Date Started: 02.03.2020
Date Finished:
Date Published: 03.03.2020

"You did a great job, 'Couz!" Bati sa akin ni Chronic, na naging dahilan ng pag-irap ko.

"You're saying that because you are my cousin, C, but I know that I did a terrible job! Hindi ko pa nga memorize ang chords eh but I still pushed it just to avoid that wicked witch."

I'm Dainty Marquez, 13, part of the Drum and Lyre Corps (DLC) in our school, a lyrist, and a Grade 8 student. For the sake of all, that wicked witch I am talking about is my — our former adviser in Grade 6, I and Chronic's former adviser, which is both treating us terribly.

"Hey, play it cool, 'Couz. Chill." Inirapan ko siyang muli at umupo sa tabi niya. May dumating na isang lalaki na nakangiti habang nakatingin sa akin...

"Dainty Marquez, welcome to our beloved school." Iniabot ng bagong dating na lalaki ang kamay sa akin. "From the Tarlac Journalist Event? Raven Jet Andrada?" I formed a genuine smile in my lips and shook my hands with his.

I know him. He's that friendly guy in my cousin's school who somehow, joined our school's group of journalist (I'm part of it) because he has no one to accompany him. We became good friends but, it's a shame I forgot his name.

"I'm Dainty Marquez, you can call me D." Everyone calls me by that, and some acquaintance calls me by my name so it doesn't matter whether he calls me by my first name or by my nickname. Tinanggal ko na ang kamay ko at ngumiti sa kaniya, muli.

"Oh, kailangan ko na palang umalis." Akmang paalis na siya ngunit hinarap niya kaming dalawa ni C. "It's nice to see you in our humble abode. I hope next year you'll transfer here so that I could warmly welcome you." I gave him a nice simple smile.

"Oh, I will."