Made a Wish

 ALTHEA'S POV "So, you're real?" 'di makapaniwalang tanong ko habang nakatitig sa kanya.Prente itong nakaupo sa silya, naka-krus ang mga binti at hawak sa isang kamay ang kanyang milktea. Para siyang isang senyorito sa pagkakaupo at kala mo talaga nasa isang royal tea party. He's doing the 'Don't touch the cup with your five fingers' thing.Nakaupo lang naman ako sa dulo ng kama ko, naka-indian seat at naka-krus ang mga braso. Nasa tabi ko lamang ang bakal na patpat–or should I say, fresh patola na. Di ko alam kung paano nangyari basta bigla nalang yun naging gulay ng tinangka ko siyang hampasin."Damn right. Why else would I be here in this filthy room of yours?" singhal niya na ikinasama ko naman ng tingin."Has anyone told you that you have a dirty mouth?" balik ko dito. At himala, biglang tumawa ang mokong."Magugulat ka ba kung sasabihin kong wala?" natatawang turan nito. Napaikot naman ako ng mata at nagbuga ng hangin."I doubt." depensa ko. "Baka nga sinus

 ALTHEA'S POV  Napasigaw ako nang makita ang oras sa alarm clock. Lagpas 7am na naman! Ba't na 'di na naman 'to tumunog kanina!? Mali-late ako neto, eh!Mabilis akong bumangon at humugot ng damit sa closet ko. Mabilis na naligo at nagsipilyo na din. Kahit tumatagaktak pa ang tubig mula sa basa kong buhok ay lumabas na kaagad ako ng banyo suot ang uniform ko. Inilagay ang mga gamit sa bag saka isinukbit sa balikat ko.‘Di na ko nag abalang sipatin ang sarili sa salamin at kaagad na isinuot ang aking sapatos. Bitbit ang suklay na lumabas ako ng apartment at patakbong bumaba ng hagdan. Nagsusuklay ako habang tumatakbo sa daan tungo sa malapit na bus station. Sana talaga makaabot ako dahil pag hindi, talagang lagot ako sa prof namin ngayon. Patay din long quiz ko kapag na-late ako dahil di na ako papapasukin pa.Kainis. Kainis. Kainis. Kainis!"Sandali po! Sandali!" pagsigaw ko nang makita ang kakaandar palang na bus. "Pasakay ako! Sandali!"Ameee!! Tumigil ka please

 AKIO'S POV  The things I hate the most is when someone or something messes up with my things. Someone sticking their noses in my business. And above all, touching what's mine.I may have live for a longer times than any normal human did. But even so, I am still me. After all the years wondering in this forsaken planet; watching how the world changes and evolve. The me before, never once change.I am territorial. I hate it when anyone comes close to what's mine. Hate it when they try to pry on my properties. It always ticks me off when they touch anything I claims or owns. It irritates me when they stalk at my prey.As I've said, I am a bully. Once a bully to be precise. And I pick out my targets meticulously. And when I did, I always calls dibs on them. When I did, they are my prey. And no one is allowed to touch them unless I gave permission to.My shoulders perks up upon hearing the ringing of the school bell. Students started to swarm the classroom, loud chatter

 ALTHEA'S POV  I stared vacantly at the faraway flickering lights on the faraway houses. The leaves and branches of the trees dancing along the gust of cold wind. My window was wide open, and I inhalled the cold wind that came inside.My eyes was heavy from wanting to sleep already. I felt tired. My mind was foggy from all the thoughts swarming in my head. I can't stop chewing my lower lip as my fingers tap anxiously on my knees. I can't stop.I feel giddy. And at the same time, scared. Anxious. I can't really think properly right now. The only thing thats running on my head is that, for the first time; I'll be able to talk to my mother. Finally.But what am I going to do when I'm in front of her? What should I say? How should I react? What is she like anyway? Will she be glad? Will she recognized me?I don't know anything about her. Nor my father, too. Since wala naman silang relasyon at 'di rin sila magkakilala noon, walang kaalam-alam si Papa sa kanya. Ang madala

 AKIO'S POV  Nakahalumbabang tinitigan ko ang malalayong kabahayan habang hawak ang litrato noong araw na iyon. Napabuga ng hangin at muling ibinaling ang mata sa sariling litrato na hawak ko. Pinakatitigan ang gilid nito kung saan ko nakita ang malabong imahe na iyon.Sobrang labo niyon kaya 'di ko nakita ang mukha niya. Ang matamis na ngiti lamang sa labi nito ang nakita ko. At hanggang ngayon, sa 'di ko malamang dahilan ay nakarehistro pa din iyon sa utak ko. 'Di maalis.Ngunit gaya noong araw na iyon, wala na ang imahe ngayon. Naglaho iyon ng sandaling mapabaling ako sa ibang direksiyon. At mula noon, 'di na iyon bumalik. 'Di ko na nakita pa.'Di ako sigurado kung sino iyon. Pero malakas ang pakiramdam kong siya nga iyon. My mother who died few months after (they thought) I died. As I said, it was already 200 years ago, and the memory was already lost. I can't remember her. Or anyone. I can barely remember my own life before I became like this.May mga kapatid b