Silence prevailed inside the house as Tiarra left. No one wants to talk among the remaining three– Ricardo, Selya and Renjo. Selya scratched her head as if it suddenly hurt because of the discussion between Tiarra and his father. While Tiarra's friend, Renjo was left speechless staring at the door where his friend exited.    "If I were you, Hijo, I wouldn't be friends with Tiarra," Ricardo said, drawing Renjo and Selya's attention to him. Renjo scrunched his brow, unable to believe he was hearing those words from his friend's father's mouth. He was already aware that Tiarra's relationship with her twin was not good, but he had no idea that her own father treated her in the same manner.   “What nonsense are you saying, Ricardo?” Selya chastised him, but she knew that was all she could say because

“LET’S GO!” Ayna shouted as we finished our last run through about our performance. We walked together backstage where we could see the full view of the field. As I’ve said earlier, there’s specific colors that represent each faculty. For us –the College of Business Administration owned the color green. We could immediately spot our department's location since it was just in front of the stage, and our department flag was on the side. I'm not sure how many tables are reserved for our faculty, but I know the entire soccer field can accommodate the entire freshman class of each faculty tonight.  The decorations are fancy and elegant. There are lights everywhere and scattered lanterns on the floor. There are also artificial trees on the right side with dim Christmas lights. Since we are in the open field, they improvi