The Pretty Reckless

Chapter 1: Logan

Sometimes, there are occurrences in life when the universe takes away what you think you need so you can receive what you actually need.

Perhaps, in my case, I have to let go of my past in order to become the person I was planned to be in the future, I thought.

Baka ito na rin ang dahilan kung bakit ako bumalik sa pinanggalingan ko.

"Ms. Fernandes, a penny for your thoughts?" Ma'am Gomez retrieved my consciousness as she asked with such concern.

Grabe. Nandoon na naman ako sa pinakamalalim na bahagi ng utak ko. Kasi naman, sa sobrang nakakaantok ng boses ng babaeng ito, nakalimutan kong kausap ko nga pala ang principal ng panibago kong school for the academic year:

Regina Robustiana Academy. An institution which achieved eminence for its population consisting of intelligent and beautiful young ladies. In short, an all-girls school.

To be completely honest, ito na ang pangatlong school na pinag-enrollan ko for my senior year.

Yung unang dalawa ay located sa Italy kung saan ako nanirahan during my childhood to teenage years. Pero wala eh, in two months, agad akong nahatulan ng expulsion sa parehas na paaralan.

Well, I can't really blame them. I mean, sino bang gustong mayroong basagulero sa puder nila? And on top of that, that rogue student is a female, a cool yet aloof girl called "me". And don't you dare tell me to calm down because I will throw a brick at your face.

My personality is 40% genetics, 40% upbringing and 20% movies. BTW, I fancy action movies, not those cheesy, cliched romantic films.

Isa pa, masyado naman ding mapapahiya yung mga lalaki doon kasi lagi silang bugbog-sarado sa isang hamak na babae. Pinagbigyan ko nalang sila para hindi sila akalaing mga bakla.

"She may be pretty but she's beyond reckless!"

Different schools, same lines, same conclusion:

LAYAS. AALIS. EXPELLED. KICK-OUT.

Kaya ayon. Since naubusan na naman din si Nonno ("Lolo") ng mga school na pwede kong pasukan sa Italy, napagpasyahan nalang naming dalawa na bumalik ako sa Pilipinas. However, that is not my only reason for returning...

"I apologize," I fabricated my most convincing smile. "Pardon my rudeness."

"Anyway, moving on," she continued. Grabe, sa tatlong salitang iyon, unti-unti na agad na napapapikit ang mga mata ko tapos malapit na muling lumipad ang utak ko. "I'm sorry about your younger sister. My deepest condolences."

Pagkabanggit niya ng issue na iyon, hindi na tuluyang pumikit ang mga mata ko at umapaw ang kaseryosohan sa buong kwarto. My eyes were drop-dead stern yet melancholy.