When She Was Is

  It was never my intention to be caught up in the camera, and act like nothing while they are taking a picture of some poor girl being bullied in the cubicle. More than anyone— I'm always on the side that you can barely see me.    So to say, my life was never in the spotlight. I can see myself as a blur, or just a scribble in a comic book— not even as a sidekick or anything.    To put it simply, I was just an ordinary college gal in the Media Arts department.    "Stop!" A slightly dainty girl stormed in, her long brownish-caramel hair swaying like whiplash. She is sporting her blue V-neck sweater, and red and black plaid skirt, while exuding her composed aura.   Matilda Fernandez, most w

  She never intended to be what she is today, a smart, daring girl who will always uphold justice. At least that is what many think.    Like known to many, she grew up in the line of politicians. Starting from her Great Grandfather, and her Grandfather the current president of the republic Philippines. Along with her Tito's and Tita's who had been famous senators, congressmans & congresswomen, and mayors.    Even her parents are famous, Her dad is the Mayor of Capital City, managing the flourishing urban and suburban communities situated in it and her mother was an accomplished Lawyer.    It is easy to imagine a political dynasty of well-deserved politicians creating a peaceful order. With her family's rule, the Philippines has never been an i

  The sound of planes was still distorting the shattering chatter of people hustling and bustling on the busy airport despite the lack of stars in a setting sky.    The passengers are now moving from the exit as they had just arrived back to the Pearl of the Orient Seas, the Philippines.    Every few minutes, planes are landing and taking off. Arrivals are announced, and parents breathe a sigh of relief when they learn that their children have returned safely.   It was a frantic scene as individuals gradually adjusted to the cacophony. Families after families are arriving one by one.   There are voices of people being annoyed after learning that the flight they had been waiting for for the las

  "Dude, wake up! How long are you going to find that girl? You've been searching for a week and you're almost going to miss school if Tita hasn't warned you," A plump guy in black sweater scolded the pale guy beside him leaning helplessly on the table.    "Marco, I'm this close to finding her" Jaiden moves two of his fingers close to indicate what he means to his friend. He has this lifelessness to him, like his body is screaming to give up. But his mind is still going, like he developed a will of steel.    "I'm almost certain that this is where she works. This is the last convenient store around the capital. And look at this table, isn't it exactly the same with this picture?" He had these glowing eyes, despite the dark circles forming around it.   

  Her life— She hates it, she despises it, yet here she is still living a damn life.   She's been known as Irene as long as she can remember, a name given to her by her deceased father.    She remembered how his father told him stories about how she was the symbol of peace her father had been dreaming of since he was a child.    The joyful memories became nothing but a tragic truth. Unfortunately for his father, he never realized it.    And here she is, in this frenzied place, almost rotting without a future to hold. She gripped tightly on the hand-rails of the rusting stairs, dripping wet from the sudden pour of rain.    Sh