[Vida’s Point of View]Wala sa sarili akong naglakad-takbo pabalik roon sa guidance office. Walang ibang pumapasok sa utak ko kundi ang ginawang pagyakap sa akin ni Dion. Sobra akong naapektuhan sa ginawa n’ya.“Vida, sa’n ka galing?” salubong sa akin ni Faye na kalalabas lang rin mula sa loob ng office. Pero imbes na sagutin ko s’ya ay hinila ko ang kan’yang braso at dire-diretsong naglakad.“Teka, Vida. Vida. Vida!” Tumigil ako nang nagpumiglas s’ya sa pagkakahawak ko. “Umalis na tayo dito. Please?”“Wait ngae.” Tumigil s’ya sandali at pinagmasdan ako mula ulo hanggang paa. “May nangyari ba? Sinaktan ka ba ni Dion?-Omg! P-pinarusahan ka ba ng gonggong na ‘yon?”Umiling-iling ako sa kan’ya. “O, e ano? Ang putla mo kaya.” Umiwas ako ng tingin dahil sa sinabi ni Faye.Maputla ba talaga ako? Grr.“W-wala. Basta gusto ko na umalis dito. Tutal tapos naman na magperform si Kuya Vincent.”Tinanguan n’ya ako saka hinawakan ang aking braso. Walang ibang dumadaan dito sa hallway maliban sa
[Vida's Point of View]"Sir, 5 more minutes. I'm just waiting for a tricycle -What? Sir! 3 minutes. Yes, I'll be there in 3 minutes. Promise! -" and he immediately turned off the call. "Arghh!" I grumbled to myself, disgusted. Is it really my fault that I'm poor and must work before going to school? I immediately got on the tricycle. I cannot be disqualified from the contest. I've been looking forward to this for a long time. "Kuya, here's the fee," I said as I handed him the cash. "Kuya, hurry up," I yelled when I noticed he was taking his time getting the change from his wallet. "I'll just keep the change," he said, smiling. "What?! I'm a working student, Kuya, which means I work so I can go to school, and you just take it? Don't you have a heart?" "Okay, okay. Your money is yours. Don't pay. You're making me feel guilty." "Tsk. That's it." Without a second thought, I took my money and walked to the gate. Fortunately, the guard was busy a
Vida’s POV"...May we now call on the judges to present this award to the winners of the poster making contest, as well as our very own Principal of Hiraya Manyari High School, Mr. Arnold Glinoga," said the emcee.Everyone was instructed to form a line for each school. But here I am, sitting with Faye on the left side of the stage. She's the one who urged me to stay here tho. Mr. Brenzon is probably looking for me again."Vidaaa, it's happening. I know you'll take first place, believe me," she exclaimed cheerfully.I just stared at her before moving my gaze to the crowd. Everyone was busy listening to the emcee and patiently awaiting the results of the winners, especially those who had participated in the competition."...Criteria for judging; relevance to the theme—30%, originality—25%; creativity—20%; color harmony—15%; and visual impact— 10%. With the total of 100%. And now the results are finally here..." the
Vida's POVWhen I returned to my apartment, all I could do was scream in disgust. It's a good thing there aren't any people in our area. That 'Dion' was a real annoyance. When he's around, I feel like bad luck is following me.“Vida? Vida? Open the door. "When I heard a series of knocks on the door, I quickly stood up. Oh, I thought people had left here. hehe."H-Hi, Kuya Vincent," I said shyly. "What are you doing here?"Nothing. I just wanted to make sure you're okay. I'll leave now, but please, lower your voice. I'm working on a song." He turned away from me. I, on the other hand, was taken aback by the embarrassment that covered my body.Is it necessary for me to feel embarrassed every time? Wouldn't my day be complete if I didn't do something stupid? Tsk. It's entirely Dion's fault.Dion's POV"...You have a lot to say with your eyes.I'm particularly taken with your frowning expression.
Dion's POVUnlike the air in the city, the freshness of the air here outside is crisp and not sticky to the skin. If I had to choose between the province and the city, I'd always go with the province. The countryside is far more peaceful than the city. Although the establishments and buildings are not as developed, the scenery is beautiful and natural.Here I am on the terrace, still composing the poems for that special someone I really awe. I'm not sure why, but whenever I think of her, so many words come to mind that I eventually form lines in every stanza of the poem I'm working on.I put on my headphones and listened to the violin cover songs I had downloaded earlier. When I listen to music while writing, I feel more at ease.I was writing peacefully when I almost got hit a plastic bottle on my head.Fvck! Who the hell threw it? It's a good thing the plastic bottle lid is tightly closed, or I'd be drenched.I looked down and was su
Vida's POV "What are you doing, Faye?" I exclaimed as she applied blush to my cheek. "Ugh, Vida, just stay still, please? I'm not done yet." "I'm not going to any party or occasion, Faye. I'm going there for work and nothing else." "Oh, gurl, you're getting on my nerves. Do you only wear make-up for those occasions? Of course, you must look presentable and pretty, so Mr. Camero would love to negotiate with you more. You get it?" "No," I say, grabbing the tissue paper next to me. "Aish, dear, can't you just appreciate my efforts?" I sighed and looked at myself in the mirror. She gave me a meaningful look. "Okay. Okay. I won't erase it," I said avoiding her gaze. I heard her chuckled. I will never win with her; she's always making me feel conscience. After the overall look process that Faye did to me, she can't stop complimenting me and even told it to Lola Clarita a million times. Meanwhile, Lola was just laughin
Vida's POV"I want a mixed theme."I frowned at him. "What do you mean by that?""Mixed theme. Meaning, mixtures of different themes. "Gosh! I'm not stupid!"What exactly do you want?" I said, pretending not to be disgusted."Well, I don't actually know. Do you have any suggestions? "He is really a jerk. "Galaxies? Planets? Sunset? ocean? Abstract?" as I said each word, he kept shaking his head at me. "Can't you just tell me what theme you want?""Okay, so I want something minimalist. Just like this. "He showed me a picture on his phone. "That's a coffee shop, right?" He then smirked at me."Obviously."I gulped a few times. He's getting onto my nerves.It's a wall painting of a coffee shop. He said that he wanted that kind of painting. He wants me to put inspirational quotes and bible verses. And I didn't expect it to be brood. I mean, of course, my first impression of him isn't that good."Let's call it a day. See you tomorrow,
Faye’s POVToday I will take Vida to the house of her new client, Mr. Bruce Camero. The other day I was excited, even more excited than Vida.Dion, the son of Mr. Camero, is my new crush. I met him a long time ago when they once visited the house because Mr. Camero is my dad's high school friend. Maybe I was only in grade 7 then. We even talked, and that's when my admiration for him began. For a few months, because we didn't see each other, and for a few years, I forgot about him, especially when I had boyfriends. Wow, boyfriends. Hehe.But now that we will meet again, I feel my admiration for him return. And since Vida doesn't know it yet, I'll just say "when I find a good time." I don't want her to tease me. "Vida! Hurry up! " I shouted here from the gate. She's been getting dressed for almost 30 minutes and she's still not done?I received no response, so I thought of just going up to the second floor again. I went inside and asked Lola Clarita where Vida was