BROKEN STRINGS 02

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MY TWO DAYS went faster than I expected. Though I find it hard to live on my own. Nasanay kasi ako na laging andyan sila Kuya na gigising sakin tuwing umaga at handa na ang breakfast pag baba pa lang sa kusina. Nasanay ako na halos lahat ng gawaing bahay ay sila ang gumagawa. I also know how to do household chores sadyang sila lang talaga itong masipag.

Now I suddenly miss them. Kahit na nakausap ko pa lang sila sa phone kanina.

I sighed.

"This isn't the right time to feel down Viann. Remember it's your first day being a college student. " saad ko na lang sa sarili ko tsaka nilibot ng tingin ang South Central University. Hindi ko rin mapigilang hindi mamangha sa laki at lawak ng school na to. It really deserve the title as 'the most prestigious' school here.

Nakakalat din ang mga estudyante sa kung saan-saan. Nagk-kwentuhan. Tawanan. Kumustahan.

First day of classes are really fun. Because for some people this is the only day when you can be more relaxed without being pressured by the school's activities.

But actually for me,  first day of classes means new friends, new opportunities, and new adventures. In short, for me it means second chances for everything. Weird isn't it?
Napabalik na lang ako sa reyalidad nang marinig ko ang mahinang pagtunog ng bell. Senyales na magsisimula na ang first period.

Mabuti na lang at kanina ko pa nahanap kung saan ang magiging room ko. That's why it was easy for me to go back there.

Wala pang professor nung dumating ako roon kaya naghanap na lang ako ng pwedeng maupuan.

"Hi. " rinig ko sa may gilid ko. I know she's talking to me since ako lang naman ang katabi niya sa likurang row ng classroom.

'Time to make new friend'

Nilingon ko sya. "Hi. " I said and then I smiled at her. "I'm Viann Phoebe Esturia. " I also extend my hand at her for a handshake which she gladly accepted.

"Geine Martinez. Pero pwede na din namang Gee na lang."

Nagkwentuhan pa kami saglit habang di pa dumarating ang professor ng first period namin. And I learned that she's fun to be with. Masyado rin siyang makwento but not in a bad way. And at that moment, I know I chose the right person to be my friend this time.

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"SO WHAT are you actually saying is that NBSB ka? " hindi makapaniwalang tanong niya sakin.

She was talking about her and her boyfriend earlier being in a relationship for almost 1 year. Then she asked me kung gaano na din daw kami katagal ng boyfriend ko. And that left me saying na never pa kong nagkaron ng boyfriend.

Maliban kasi sa tatlo kong Kuya ay wala ng iba pang lalaki na naging malapit sakin. Well except sa bestfriend ko noon.

Tumango na lang ako sa tanong niya bago nagpatuloy kumain. Kasalukuyan kasi kaming nasa canteen ng school since it's already 12:31.

"Seryoso?? Sa ganda mong yan?? Walang nagtangkang manligaw? "

"Meron naman. It's just that ayoko lang muna. Iwas distraction ganun." sagot ko sa kanya.

Napatango na lang sya tsaka nagpatuloy na rin sa pagkain.

I was halfway finishing my lunch when someone caught my attention.

'He's the guy I met three days ago. '

He's eating alone two tables away from where Gee and I seated. At kahit sa pagkain ay ganun pa rin ang mga mata niya. Same cold and dangerous.

Napatigil ako sa pagtingin sa lalaking yun nung marinig kong nagsalita si Gee. "Kilala mo? " Umiling na lang ako bilang sagot sa tanong niya.

I don't know him and it's the truth. Right?

"Good." nagtataka akong napatingin sa kanya nung marinig ko siyang sinambit yun.

"Why? "

"Kasi kung meron ka mang kailangang iwasan dito ay sya yun." She drank her bottled water first before looking back to his direction. Kaya napatingin din ako ulit doon.

"That guy is Ross Edmund Elquierro.He's my schoolmate in highschool. Ahead sakin ng one year. " saad niya.
I turned to look at her nung naramdaman kong nasakin na ang paningin niya. "Kaya hangga't maaari ay iwasan mo ang taong yan..." she heavily sighed before she added "Because rumour has it that last year..

He raped her bestfriend. "

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