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Chapter 39: The Parcels
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2021-07-29 23:46:19We were all awaken by the buzz of a long and ear-shattering sound of the University buzzer. It’s annoying rhythm stayed in the air for a while, and it didn’t stop until everyone of us was irritated and could no longer return back to our sleep. It was roughly around eight in the morning, and just like yesterday’s weather, the sun ditched us and did not show up again.
Everything was happening really, really fast, that our senses could not cope up with it. The next thing I knew, we all looked awfully stressed. And if I had to point out the reason behind it, I should say it was because of the scenario that happened the whole day—from the very first hour in the morning to the very last our hour in the night—yesterday. It was definitely one hell of a reason to end our Thursday with anger. We never had a nice rest. We were left sleeping on the floor, in our black and white outfit that we should have worn only during the fuRelated chapters
The Photo Collector Chapter 40: Money
I wish I was them. I wish I had the same fortune, the same luxury, and the same wealth as them. If only I was as blessed as they were, maybe there was no need for me to suffer emotionally and financially anymore. If only I was rich like them, maybe I did not have to write essays for others, answer quizzes for others, and do assignments for others only to earn money for my bills and dues. But it was hard to be them. I could not be them.They are elites. The rarest of gems. The untouchables. The most fortunate and the most blessed students along with the rest of the class. They need not to be smart nor to be lucky in order to book themselves a scholarship. They even don’t need to take a scholarship! With just a few bucks, their slot in Star Section is secured. They did not have to work hard for it, just like I did.While watching everyone as they opened their parcels, I forced my eyes to be strong and not shed a tear. But it was diffic
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When I entered to the bathroom, the first thing I did was to get my outdated and ‘almost broken but at least still functioning’ 3310 keypad phone between my folded apple green towel and went to my music gallery. I did not have much music on the list. In fact, I was never really into music. I was never a fan of Pop, or Ballad, Or Rhythm and Blues, or even Country Songs which Ed Sheeran and Taylor Swift were dominating. I did not know any music be it from late 1800’s or even up to date, too. There are only four music on my list, and ironically speaking, they were not even close to that stage. Technically, they were lullabies. My four most treasured lullabies I used to hear from my Mom, which never would have ever grown old to me. Even up until now when I was 18 years old, I still listened to them.Before I stripped down my clothes and turned the shower, I played the most sentimental lullaby on my phone. As it began to echo in the closed doo
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We halted outside the caution tape surrounding the transit van where the crime scene happened. Three patrol cars, including the one Philip’s Dad used last night, was parked on the left part of the chapel beside the flagpole. As the investigation team began their job, we saw the vice-principal walking from the pavement towards the vehicle where the teachers and other staff were standing; discussing about the traumatizing death of the owner of HCU and her chauffeur.The Vice Principal Mr. Morales was an invisible man. He rarely showed up. He would only go to school when the principal had meetings or errands to attend to, or when she’s absent and missing in action. Since last Thursday when the principal died, today was his first time heaving into view to manifest himself. He was an old man, dark in complexion, and had always been a grumpy person. We could see his crumpled forehead far from our spot, and his croaky voice was audible and easy to hear becaus
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“Open it!” Janvic shouted while leaning on the corner of the room, squeezing himself between the bookshelf and the square table. “That must be Mrs. Tejada,” he added as he tried to access the only opened window facing the outside.Nicole was the nearest to the door, so she took the job of twisting the knob. Slowly and while looking at us, she swung the classroom door open. “Oh, hey! It’s you!” Nicole greeted with a vibrant smile. She swept her slightly coiled hair onto her left shoulder, and moved aside to give way to whoever it was who’s about to enter.“Look, it’s Rabiya!” Yuri snapped. She crossed through the empty seats of the last row to meet the girl wearing a black dress on the aisle at the rearmost of the room. She hugged her, and when Samantha noticed, she rushed her way to give one to Rabiya, too.“How did the interrogation go?” Saman
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YURI(25 hours in lockdown)It just happened that an hour after lunch, we unexpectedly gathered at the center of the room—on the seats that were arranged in a big circle—and talked about random things to keep our bored asses busy. It had been almost a day since we were locked in here, and the fact that there had been no updates from the outside world made us worry about what were the things waiting for us the moment we would step outside. There was just too much topics to talk about, that even us ourselves found it confusing where to start and what to talk first. It was nothing much than a panel discussion, but something less of a debate. Exchanging ideas and beliefs, and even speculations and conspiracy theories about things that just made and made no sense.We talked about various of things. From school politics to school rules and regulations, from personal experiences to personal problems, from
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In Rabiya’s head, something was still processing. She zipped her lips and narrowed her eyes. One second. Two seconds. Three. Four... And on the fifth, she gave up the staring contest. She lost. She turned back to the direction of the whiteboard, and left the guy in black tank top wasted behind her. She looked on both sides, and gave Geodie and me a disapproving face. “Apologies. I don’t know what you mean,” she replied, and never dared to gaze at him again.“Abhorrent. You know what I mean. You are just afraid to be criticised; afraid to be called out for believing on things you shouldn’t believe.” Travis stepped back. He retrieved his hands from anchoring them on the backrest of Rabiya’s chair, and just walked towards the direction of the door. “What is it in the lower sections that mentioning them is a sin to us? Ask yourselves.” He bent down, fitting his face on the glass part of the wooden doo
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“After Satan had dragged us into a pitfall of filthy shits, you are still in the mood for some play time?” Philip said, shrugging his shoulders.“Yes.” Samantha responded, chin up, eyes were two balls of fire catapulting a heavy and intense stare to the guy who just questioned her will. “What? Is it not allowed now to take a break from all the curses and misfortunes we are currently going through?” She was confident she’s going to win the argument, even if it didn’t end up that way because Philip suddenly realized he had no power to overrule the great and the mighty Samantha.“Of... Of course its allowed. Okay, ‘kay. Whatever your saying. But please spare me from that stupid game. I don’t want to join in.”“No one’s not joining. Do you hear me?” Samantha flicked her eyebrows shaped like an inverted check mark to the ceiling. She f
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Okay. Boring. The first round of the game Spin the Bottle was utterly boring.With a blank face, Cylvia retrieved the bottle from the floor and tossed it high in the air. When it landed back between her hands, she presented it to Samantha and asked, “I believe its my turn to spin now?” she’d asked. She gave the empty container a good shake while waiting for Samantha’s answer.“Almost but not quite.” Samantha stretched her body across the circle and snatched the container from Cylvia. As she recovered her body back, she fixed the folds and creases of her night gown (It’s true, it’s only a few hours past lunch but she was already on her slumber outfit), and said, “That’s somewhat similar to how it actually works, yes! But the one who was asked to spill a truth or do a dare should be the one who would spin the bottle next. So technically, it’s Jermaine’s turn.”
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