LAUREN ZSANELLE
At exactly 11 in the night, we landed safely in the piece of land of the Philippines and it’s currently raining. Our baggage was in the machine so it’s safe from the water. I look like a wet chick while Harrold still looks human and he got hotter with the rainwater coming down to his face.
“Ma’am Lauren! Sir Harrold!” a man shouted and I saw Jade and Gertrude. “They are shameless,” I commented and Harrold just chuckled beside me. Harrold is pushing our cart we are in the parking lot and I am rolling my eyes at them.
“You don’t even get us an umbrella!” I complain about them because I am wet and I felt like none of my clothes were dry. “Dry the car’s seat tomorrow,” I ordered and they nodded. Harrold sit beside me as soon as he finished placing our baggage in the compa
