I don't know when it started, I just found myself hanging out more often with Flint. After every meeting with The Weekly Mirror, most of the time we would go to dinner together. Sometimes we would invite Taylor and whenever she's present, I would often catch her having a look I couldn't understand. It was like she's teasing us with her eyes, but is not saying any word. It's like she wants to say something but decides against it."Are you sick of seeing my face, Tay?" I heard Flint ask one time when we were having dinner. His friends, Alec and Floyd were with us but left just a while ago because of some frat duties. Apparently, Flint was also a part of a fraternity but he's more active in this organization that I don't know the name of. It was an elite organization that not all people know of. I asked him about it, but he's just mum about it so I just stopped asking.Taylor rolled her eyes at Flint, which made me chuckle.I could say that they're kind of close now because we always han
That man’s face lingered in my head for days. I tried forgetting about it, but I just can’t seem to erase his face from my memory. It was really bothering the hell out of me. But it was like his face was painted in my head. Whenever I think about it, it gives me goosebumps.I can’t let it distract me, not when I am currently taking my chapter exam. However, no matter how much I tried to concentrate on the test, my head kept coming back to that red-eyed man. Something’s really wrong. I can’t just be imagining it. Or was I crazy? Is academics making me crazy?For the nth time, I sighed and tried to go back to the test.I managed to finish the exam but when I left the classroom, I felt like there was something wrong. I couldn't point out what, but I have a feeling I did something wrong.But instead of dwelling on the present matter, I went straight to the dorm to sleep. I ended up cramming a little last night because I was preoccupied with the thoughts about that man. I have so many unan
I am moving out. I am starting college. And I’m a little bit anxious. Don’t get me wrong. I’m not really a socially incapable person. Maybe, a little, but I think I can survive. It’s just that leaving the place where I grew up makes me sad. And facing this new chapter in my life brings a certain feeling to my gut. Is it nervousness? I think so. All throughout my childhood, we lived in Crestville. I was already born when my parents moved to that place. So technically, I lived there my whole life. It’s such a shame that my dream University isn’t close to our neighborhood, resulting in me moving out to live in the dorms so I could start creating my place in society. I’ve never been away from my family for a very long time. We always stick together. I’m not sure if we’re just clingy people or what. And yeah, it’s making me feel anxious. I know they will be just two hours away from me. But still, there’s distance. And distance scares me. “So this will be your home for the next four year
It was like the wolf was looking straight at me, trying to get to me. I was starting to feel all the creeps so I took off the necklace and hid it inside the drawer of my study table. I think this necklace Mom got from her mother is haunted or something. To get my mind out of the creepy thoughts, I decided to continue fixing my stuff. My roommate might arrive and I don’t want her to think I’m sloppy. When I got tired of fixing my stuff, I decided to take a rest and lie on the bed. When I did, I realized it was too boring to just lie there so I got the book I’m currently reading from my bag. I have a lot of books at home. My hobbies are mainly book-related- reading a book, buying books, window shopping books, planning for a book, etc. Aside from family and academics, my life mostly revolves around books. I want to be a writer and be able to publish books in the future. That’s why I took up Creative Writing as my major. I started writing when I was still young so I think as I grow ol
The kind of bond me and my Mom has is something I will never trade for anything. She’s all in one- a mother, a sister, a best friend, my confidante. I told her everything and she would just listen. She’s a good listener, and that’s just one of the many things I love about her. I have two sisters, but I am the closest to my Mom. She’s cool and she always reminds me that my feelings are valid. She always says the best words. I went out of the Dormitory and waited for her at the gate. It’s already dark since it’s almost 10 pm now. The moment I told her I needed her, she quickly got into her car and drove here. Home is two hours away. I don’t want to hassle my Mom but I’m just too overwhelmed with all of these fuzzy feelings. And only she can help me feel at ease. There are still a number of students out so I’m not scared to wait for her here outside. It’s not yet the official start of classes so the curfew is still not valid. We’re still allowed to accept visitors. I just sat on the
It’s already past 7 and we’ve been standing in line for almost an hour now. But there’s still a LOT of girls ahead of us. It takes so much time for one to finish bathing. My heart’s already pounding crazily inside my chest. I think we're gonna be late for our freshmen orientation. “Okay, this is not gonna work,” Taylor murmured. She’s behind me and we are actually the last people in the line. How crazy is that? “I know. But I’m not comfortable going out without so much as washing my face,” I replied. “I’ll go downstairs and check if the line’s not as long. You stay here, I’ll come back,” Taylor said. I haven’t replied yet and she already left, leaving me with her things. I took a deep sigh as I wished people downstairs didn't take forever to shower. No one warned us about the long line in the bathroom. If I only knew, I would’ve just taken a bath last night. While on the line, I kept looking at the stairs to see if Taylor’s coming or not. I also checked the time on the clock dis
It’s our first day in the University, but we still don’t have classes yet. We do have a lot of orientations and meetings today though. The freshmen orientation was already done. We still have an hour for a break to have snacks or something and then we’ll head to our department orientation. After that, I’ll have my bloc encounter. They call it ‘bloc encounter’ because it’s the first time the students in my bloc will meet. For freshmen, the sections are usually by bloc, which means that for people who are in the same bloc, they will most likely have the same classes. This is like a default for the freshmen. But after the first semester, we will basically be on our own. We’ll decide on what classes to take as long as we still follow our prospectus. For now, we’ll enjoy this privilege of not having to beg teachers to include us in their classes. Luckily, Taylor and I are in the same department so we don’t have to part ways just yet. But when the most dreaded bloc encounter came, I had
I had crushes. I remember having a crush on William Santos back in Elementary because he knows how to comprehend while reading. But it didn’t last long because apparently, the guy is a jerk. I saw him punching another girl in my class and it was awful. It made me pledge not to ever have a crush on him. In High School, the guys are not really attractive. Well, what’s attractive to me are guys who know how to form words beautifully, guys who know how to solve Algebra problems. But the guys in my High School? Unattractive. They are good-looking, but looks are not everything for me. Looking at the guy now who’s also eyeing me with the same intensity as yesterday, gives me the chills down my spine. Sure, he’s good-looking, his black hair has this messy look which made him look like a bad boy. And his brows? To die for! It’s in perfect shape and it’s all hair I can say. It must be good to have the same brows where I don’t have to use a brow pencil or something. His nose was pointed and he