One sunny afternoon, Ethan Montessori, his friends, and a girl died in a fire. No one knows how it happened, there was no loophole, and no one had any idea what has happened. Only the five of them know.
- written in filipino -
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iii. // people are ugly ------
When I was a kid my parents aren't always home. I was always left alone with my nanny. My parents are into politics and no matter how much I try to tell them I wanted to spend more time with them. . . .
"I'm sorry, baby. Mom and Dad needs to attend another rally." my Mom would say. "We'll try going out next time, then. I love you."
A twelve years old kid like me could do nothing but bow my head sadly and nod. When I look at my mom after my response she's already smiling while my Dad is busy with his phone.
"But can I go out to play?"
"Alright, Ethan."
I spend my time playing at the amusement park near our house. There were many rides but my parents wouldn't let me, they told me it's dangerous and then I will end up playing alone again with my robots while my nanny tags along.
I would tell my parents that it's boring to be alone and I badly wanted to spend more time with them. They would answer: "Next time, baby. Mom and Dad are busy."
Sometimes I don't feel like I am their child. They don't spend even an hour with me. I wanted to question if their love for me is really genuine because I have never felt a genuine love in my entire existence.
But then, everytime they come home, they will always buy me a present and I am genuinely happy again. Forgiving them for not being with me, I easily forget how sad I am.
When I step into junior year, I wasn't a very interactive student. I always had a hard time conversing with other people or even play with friends. No matter how much I try to gain friends they always push me out.
"My mom said I shouldn't be friends with you," they would say.
"I heard your father was issued with corruption again but he got away."
"Politicians like your family are deceitful, I shouldn't involve myself with people like you."
I became an outcast at grade seven. I was a weird kid with messy hair, pale skin and a hoodie. I didn't know why I started becoming a weird student like how everybody wanted me to be or how they perceived me to be.
When people calls me weird, I didn't know why I developed weird habits. When people calls me baduy because I always wear a gray jacket or a hoodie most of the time, I started wearing them more often and more weirder.
I didn't know why I submitted to every insulting things people would call me. At grade seven, I was continuously bullied and ostracized.
