(FHS #3) Most people say she's a rebel, others call her a badass, but Reika De Juan is just a girl who follows her heart. So much that she ends up following the gay of her dreams, even if it means returning to Filimon Heights.
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"We all do crazy things for love." She shrugged, a smile plastered on her face.
"Yes we do..." I couldn't help but agree.
"How about you? What's the craziest thing you've done for love?"
"Keep this up and we're kicking you out."
I smirked at the Principal's remark. Is that a challenge I hear? Because if it is, then I am so down for it! I can't wait to leave a school that doesn't even support a student's individuality!
"Young Lady, you've only been in this school 3 weeks. 3 weeks! Please don't make us regret taking you in despite of your previous records—Reika De Juan are you even listening?!"
I looked up from my phone and faked a clueless expression by opening my mouth and blinking twice. "OMG sir, I am so sorry but I really couldn't hear you. My bullshit filter was on."
If the Principal has a heart condition, siguro inatake siya ngayon. If the Principal was the incredible hulk, siguro ako na ang inatake niya at binalibag kagaya nang pagbalibag nito kay Loki sa first Avengers film. Either way, the Principal looks so mad as hell so I guess i'll have to plan my Marvel Movie Marathon again since it seems like i'll be suspended again... or kicked out again?
Nalibot ko na ata ang lahat ng high school dito sa Wilkinson city. Gosh! Where can I find a school that will accept my individuality and not try to box me into a fcking robot?!
Before the principal could even breathe fire towards me, someone suddenly knocked on the door.
"Ako na po." I stood up and smiled innocently to the principal whose face is just as red as a tomato from all the anger he feels against me. I guess that's my bad.
I opened the door and as expected, I saw my savior in the form of a 70 year-old man in blue tracksuit, white bucket hat, and silver cane.
"Hey Gramps." Nagmano agad ko but he just crinkled his nose and made his way towards the principal's office, even sitting on the visitor's chair without being asked. He even placed his cane forward and held on to it with both hands. I don't know if he does it to support his flimsy back or it's just his habit.
"Good Morning, Attorney Magno." Mr. Principal immediately stood up to show courtesy on the former mayor of this little city.
