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CHAPTER 3

Author’s POV

“Ma’am is already there!” shouts a classmate of Maxine's as she runs into the room. The students were immediately seated. The formerly noisy room became quiet.

"Excuse me ..." Maxine whispered to the woman next to her. "Do you know who our Law-1 is?"

"Miss Calupe."

"Ah, is that nice?" the girl asked again.

The classmate looked at him angrily. “My God, you don't know Miss Calupe ?! she’s one of the terror Instructors in this University. ” there was sarcasm in its voice response. "As for your engot Maxine, we're going to graduate, oh!"

The girl's eyebrows rose slightly and she refused to look ahead. “The students here are really good. Asking well, eh .. ”

"What did you just say?"

“Nothing. You are beautiful. ” the girl's pride came out of her nose.

"Indeed."

“Just a joke. You believe it. ” smiled Maxine.

"Why really ---."

“Good Morning Ma’am!”

Maxine's neighbor was stunned by Miss Calupe's arrival, although she even sniffed a finger-sign at the girl.

"Good Morning!" and Miss Calupe.

Silence ..

“Okay ..” smiling Instructor introduction. He raised his hands to the desk and looked at the students seriously. "Before anything else, I want to give you guys a very warmth welcome .." dag-dag pa nito. “And as of that, get one whole sheet of paper ... now!”

The students followed in panic. The Instructor's voice rumbled at the last thing he said and something was written on the white board.

"Start answering now .."

After a while ..

"Ahhh..!" Maxine's moaning voice stopped. He was stoned with crumpled paper that looked like it was still full inside because of the pain. Intrigued he opened it to see what the flesh was, a white-out. annoyed he looked to the side but he just shrugged and smiled.

“What is that ?!”

Maxine looked at Miss Calupe as if bitten by a snake. He quickly hid the crumpled paper behind.

“What’s your full name?” the Instructor asked calmly, he stood up and stepped towards the maiden.

"Maxine Filmore ..." Maxine replied in a low voice. He was sweating profusely across their air-conditioned room.

"What is that behind your back?"

The girl swallowed one after another due to nervousness. it was as if his chest was pounding even though he had done nothing.

"It's nothing Ma'am .."

"Let me see .."

Maxine didn't move and just stared at the instructor.

"Are you cheating?"

“No Ma’am.”

"Then let me see it, or else you wouldn't like it, Miss Filmore."

the young woman anxiously handed the paper to the Instructor and silently prayed that nothing would be written there.

"Finish or not finish, pass your papers." said Miss Calupe later. It walked back to the desk.

The girl breathed a sigh of relief. That is, the paper is blank.

maxine’s POV

I am currently in the school mini-park and relaxing. I was almost there earlier. Why is the heat of the blood on me with those flashes? I'm going to pretend to be a martyr, I'm even more b-in-ully, when I fight like that. I don't know where I'm going, jusmeyo!

"I hate you Wilford!" none of my own cry. I lowered my head to the stone table.

** BLAGGGG! **

Shocked I lifted my face because of the crash.

"Darn!" brink of the man coming from where, holding hold of its hip while straining to stand. It looked at my habit.

where is he from ?!

Eventually it walked over to where I was.

"H-hi!" he forced a smile and sat down in front of me. "Mind if I join you?"

"It's OK." I replied. I stared at him, feeling. He's not that handsome but he's cute. "Where have you been? I don't think I noticed you. ”

He smiled, and both of his beloys came out. Kyaaaaaah!

"At the top of the tree ..." he looked in the direction of the mango tree in front of us.

"S-at the height of the p-tree?" ulit ko.

"Yeah, I was reading my favorite book." said the book, its Harry Potter.

She has a nice hang-out place, Lol!

"Are the students bullying you here?" the man asked later.

I looked at him questioningly. Feeling close to the older brother. He's not a gossip either, is he?

“Oh .. don’t get me wrong. It’s just that I heard you screaming you hate Wilford. ” its explanation that probably read my mind.

“Because I am not as rich as the students here. So being poor is like discrimination for them. ” buga ko. Suddenly I thought. I couldn’t help but look badly ahead. He is here on Campus, which means he is also a student here.

“Oh come on, don’t count on me. I’m not one of them. ” its laughable language. I think it was very obvious and it read my mind. "Honestly, I don't like the students here either, they're all stupid hypocrites."

I did not comment. Do I know if this ‘man’ is fooling me.

A few moments later, the bell rang, signaling for the next classes.

“I’m afraid I can’t stay here for long. I still have class. ” stand it. “By the way .. I’m Hevo. And you are?"

"Maxine ..."

"See you around Maxine ..." he smiled.

Hevo turned his back on me and started walking away, but was only a few steps away when he suddenly stopped and turned back.

"Uhm, friends?" smiling its question with both hands.

Yay!

"F-friends ..." I hesitated and accepted it.

"All right ..." he said with a wider smile, I also felt his slight squeeze on my hand.

I can't believe I followed the distant "My supposed friend", for the last three years I spent in Wilford someone also made friends with me! Not all the students here are arrogant, there are still some who are sober.

Lucas’s POV

I was on the veranda, closing my eyes as I breathed in the fresh air. Smelling the smell of nature. During my three years here in Sta. Monica seems to have my body accustomed to the weather and climate.

I took a deep breath. I can't help but think of those memories of my youth.

"Do it, Fernan!" Grandpa shouted orders to Tito. It was sitting in the silver chair in front with four elders. At the bottom of the hall were people lined up on each side, wearing black heel -length clothes. its faces are covered so that only a part of the mouth can be seen, like messengers of death.

In the middle stood Tito Fernan, fear and apprehension on his face. and behind it was a woman just the same age as Mommy bound with both hands, trembling and crying hopelessly. I had no idea what was going on inside.

“I can’t, Papa! Just let her go .. She hasn’t something to do with this! ” Titus shouted. “It was all my fault! i was the one who betrayed Ella .. ”

I tightened my grip on the door. So that woman is his mistress?

"You are a goddamn jerk, Fernan!" Grandpa's voice rumbled, eyes glazed with anger. Scary. "Are you gonna kill her, or I, myself will do it for you ..?" '

“I won’t allow anybody to hurt her. Not even you, Papa! ”

"She's a damn human, Fernan!" Grandpa roared. It's scary to listen to. Its eyes turned blood color. Its snout dropped and feathers grew on its face, and all over its body. its size and height are even doubled, causing the former veils to be damaged. The nails on the hand also went down as if anyone could be killed by it.

"I love her ..." Tito replied firmly, at the same time it also changed its appearance. became a monster like Grandpa.

In an instant they wrestled. I can't even see them so fast ..

..

...

... until Tito fell bloody ..

I gasped with horror, trembling. I was unaware of the tears falling in my eyes. back in my infancy I witnessed how Grandpa took the life of his own Son --- until I felt hands covering my eyes.

"Mom?" garagal ko. I was still trembling with fear.

“What are you doing here?” its question. "You shouldn't be seen by your Grandfather."

“But what was that Mom ..? How could he kill his own Son? ”

“Enough, baby. Someday you’ll understand why your Grandpa has to do it .. ”He hugged me tightly and stroked my back as if that would alleviate my fear.

i took a deep breath as i came back to reality. I opened my eyes. I feel hot and my muscles are shaking.

..I'm thirsty.

I jumped down from the third floor of the veranda, and effortlessly climbed the towering walls that serve as protection of our home.

..

Until..

...

I found myself in the dense woods of St. monica .. standing above the tree; watching and waiting to be victimized.

When I was young I knew something was wrong with my family ..

..we are not ordinary ..