Killer's Call
“God, I hate the writer,” bulong ko sa sarili at napatingin sa itaas na tila ba pinaparinggan siya sa mga sentiments ko ngayon. Naririnig niya ba iyung mga mura ko? Yung mga iniisip ko? How about my thoughts? Probably not or yes. I don’t know.
But how could she be so cliché? I hate her so much!
So before the awarding starts, I was desperate to find a seat where no one would dare to sit beside me. No one or let’s say, more specifically that b***h Hijiranze. Two famous people were sitting beside me, I greeted them politely before sitting when a familiar face appeared in front of me.
“Just endure it as much as I do,” she whispered while the other man who was sitting on my right side disappeared, replacing him with Hijiranze. Urgh!
Hindi na ako nagsalita pa at nakinig na
