Chapter 1
Unanticipated Personage
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In her rest, she snores up to her heart's content...
It is still 6:51 AM in the morning nonetheless my alarm clock is ringing, hell' a loudly. Albeit I'm too tired to even turn it off. Laziness is creeping within my being.
My indolent self refused to care about such matters. The bed is pulling me back whenever I try to get up.
My body is yearning for more sleep and my brain agrees to it every danged single time. It's as if my eyelids were forced to close by themselves.
"Hey, sweetie! Wake up already. Today is the day. You'll move into your new dorm," someone mumbled, disturbing my not so peaceful slumber anymore. What a rude creature?
"Just give me five—," still with eyes shut, I uttered slowly.
Then, realization hit me, real good. I awfully need to get up early to prepare my luggage. I'll move out of our house. In the meantime, I will be crashing at a dorm that is owned by a family friend's child, it is technically a big favor but I don't even have the slightest hint of who that damned guy may be, I don't even care, though.
Maybe, I'll stay until my second semester, just to be familiarized with the place and stuff, and if ever I get lucky, he'll be nice enough to let me stay for the whole 4 years.
As if that'll happen? Nobody had been nice to me ever since I was young and it is probably because of my appearance. I'm too ordinary for their tastes. But wait, there was someone. If I remember it correctly, I had my first love when I was at the age of eleven, and he cherished me despite the fact that I'm normal, too much to begin with. I adored him in return not until I questioned about everything else except his mere existence. Or at least that is what my parents told me.
"Oh, my gilly-golly! Why didn't you wake me up earlier, mom? For Pete's sake! I don't want to have a bad impression from Aunt Mel's son," I exclaimed irrationally as I faced my mom's nonchalant expression. I saw our strong resemblance with just a small whip, her whole face was etched on mine as if it was a carbon copy and yet my simpleton temperament came from my father, both are content with what one could have.
"Well, I did, sweetheart. It's just that, you were such a sleeping sack of potatoes, that's why," she then replied, not adding anything else. Unlike my father, she is more jolly and a bit childish if I may add. She is a typical happy-go-lucky mom with her own sense of humor.
I did not bother to retaliate hence, just chose to start my morning rituals. Such a big word to use. Rituals, huh? I sounded like I am part of a sect and creepy at the same time.
Not exerting too much effort on my get-up for the day, I simply powdered my face, put some lip balm, dried my hair, and then let it down naturally. Wearing a yellow sweetheart tee-top, paired with a jumper, and to finish the look, I've worn my white disruptor as footwear.
"Bonkers! I'll most likely be late and will be considered tardy," I aforesaid, almost cursing I looked at myself on the full-length mirror just to see my petite built, chinky, hazelnut specked eyes and a pale complexion like that of a ghost, as what other kids used to call me back in kindergarten.
Got my mini backpack for my daily necessities and my luggage for clothes and other not so important stuff but kidding aside, I also put my favorite stuffed toy named Mr. Racoon, well obvious from the name, it is a raccoon doll. Is it just me or is anybody else like this? I mean, I can't even sleep without him.
"Mom, I'm ready," I called out for my mother. "Bye, Daddy," I bid after pecking his cheeks as he continued to read the issued newspaper for the day. "Be a good boy, li'l fella'," I reminded kiddingly to my sibling, Neil. "We'll be heading out, dad. I'll miss you guys real bad," I mentioned in a long note.
"Don't even worry a bit, we also will. Goodbye, sweetie. Take care." He then smiled afterward.
My mother prepared a bounty bento box for my breakfast with Katsu as the heart of the meal, pre-cooked edamame, then tamagoyaki, or basically known as the Japanese Omelette, plus my all-time favorite potatoes, and lastly the oh so important seasoned rice.
Regardless of the full feast, I also took two butter toast for added umami. But you can also say that I'm just gluttonous. Some even say that I'm a big eater albeit in contrast, my body does not fit my way of eating.
I placed the heavyweight bags inside the trunk. Mom and I went to her Toyota Wigo and drove off to Plaza Flormina, Ilo-Ilo. It is quite far from home, though. Maybe an hour and a half, depending on the traffic status and it will most probably be super heavy if you'd ask me.
I'll go there to study because there is this school called Plaza Flormina State University that has my dream course within its range of fields, and it is the nearest to my hometown. And to think that my mother's friend has a son studying there and has his own dorm, and happens to be the only danged available place to stay in, I guess I have no other choice but to stay in for a while.
I am four-full revolutions younger nonetheless he is just three years ahead of me and is taking BS Chemistry as his major. I only know his surname because his mother does not address him by his name when mentioned, that might be for a certain reason, I guess? All I know is that I will be living with a Mr. Pirouette, a 23-year old male.
What a coincidental matter and it reminds me of a certain someone, someone so important and admirable but definitely unreachable for the ordinary ones like the likes of me.
