Chapter 1

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VLANCE

My peaceful sleep was ruined by the loud sound coming from my phone as it keeps ringing. My face automatically crumpled, irritatedly.

Kinapa ko ang bedside table para kunin ang maingay na cellphone habang nakadapa pa rin ako sa kama at nakapikit ang mga mata ko. Ang magulong buhok ko ay nagkalat sa mukha ko.

Nahagip ng kamay ko ang phone at malakas ko itong inihagis sa kung saan at kasunod nito ay kumawala ang malakas na pagkawasak at nahinto ang ingay. Sigurado akong ang manager ko nanaman ang tumatawag at babatiin nanaman ako ng walang katapusang sermon.

Bumalik ako sa pagtulog, pero bago ko pa magawa 'yon ay biglang bumukas ang pinto ng silid ko.

"Good morning, sweet little Vlance!" I grunted out in annoyance when I heard my brother.

"Leave me alone! You moron!" I growled.

"Gumising ka na d'yan. You're ganna be late to your class again." I grimaced when I felt his fingers pinched my chicks.

"Pwede bang umalis ka na?" I pushed him.

"Fine. But promise, go to school, okay?" he said convincing me, and then he left.

Napatadyak ako sa inis. Hindi na ako makabalik sa pagtulog kaya bumangon na lang ako.

"G-Good m-morning, ma'am V-Vlance!" the maids nervously greeted me.

"Hindi ba't ilang ulit ko nang sinabi sa inyo na 'wag niyong pakikialaman ang mga gamit ko?" I roared.

"M-Ma'am, p-pasensya p-po. S-Si Sir Vlad po kasi, inutusan n'ya kaming linisin itong silid mo," one of them apologetically explained with her stuttering mouth.

"Hindi ko tuloy mahanap ang gamit ko dahil inayos niyo!" I was looking for my hoverboard.

"Ma'am, hindi po ba mas madaling maghanap kapag maayos ang gamit?" Natigil ako sa paghalughog nang sumagot ang impertinenteng katulong.

I scowled at them. "Lumabas na kayo," I just said with a frown in my face.

I am much comfortable with my stuff unfixed. I hate orderliness. I perceive it as fear. Perfect people are weak and coward, they are afraid of adventures, chaos, instability. They don't know how to have fun. They don't see the whole dimension of the world and life. That is why people see me as a psychopath monster, but I don't give a damn.

"O-Opo. Ha-Handa na po ang breakfast," nauutal na sabi nila at agad nag-unahang lumabas na halos kulang na lang ay kumaripas sila na parang nakakita sila ng halimaw. Well, I guess, they just did.

I went to my walk-in closet. Ang kaaayos lang na closet ko ay mabilis na nagulo. I don't get why girls are good at maintaning their stuffs so organized, samantalang ako ay hindi ko magawang panatilihing maayos ang gamit ko, kahit sa loob lang ng isang oras.

"Urgh!" I grunts out, almost giving up when I can't find my favorite shirt collections—the Beatles. Most of my shirts are from that famous 1960's band.

I guess, they are now at the laundry so I went to the laundry hamper and I was right. Nasa labahan na ang lahat ng shirt ko so I pick one and smelled it. "Pwede pa 'to," I said, and then I wore the still unwashed shirt.

I picked the tattered 3/4 pants that was scattered on the floor which I had worn yesterday. I'm gonna wear it again today.

I went to my sneaker's room storage and choose the Givenchy white and black elestic urban sneaker and wore it. I don't collect heel shoes or any girls' stuff ever since I was a kid, but I'm definitely not a lesbian. I'm just not into girl stuffs. I'm not comfortable wearing such.

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