Lahat ng Kabanata ng Illicit Feelings: Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 10

OLIVIA TIME flies by so quickly, and before I knew it, we were at Lewis' house in Clover City. Clover City was a long way from where we had been. My mother stated that she stayed and studied here during her senior year of high school and that she lived with relatives who migrated to Canada after she completed her senior year. I thought I knew my mother well for a long time, but lately, I've been surprised by what I've discovered about her. During her senior year of high school, Zaldy was her first love and boyfriend. My Mom and Uncle Zaldy, whom I still refer to as "Uncle Zaldy" because I am not used to addressing someone as "Dad," which he says is okay with him, reconnected last year when Mom ran into him at Changi Airport in Singapore.

OLIVIA "KIDS, we're home!" my mother exclaimed as the front door swung open. Uncle Zaldy was following my mother into the house. Zoey and I were cuddling on the couch, watching N*****x's All of Us Are Dead. It came naturally to us. There was no malice to be found. I also enjoy cuddling Zoey. Her warm embrace envelops me in comfort. Because it's the weekend, there will be no school or practice for the time being. "Mom! Uncle!" I ran up to them as if they were children, kissing them on the cheeks one by one. Zoey silently followed me and made the same gesture to our parents as I did to her. One of the reasons I enjoy being at home is that I can express myself freely. I am a clingy, childish, and whining child. Zoey, on the other hand, was a quiet and calm kid.

OLIVIA "ARE YOU ready, guys? We're going to be the next performer," our cheer captain said. "Yes, captain!" we said. It's the day of the cheering competition. I haven't had the opportunity to speak with Zoey again because I've been swamped over the last few days. Even though I was so busy, she took care of me when our parents were not present. She prepares breakfast and handles all of the housework. And if I have some spare time, I'll just help her out a little bit at a time. Zoey never complains. Instead of assisting her around the house, she will simply smile and encourage her to get more rest. Isn't she the sweetest person you've ever met? Unfortunately, Camila and the girls do not recognize the Zoey I know. Anyway, it's t

ZOEY I USED TO BELIEVE MY FAMILY WAS PERFECT WHEN I WAS A CHILD. My father is attractive, dependable, and our breadwinner. And then there's my mother, the lovely and wonderful stay-at-home mom. Things were going smoothly. We are happy. My loved ones adore me. Mom and Dad had me at the age of twenty. My parents were too young, and their lives began, but my father was a man of his words. So, when my mother announced that she was pregnant with me, Dad did not flee but instead assumed responsibility for my mother and me. He was a wonderful, devoted father. Dad and mom's family helped them raise me, so it wasn't difficult for them. I admit that I was exposed to almost everything growing up. My parents come from wealthy families. Nonetheless, my parents instilled in me the imp

ZOEY ELECTION DAY. "Interesting. Miss Queen Bee appears to be winning this election as well," Nova said as she handed me a box of cold pineapple juice. "Thank you," I said. I drank the box through the straw. "Ah, pineapple juice is delicious!" I exclaimed. "I know, that's why we're friends; we both like pineapple juice," Nova agreed. We clapped our pineapple juice boxes as if they were wine glasses. We are currently in the gym, counting and validating the ballots from today's election of new sets of SC. We were far away from the gym stage where the teachers were counting votes, but a large LED screen displayed the automatic updates of the votes. I am delighted to see Olivia advancing in the polls. She's truly unique.