Path of Destruction (Editing and Updating)

Day 3: Path to Resolution

I stopped mid tracks when I saw a thick cloth lying on the ground.

I let out a smirk.

I think their fun already began the moment my files entered this school. They are too quick to conduct ideas just so they could embarrass me.

Immature bitches.

I decided to walk around it, and was about to continue walking when I saw how the wind blew the side of the cloth. I thought it was that thick cloth that I first saw, but if not for the wind I would be in danger.

An illusion eh?

It's really a good thing that I enrolled to a school in America teaching students about traps and such that could be of harm to us. Silly me, why did I not scanned the cloth clearly?

I walked like I didn't know of their prank, but when I turned my eyes back to them, some of them were confused and others were glaring at the cloth and me. If ever they decided to set some pig trap on me, I'd make sure my bodyguards will teach them a lesson.

But how were they able to dug a really deep hole in the ground? Did they worked on this for a couple of weeks?

Wow, I must say I acknowledge their hard work but they only wasted their effort and strength to some petty and shitty job.

All of them were shocked to see me walk directly towards them, rather than going around the cloth because if I decided to walk around it I'll be stuck in a hole. I am guessing that they had dug two holes and left a space in the middle that people could walk on.

If it weren't really for the wind, I wouldn't see the hole on the right and left side. Though I'm curious to how big they are. But anyway.

They have underestimated a Gonzales, and they should pay for what they had done.

I nodded to a girl who's wearing a familiar bracelet. She nodded back before walking away. Some of her Crystalline friends followed her still glaring at me.

Napailing ako. What an immature environment this school has.

*.*.*

"And what brought a Gonzales here? Are you commanded to spy on us?"

I laughed with sarcasm.

"Why would I waste my time spying on something that is not worth a Gonzales' time?", bigla namang sumeryoso ang mukha ng school Principal.

Ngumiti ako sa kanya, which is a plastic one, bago umupo sa upuan sa tapat ng mesa niya.

"Did I tell you to sit down?"

"No."

"Then stand up."

"But that should be the second thing you need to tell a transferee after greeting him or her a good morning."

"Well it's not a good morning my dear if a Gonzales showed up in front of me."

"How immature of you, not working professionally will be the reason of your downfall," natahimik naman siya sa sinabi ko.

Alam kong alam niya na tama ang sinabi ko. For a six-years-straight worker of a company? Being professional means a lot to CEOs, Chairmen and Chairwomen.

Hindi na lang niya ako pinansin pero bago niya kinuha ang mga kakailanganin ko ay binigyan niya muna ako ng isang masamang tingin. Napailing na lamang ako. This man is too childish.

"Here is your schedule, your ID, your ipad and the key to your locker," nakasimangot niyang bigay. "There are two locker areas here in this university, which I doubt if your school even has one. The first locker is located at the gym, it is divided into two, for boys and for girls. Students are not allowed to use that freely because it is regularly used by the varsities of the school", pumangalumbaba siya. "And the last locker area is located at the corridors of the first ground," kinuha ko na ang mga binigay niya sa akin at tinago ang ipad sa loob ng bag ko.