After school, as usual, hinatid ako ni Jeon sa bahay. Pagkatapos niya akong ipagbukas ng pintuan ng kotse, umikot ulit siya sa kabila para buksan yung driver's seat so I quickly grabbed his arm.
"You aren't going inside?"
He gave me a flat look.
I cleared my throat. "How about, you'll go inside so you, Manang Mira, . . and me can have a delicious dinner?"
"No. I have an appointment." He said opening the door and slid to the driver seat.
"Really?"
He raised his eyebrow. "Of course you wouldn't believe me."
I sighed. "Can we talk?"
"I already told you that I have an appointment."
"5 minutes lang!"
"1 minute."
"2 minutes!"
"30 seconds."
I sighed.
"1 minute then."
He nodded. Lumabas siya ng sasakyan. He closed the door and leaned his back on it.
"60."
"60?"
"59"
"Eh?"
"58"
Does he counting down the seconds?
"57"
"Hey!"
"56"
Seriously?
"55"
"I'm sorry!"
"54"
"I'm sorry for what I've said to you before."
"53"
"I'm sorry for doubting you."
"52"
"I'm sorry 'cause I can't remember we've met before."
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Stolen Identity
Teen FictionShe thought she's living in a perfect world with her loving family and caring friends. Until one day, everything's changed. She lost her memory and someone stole her identity. ----------- SLOWLY EDITING
