Loving someone is like loving the stars. To love in a manner akin to this celestial magnificence may involve embracing love that is boundless, enduring, and transcendent. It could mean reaching for a love that shines brightly even in the darkest of times, offering guidance and comfort.
However, loving like the stars also implies a love that is distant and unattainable, much like the unreachable stars in the night sky. It may signify the longing and yearning for a love that feels out of reach, yet still holds an undeniable allure.
Admring someone is a bittersweet experience, it offers us a chance to feel love and be loved or feel love and be rejected. Just like I said, loving someone can be compared to looking up the stars---nakakapigil hininga ang ganda ngunit hindi natin maaabot---Malalapitan ngunit hindi mahahawakan.
"Miss Nacional, What is the answer to number 4?"
Nagulat ako sa biglang pagsigaw ni Mrs. Romano sa akin. All of their eyes are on me, nakaka-intimidate lalo na sa malakas na paghampas ni Mrs. Romano sa whiteboard habang binibilangan ako.
"Kawawa naman yung whiteboard"
Hindi ko inaakala na lalabas yung apat salita na yun sa mga labi ko, pinapangarap ko na lang na hindi nila yun narinig. Pinikit ko na lamang ang mga mata ko at nag-fingers crossed hoping na hindi yun narinig, But i spoke to soon. Buong klase ay biglang naghalakhakan at si Mrs. Romano ay gigil na gigil sa akin.
"Nacional, Ikaw ang magiging kawawa kapag binagsak kita! remember that this is just your first week here and I don't care if your some journalist or something but my classroom isn't the place for your articles to be written! Focus on the board infront of you and not on your laptop screen! May oras para diyan, Now answer." -Sigaw ng teacher ko sa akin.
"One of the qualities of great literature is the style. Here, the author shows how she wanted to portray her work uniquely. This also shows how the author sees life or other things."
I answered almost cutting off Mrs. Sungitperohindinagtuturo. Nagsitahimikan naman ang mga kaklase ko, Ang mga tawa nila ay napalitan ng mga tunog ng sasakyan sa labas;Magulo, Even though I answered correctly and the teacher infront of me said to pay attention, Hindi ko pa rin mahanap yung focus ko sa lesson niya. My eyes are still glued to the screen infront of me, Typing the words that I feel was suited for my article. My laptop is the only one who truly understands me, its almost like the object was my long-time best friend! Dito ko lang naman kasi nailalabas yung creativity ko at sama ng loob ko sa buhay---sinusulat dahil wala naman ako tagapakinig sa mga rants ko
Hi! Ako si Brielle, isa akong journalist and transferee sa xx Academy of Arts and Literature. Ne hindi ko nga alam kung papaano ako nakapasok in one of the most prestigious schools katulad nito. Ang alam ko lang ay ipinasa ni mommy yung form with one of my written stories and then BOOM! nakapasok ako. Hindi naman ako ganoon ka-galing magsulat at lalong lalo na ang makipagcompete dito sa mga students na magagaling din. Wala naman sana akong balak sumama kasi nakapag-enroll na ako sa ibang school pero namilit si mommy so I couldn't say no. Mommy doesn't want me to lose the chance and the opportunity.
The sound of the school bell suddenly disturbed the chain of thoughts i had a while ago. Students rushed out of the classroom, samantalang ako andito pa rin, nililigpit yung laptop na pinakaiingatan ko kasi kapag hindi...siguradong lalagutan ako ng hininga dahil dito nakasalalay yung kasiyahan at career ko.
"Ughh, magkasiya ka na kasi anong oras na magsisimula na yung next period!"
Bumuntong hininga ako dahil hanggang ngayon ay ayaw magkasya sa binili kong bag para dito
"Mukhang titignan ko muna yung size sa online shop bago ako umorder sayang naman pera ko...PUMASOK KA NA KASI"
Inis na inis na ako ng biglang may boses sa pintuan ng room. It was familiar and pagkatingin ko sa direksyon kung saan nagmumula ang boses...nakita ko si Arion standing at the door.
"A-Arion? I mean Pres! H-Hi?"
After what seems a lifetime he responded with the most unexpected words to come out of his mouth.
"Ipasok yung ano?" Sabi ni pres na may halong curiousity sa tono ng boses niya.
Wow...hindi ko expected na green din si Pres, o siguro guni guni ko lang yun at curious lang talaga siya
"Brielle? ano na? ano pa bang ginagawa mo dito? isn't your next sub about to start? c'mon hatid na kita doon"
"Ahh okay na ako don't worry. As for my laptop bibitbitin na lang kita"
sagot ko sa kaniya.
"Brielle...akin na yang laptop mo andyan lang naman yung room ninyo oh. " pagpipilit ni pres
Pumayag na lang ako kasi its just 8 minutes left before next period starts and plus its not like im going to lose anything sa paghahatid ni cru- I mean pres.
"Brielle? Ellleeeeee" winawagayway ni Arion yung kamay niya sa mukha ko.
"H-Ha?"
"Dito na tayo oh, tulala ka nanaman ano bang mukha ko? May dumi ba?" umiling iling na lang ako tapos tinuro niya yung sign sa taas ng door '3-B'
"Ayy Haha sorry nalulutang lang...ampog- ay este ang kulit mo kase sabi ko na kaya ko na eh"
"Ang sabihin mo kaya mong malate, wala man lang thank you diyan?"
"Edi thank you"
umalis na si pres while im here still contemplating whether papasok ako sa pinto or tatayo ako dito mag-iimagine. I decided na papasok ako, hinanap ko yung mga available na chair at ayon may nakita ako sa likod. Nagmamadali akong umupo dahil pumasok na yung next teacher namin na Si Mr. Fuentanilla,But I call him Mr. Len. Pinaupo na kami ni sir sa mga upuan namin and pulled out something from his bag that seems like a paper or is it a form?
Hindi ko rin sure kung ano yon peto bigla na lang ako tinawag.
"Nacional please come forward"
Kinakabahan ako, My legs suddenly turned to jelly because of the fear that I had done something wrong. Ano kaya toh at bakit ako tinawag?
TO BE CONTINUED
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