Sweet Escape

Failure is an unavoidable aspect of life, as well as a necessary component of any successful life. Failure is only an opportunity to start all over again, this time more wisely. Is failure, however, such an important part of everyone's life that it must be present at all times?“Come on, Ade, just do it. I'm confident you'll improve next time. Don't frown because it gives off a negative vibe. We don't want any bad vibes here, do we?” Sancha made a valiant effort to make me feel better. She would always utter this statement in every day that God had given her. Well, it's my fault because I consistently fail.“Do you believe I'll still be able to go graduate, Sancha? If Grandpa finds out about my grades, he'll be furious! I'm at a loss on what to do next.” I said it in a troublesome way.Failure has always been my companion; I don't recall ever excelling in any of my subjects. I always get an average if I don't receive a failing grade. I've

Monday morning came and went in the blink of an eye. I didn't do much during the weekend except lock myself in my room because I didn't want to go out and face Papa since I knew he'd simply ask about my schoolwork. For the time being, I didn't want to discuss the topic."Adeline, how are your grades?" he said authoritatively.This is what I mean! I closed my eyes tightly. We were having our breakfast together at this huge and wide table, just the two of us."It's going g-good, Papa,"  I said it briefly. I tried so hard not to stammer, but I couldn't help myself."Adeline, make certain. I don't want you to be a failure. Also, don't let Cielo wait too long for you after school, go home right after. Is it apparent that I don't want you hanging out with boys?""Yes, Papa."It was always like this, so I completed my meal with a dark mood surrounding us. I chose to remain silent and just respond when he asked because I am afraid that if I mak

“The Millenium Dreams!”My heart pounded, and I immediately traced Sancha's line of sight. Just looking at them made me feel like I was in Mt. Olympus. They all look like gods...and goddess. Yes, a goddess. There's a girl who was talking and laughing with Zeeve innocuously. She has an angelic face as well.I don't recall hearing a female voice while listening to their band. Was she a member of their band? Or maybe it's Zeeve's girl?"Does their band have a female member?" I asked, baffled."No. That's a friend of theirs, but she wasn't in the band. The group's princess.""That's....nice." I said half-heartedly.So, the princess of the group huh? And what, she's Zeeve's queen? That's cliché and corny.What the hell? Why am I sounding so sour?That is irrelevant to me; I am uninterested in Zeeve's love life. I don't care if he's the corniest person on the planet. That is his way of life."That’s Ca

"How's school going for you, Adeline?"I was going to take another spoonful of my food when I heard Papa's authoritative voice. We were eating at a large and elegant table, just the two of us, having our meal."It's f-fine, Papa." I replied, giving a rigid response."Make sure you're putting forth your best effort in class. When I stoop down in my position, you do realize you're going to handle the firm, right?” he stated as he drank his water."Yes, Papa.""Good, because the company doesn't require a CEO who has even basic academic qualifications. Make certain to demonstrate that you are capable and can effectively manage the organization.""Isn't it too soon to broach this subject, Papa? I'm still in my first year, and I'm sure you're not ready to give up your position just yet, are you?" I asked in a nice manner, since I didn't want to come across as being antagonistic."It is preferable that we discuss this as soon as possib

My days were spent nicely, with Zeeve tutoring me and Sancha's constant pestering and interrogation about what was going on with us. And if I say "nothing but academic," she'll roll her eyes at me, as if she's disappointed in what I've said. What exactly is it that she wants me to say, anyway? When my name was linked to Zeeve, I had a lot of questions. Why would others think I like him or that he likes me? Is it because of the way we interact with each other or because we are always seen together that they believe we are in a relationship? Zeeve had a lot of interactions with girls, so I'm not sure what's going on. As a band member, he interacts with a variety of individuals; I recall Sancha telling me that my cousin was flirting with the other members, but I never heard anything about it. I doubt if Auntie Clara is even aware that that happens, she has probably no idea what is going on with his daughter’s life. I shook my head, shaking away the ideas out of