I hope for everything to go smoothly like this ride of various trees, either bearing or not. Mouth-opened, my marbles glimmering with amusement. Bewildered by the spectacular picture of nature, my vision drifted among the fields, filled with milk-giving cows and crops such as rice and others that are mostly cultivated in tropical countries.
The fresh summer breeze is blowing my wavy, ebony tinged hair in accordance with some dried leaves.
Along the narrow road of Plaza Flormina, I constantly feel the soft touch of Poppies, flowers that are usually red during spring, on the tip of my nose when a number of them sway back and forth.
After some time...
We arrived at our destination at exactly 8 o'clock in the morning. We were bemused by a huge entrance of two tall pillars of cement that were connected to an arc where the name of the school was written and behind it, was a grand foyer consisting of a statue called Sivier that denotes of a nurturing institution.
Well, that is according to my research.
My mom dragged me towards the lobby for the needed information and services and got what she needed then, "Thanks, Miss. So where can we avail her dormitory keys? We sure are late therefore, sorry for the disturbance we have caused," my mom apologized out of courteousness.
"Ah..." Her words trailed off slowly as her eyes laid on her 12 o' clock, "There you are Mr. Pirouette. You may now accompany Ms. Feliciano to your suite." As a reflexive reaction, I turned to the one that the lady was talking to. And to my shock...
I saw him.
A lofty, gorgeous young man, carrying a chiseled jaw, perfectly pointed nose, well-toned torso, black deep-set marbles as eyes, and slightly red cheeks and lips.
Wearing a simple white t-shirt twained with a pair of jogging pants, finished with Saint Laurent's Fabrice Suede sandals, he walked passed the almost-drooling crowd, without an evident expression on his face.
My Sade—nope. That was too much, he would never be mine in the first place. Such an entity is too much to ask for.
What I really meant was, he is one of my idols from a notorious band. But out of all the people in the world, my long time idol is right in front of my eyes.
Electrical voltages seeped through my body. Millions of electric volts woke me up. I felt shivers down my spine as I confirm his being.
Surreal. The only word that I could think of as of that very moment.
"Sade," I whispered unknowingly. I can't help but be rooted on the ground as I look up at the man who is standing in front of me.
"Yes. Do I know you, Miss?" coldly, he asked with a menacing glare, "Just messing with ya'. Of course, you are Nhory, Aunt Celine's daughter. Nice to meet you, I've heard so many things about you."
He handed me his oh so soft palm.
What a bummer? Mine will presumably, feel rough.
From his emotionless veil, a wide smile was shown, making his eyes hide in the shadows.
"Uh, yes that's me and I hope that those were nice ones." I then shook his hands that I've regretted quickly for it might had seemed hard to touch.
My mind is still wandering afar from consciousness with dumbfoundedness that can still be seen on my face.
"Are you done introducing yourselves, kiddos?" My mom suddenly broke the silence and smiled cunningly while gazing our way.
What a parent, huh?
"Of course, Mom,"/"Of course, Ma'am," we said in unison.
And my, my~ My devil kind of a mother only laughed at that, making me more bashful for the thought.
Nasty things came doubtlessly to her mind. How can I even stop Satan from growing at the back of her head?
"Ma!" I hissed, eyes big, without making any sounds, already nervous.
And heck she just grinned jokingly. For a mother, she sure is too suggestive.
"Alright, alright! I surrender," she kid, "I'll bid my byes now. Hey, Daren, be good to my sweetheart, huh," she said her farewells to the both of us as she strolled towards her car.
Oh my gosh, Ma! There's no freaking good with you saying phrases like that.
"Noted," he said playfully as he glances at my mother, assuringly.
I just waved her away. And when she's out of our sights, Sade suddenly appalled me with what he said, "Hey, midget. Go carry your own stuff. My hands are too precious for handling such things." a ruthless, untamed expression was stretched across his visage. Far from his mask earlier, his already black eyes became darker in color as his smile fades away in just a fleet after my mom's adieu.
What exactly happened? Was that just a facade? Why the sudden change of atmosphere?
Precious hands, huh? Under that extravagant look, lies deep was an unexplainable attitude of his. Beneath that scrutinizing face and voice tales a dreadful varmint.
Is he really Sade? An idol from a well-known band? No fan would think of him that way, ever. Is anybody aware of that concern? Is that how a notorious persona supposed to act? So all of that was just a semblance of his real self?
He just left me with my heavy bags then aforenamed the room number before he left thoroughly.
For someone that acted jolly and all, that was such a rash way of settling things.
His veneer was undeniably believable. With his lean back, I saw him thoroughly flee towards the said dorm.
"And thus thy day unknowingly greeted the presence of the entangled strings," the unheard voice of kismet grumbled.