 7, even though she didn't know me very well and was well known, she tried opening a topic, that's how friendly she is.
After spending an hour in the shop, we both decided to go home.
I took a jeep and a tricycle to our house. I found my sister there fixing the suitcase.
"Youngest, congrats!" Greetings to me.
"Thank you." I said and approached him to fix his suitcase. I also helped.
I am the youngest, I have two older siblings, a girl and a boy. My real close is my sister. My sister knows what I am, they are the same mama. But it seems that my father and brother still do not accept what I have.
So I just thank my sister and my friends for accepting me for who I really am. Even though sometimes I overreact, they still forgive me. I'm not the bisexual type who will shout at everyone what I am, I'm just lowkey.
I also don't understand people who judge people like us badly. I didn't judge him that way, chos.
I helped my sister pack and then we went straight to the table. Like my sister, my older brother and my parents also greeted me.
I used to open social media when I was in bed, so I was always awake.
When I first opened my Messenger I received greetings from various people I knew or my schoolmate. I opened it and one replied.
I opened Facebook, uploaded my video with Clara. In less than a few hours, there were people who liked, commented, and shared what we presented.
I opened Instagram, many responded to my story, just saying the same thing, Congrats.
When I scrolled through my social media accounts, I did not realize that I had fallen asleep.
I went to school a little late than I used to, I found Clara, Ysabelle, Daphne, and Azalea there. Gathering.
"Aga mo ah," Ysa teased. I just stared at it. I'm too beautiful to hit this woman!
When I was able to sit in my chair, I immediately opened my twitter and tweeted.
Mr.Jav
I got up late, it's a good thing I'm not late.
As usual, it was flooded again with likes and replies. Only a few retweet. Understandably, you can never retweet my tweet. Jagger replied.
ThisJagger
always sleep early, bb!
After a while, the bell rang, first subject.
"Goodmorning!" said ma'am Callie, our science teacher.
Today has been a frustrating day! Very tiring. We practiced our dance because next week the elims, think about it! From morning to afternoon we did nothing but practice.
"I'm so tired," Ysabelle sighed.
"Do you still have water, Daphne?" Azalea, who looked very thirsty.
"In the bag," Daphne replied as she wiped away the sweat.
"I'll go to the cafeteria, I'll buy bread. I'm hungry," said Clara, still holding her stomach.
"Come on," I agreed.
"Seriously, my hip hurts," Clar said to her hip. "I hope all dancers," he added.
I stared at him, I also bought a drink and food so that later I would not go down.
"Come on, maybe Sir is looking for us," I said to Clara when I noticed how long we had been downstairs. Exactly climbing, sir is done resting. After a few times in the dance we ended up practicing.
"Are you together?" Clara asked.
"Yes," I replied.
"I'll just call Meagan." he said and went down.
I have arranged my belongings, shoes and spare clothes that I have. Clara and I returned immediately, and we went home immediately.
I've done the routine I always do when I get home. Now my twitter is on. Jagger DM me again.
ThisJagger: Hi, I hope you notice me: (((* photo attachment *
I laughed at what I saw, he sent a picture of her!
Mr.Jav: Hi, why did you call me 'bb'?