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I was currently waiting for my brother. He said that he would come here.
Within a few minutes, the doorbell rang. Alright.
I grabbed my things as I went where the main door was. I opened the door and there he was, wearing his corporate suit. His age was twenty-five and already handling one of our companies here in the Philippines.
"Let's go?" Kuya Mike invited and I nodded as my response.
We headed outside, walking directly to the lift of the building. As soon as we entered inside, Kuya Mike pressed the button where the parking floor was located.
"Either way, are you ready for school?"
"Yes, of course. Ready as always," I replied with a sarcastic tone.
He smiled lightly. "At least pretend that you like going to school." And chuckled against his throat. "I'll give your requirements inside the car."
"Okay," I replied while grinning.
"I hope you'll gonna enjoy your stay here."
"I should be. I think this will gonna be fun." My voice was a bit low when I say those words. "And I hope so," I whispered the last part.
"Well, it can help you to keep your identity," he answered with a comforting voice.
"Right."
Then afterward, the elevator dinged, signaling that we had arrived on the parking garage floor. As we entered his car, a memory flashed inside my mind. I was reminded of the things I had done just yesterday.
"Kuya," I called when he sat on the driver's seat. "Buy me a car, in case of an emergency.” I laughed warily with a hopeful look.
He studied my expression first but seemed like he knew it already what had happened why I needed a car. "Not a problem," he conceded, laughing silently. "Just wait until the weekends."
"Sure, that would be great!" My face lit up, still having my enthusiastic smile. “Thank you, Kuya! I really love you!"
He laughed. "You’re only telling me that you love me when you needed something, Miracle."
“Pft.” I almost choked, trying not to laugh. Am I that wicked?
Kuya Mike only patted my head and started the engine of the car, maneuvering the steering wheel smoothly.
Minutes of driving, we finally reached the Universitas du Soliel. Obviously, this school was for elites.
"Here are your papers," he stated—the car was already parked—then handed me the requirements. "Go straight to the Guidance Office, and take your schedule, okay?"
"Noted," I said as I kissed him in the left cheek. Opening the car door, I went outside. But before I left, I looked over to check on him. "I'm going. Take care!" Smiling, I waved my right hand.
He smiled as well. "Likewise, my princess. See you later."
I closed the door and he started the engine again. I watched him go until I lost my sights on his car.
As I entered the University, you would see the fountain in the middle of buildings that surrounds with green scenery—the student's oasis. For the buildings, they were all in modern designs, constructed with glass and concrete materials. They also applied the style of what was called minimalism in architecture.
I continued walking on the corridor, eyes were on me. What was wrong? Was this only their first time seeing a transfer student? Did I look weird? No. I was just wearing a complete uniform. Flat shoes. No make-up. My hair was in a ponytail with my wavy black hair. I had a full-bangs, too. Right, of course, I didn't forget about my nerd glasses. I looked fine. Why would I not?
"OMG! There’s a new face here in our school! Is she a transfer student?"
I eyed the lady who spoke not from afar.
"Isn’t obvious?" There was another lady beside her.
I laughed secretly and continued walking.
Back to my business, I needed to find the Guidance Office. As I walked and walked, I found it. Thank goodness. I entered the office, the Guidance Councilor welcomed me. As an observation, she was in the mid-'30s. I greeted her politely and bowed my head. I grew up in Japan, so I had adapted to their culture.
She nodded and replied, "Please sit." Then offered the vacant chair near her table. "You're Miss Montero, aren’t you?" I nodded my head once. "This is your schedule.” She handed me the papers I needed. “Good luck and good day to you."
"Yes, Ma'am. The same with you," I replied and took the papers, then left the office silently.
The next thing I had to do was to find my classroom. Honestly, I didn’t know where to start. It was not here with the requirements that Kuya Mike gave me. The schedule that the Guidance Counselor handed me didn't have a map, either. Anyway, I needed to look for it as my only choice.
Again, I walked and walked and walked. Once I was in the corner of the room, I felt like something hit me again!
My sights got distorted a bit and fixed my eyeglasses. And how come that I didn't feel any presence?
As an instinct, I would look up involuntarily.
So I did. Then I mentally gasped.
Chance?
Eh . . . He was studying here as well? The same with his friends?
What a coincidence . . . again.
I smiled to myself. I found this fun. He knew me, didn't he?
"Sorry," I apologized with a simpering tone.
"Next time, be careful," he uttered coldly and left like nothing happens.
Whatever.
I abruptly gripped the straps of my backpack. I should hurry. I looked at my wristwatch, the time said that it was already 7:25 in the morning. Five minutes left. I fastened my pace and sharpened my sights searching for the right homeroom I belonged. After minutes of walking, my efforts were paid. Finally, I found my room. I smirked ruefully. Here it goes.
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