All Chapters of My Role: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Alexa  I don't really know what to do with those two. Both of them doesn't want to lose at each other.  "It looks like the two will never get along." Tristan said.  He's losing hope with those two.  "It seems so." I agree.  I can't cheer them up because I'm also losing hope that those two will still get along.  "Every day can't end without those two arguing." Raia said.  "I don't know what to do anymore. Maybe next time they'll hurt each other physically." I said.  That is not vague to happen. I think Andrea hits Alistair's ego.  "I hope a miracle come. I wish that they will get along soon." Raia said. I hope so too.  We're now getting ready for our P.E. class. Basketball is our P.E.  Our teacher separated us from boys. Girls vs girls and boys vs. boys. We can't play this ball game against boys because they are good at this game.

Andrea  Lexa left first as well as Jake and Asher. I first went to the teacher's office to ask for a quiz. They said that they had a quiz earlier, I don't want to miss it so I asked our subject teacher if I can get one but she said no. When I arrived at the parking lot I immediately got on my motor and started it. But I felt something wrong as I started my motor.  I stopped to see what I was feeling wrong. I saw both tires flat.  "Who the hell did this?" I asked myself. Damn!  Why am I having a bad luck today?  I rummaged in the pocket of my skirt to get my phone but I didn't get anything. I looked at my bag to see if I had put it there but nothing.  I was so unlucky today. I was planning to call them brother to ask for help but I haven't brought my cellphone.  I just took my motorbike and started walking. As I was walking and taking my motorbike with me someone suddenly hold me at my

Alexa  I wonder what's going on there.  We are here at  Andrew's house waiting for the right time to let them go. We're all in silence no one speaks to us and everyone is bent over.  We don't know what's going on in that room. We don’t know if our plan was successful because we didn’t put a hidden camera in the room for their privacy.  "Hello everybody!" Jake greeted us as he entered.  "Oh Jake." ~ Andrew. He approached us and sat down on a couch.  He looked at us one by one and seemed to be looking for something or someone, I guess.  "Where's temper tantrum?"  I'm right he's looking for something. Oh not something but someone.  "Incarcerated" Andrei answered.  Jake was surprised by Andrei's answer. "Incarcerated? What do you mean incarcerated?" He asked confusedly.  "Alistair and Andeng were locked together in a hotel room." ~ Andrello

Andrea Everyone is protesting because they don't want to have a quiz. Almost all of our subjects this morning took a quiz.  "Ma'am, let's take a quiz next time." Complaint of one of my classmates.  "Yes, ma'am. We just did a quiz earlier." Another complaint.  "Is it my fault? Ms. Velasquez, our science teacher, asked.  "Ma'am let's have it next time. Our brains are so tired." Complaint of one another.  My brain is a bit tired too. Our. All of our brain hurts. It hurts my eyes to read and my hand to write. My brain is tired of reviews and as I write I read with my mind what is written on the white board. So my brain is very used now. "Once you answer my question, you won't take the quiz for the whole week." Ms. Velasquez said.  My classmates' faces lit up.  "How much does the earth weigh?" - Ms. Velasquez.  Their shoulders slumped again. The question is science rela

Andrea  I’m inhaling some fresh air right now here on the soccer field. I sat under a tree and breathed fresh air.  I try to calm myself down because I can't go to our class when I'm so hot -headed because I can't listen properly.  I don't understand that woman. Just because she spilled juice on her blouse and she even implicate my brother.  It's okay if she hurts me but never my brother. I can accept all their insults and hurt but I can't accept it if they do that to my brother.  "I knew that you'll be here."  Jake sat down next to me then looked up at the sky before looking at me.  "How are you feeling?" He asked me.  Sometimes this jerk is also sensible. When he needs to be serious, he is serious. That's the quality of him that I like.  "Pretty okay." My answer.  He sighed then looked in front of him.  "Control yourself. Don't let anger co