The next day, I woke up and found a note on the bedside table saying, 'Be right back. I had another bone scan. They said my hands were mending faster than expected. They commented about the drugs doing better than expected. They had me escorted back to the room. Fran gave me a visit again, brought the usual tray and food.
She helped me eat, and although it didn't taste as pleasant as the food from the canteen or the food from the underground floor, I ate with vigor. I need my energy back as fast as I can. I can feel
it. I know something's brewing out there, and I'd bet my toes this time that it has something to do with the captain.
I did squats until my legs cave in.
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Christmas is probably my worst time of the year. I had no animosity toward the holiness whose birthday is being celebrated. Still, I do have some problems with how we celebrate it. My name is Selena Garcia, eight years old and the eldest child of two, my father; I have no idea where he is. I do remember, though, that I had one until I was four. How I wish grandma is still alive. She's a bit grumpy, but she's very generous, unlike my uncles and aunts, who are very self-centered and condemnatory. So here I am, sulking inside my room, listening to their voices wherein I, alone, am the topic. "…that kid is very arrogant," said the spouse of my favorite uncle.
"Hey, Carlos! Pass the ball over here!" said the soccer team captain. I left my seat and walked away. Yawning, I sat down under the rumored hundred-year-old acacia tree, which had witnessed all the episodes of the city's public university ever since it was established. Watching a grade school soccer game from afar wasn't much entertainment as I thought. The students sitting on the bleachers cheered when the team scored. Will it be better to watch it with them instead? Naah. No matter where I am, who I'm with, I'll find the game boring. Besides, I don't have any friends. If there's so
"The one with my tattered t-shirt?" I asked. "What else?" Helga answered, chuckling like a witch. I really hate her squeaky giggle. It's creepy. "I did!" I grinned. The corner of her mouth twitched. She put a hand on my shoulder and gripped tight. Aw. "Then. Why. Are. You, Still with my brother early this morning?" she asked. She glared at me with such hate; I silently thanked God she's not a Medusa incarnate. Oh yeah. Did I forget to mention, Carlos is her younger brother? She has a severe brother complex if you ask me.Very disturb
I don't know whose voice was that, but I went to the Director's office right away. I can hear the murmurs from everyone wondering the same thing. It's the first time someone has been summoned to the Director's office. Most of the time, students get called to the faculty or the vice principal. I hurried anyway. It's against my principle to make other people wait. I knocked at the Director's Office, and his secretary opened the door for me. She looked at me curiously. Then, she asked me to go in. She left. I turned left when I arrived at a corner. "Good day, Miss Garcia," the Director greeted and put the papers he was holding down.
I sat down on a bench outside the Science building. I trotted out my chocolate bun and took a bite. I decided cutting classes would be okay now that I am about to go any time. My life is probably the worst a child could ever experience. Anywhere I go, I'm unwanted. Is there someone out there who's experiencing the same case? I hope whoever you are, you still have the fire to fight and defend yourself. I closed my eyes and smiled at the warm, soothing breeze which came upon me. If for just once I accepted defeat, I'd grow into a pitiable w
What do you mean battleground? More like a grave, Selena. I should've made a dash for it. I should've known avoiding their gazes won't be enough to save myself because they're obviously zeroing on me. I got surrounded by five girls, and then I halted. Reminiscing that specific memory practically ruined my mood. I can still taste the excitement and bloodlust. "Ever since I came across your awfully calm face, I've stopped bullying everyone else," Helga said, and I nodded. "Now that's a revelation!" said I and smiled. "You should tell them that. I'd love to see them see me in a different light." &nbs
ACE I looked down the grassland when I noticed that we've been hovering in place for quite some time now. I then saw several people standing on the field. I watched as they harassed the other one vehemently. Even from afar, I knew that the one fighting was a little girl. And she's encircled by girls like her. The sergeant, who is also the pilot, was looking down as well. Slowly, he started to descend. He must've realized by now that the little girl is about to get hurt. Whoever it was that the sergeant will pick up for the Boot camp must come from this place. This is their last 'stop,' the sergeant was talking about. I watched her use amateurish moves to overwhelm her aggressors. And as I looked down, their physiques grew bigger, and her enemies increased in number. How? How can she take them down with her crude moves? Attacks like hers should be too predictable,
MEOWI let the knife fall. But my situation is too vexing for me to let go of my only foundation for redemption. I seized the knife with my other hand. I opened my fingers to loosen his grip and wriggled my hand free. I grabbed his neck and slammed him against the steel wall of the helicopter. His other hand went to my wrist, and I winced when he started crushing it.His grip is stronger than Yolly's! I pointed the knife at his right eye and said, "Let go, or I'll take this one. Bones mend, but eyes don't." Silence.