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BRANDON’S POVLast week, I was in San Francisco. This week, I’m in Seattle. I hate moving to another state. I hate going to a new school especially now, I’m in my senior year. How could I possibly get a high grade in my SATs if we keep on moving. Damn parent separation.
“Brandon Lee Carter,” Mom shouted from the kitchen.
“Can you please, get down here?” What does she want? I’m freaking tired from all that computer game I’ve been playing. Can I just get some peace and quiet?
“Hey, mom sa—“ “I KNOW. SHUT UP!” I hate it when my annoying little sister, Sara reiterates mom’s words. It makes her more annoying. I hate little sisters.
I went down and saw mom finishing unpacking and putting up our happy pictures on top of the fireplace. I miss those days when we just hang out and have fun and take lots of pictures. Wow, I sound gay. I walked towards her and helped her finish out the box.
“What do you want mom?” Mom’s a nagger. That’s from my experience and dad’s habitual mouthing of her. I don’t blame mom, though. She has been working really hard for our living unlike dad who’s always in front of the television whenever we get home from school. In short, mom’s a bank manager while dad’s a bum. Now, I wonder why mom filed a divorce? Just kidding.
“Are you done unpacking? Tomorrow’s a big day, honey.” Oh yeah. School starts tomorrow. How exciting. Sarcasm, anybody? I hate first days, especially if you’re a transferee and an incoming senior. First off, you get lost. Second, you meet bullies. Third, terror teachers. Four, you sit with NO ONE during lunch and lastly, IT’S JUST PLAIN WRONG.
“Honey, are you listening?”“Uh, yeah,” We went to the kitchen and sat down on a chair. Sara joined in.
“I mean, I finished unpacking and I’m ready for school, I guess.” I AM SO NOT.
“How about you, Sara?” God, there goes the star.
“Are you ready for the big day? You’re a freshman now!” Mom’s more excited than I am. She should go to school. Let see how long she can last.
“TOO EXCITED!” Sara squealed. Since she was born, she has been the star of the family. She’s always the smarter one. The more athletic one. The talented one. And now, she’s a freshman. WHOOPIE! Sara has always been on the top ten in our school. She enters a talent contest and she goes out winning. She played soccer, and guess what? Yes, she’s the team captain. God, she’s good. That’s why she’s the favorite one. Though, mom always says we’re equally loved. It doesn’t seem that way. Even our grandparents love her more than me, THE FIRST BORN. WHAT IS UP WITH THAT?
“I think, I’m going to run for batch president! What do you think mom?” Batch president? Goodluck with that,` lil sis.
“That’s sounds great!” She shrieked. They are so the same! Our relatives would say that Mom and Sara are alike as for me, they say Dad and I have resemblances. Thanks, but no thanks.
“How about you, Brandon?” Thanks for the question mom. I didn’t want to answer that so I just shrugged and asked for her permission to go to bed.
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“Brandon,” I felt someone moving me. Is it an earthquake? No. Impossible. But what if it is? Shut up, brain. Go back to sle—
“Brandon! BRANDON!”“WHAT?” I sat down on my bad and saw Sara. Great day to start.
“Damn it, Sara! I’m still sleeping!”“Then, wake up, jerk!” She shouted near my ear that made me cringed. Did I say, I hate little sisters?
“DAMN IT, SARA! I’m going back to sleep.” Before I could, she literally dragged me to my comfort room. God, I hate her.
“What is up with you? I’m sti—““It’s quarter to eight, and WE’LL BE LATE FOR SCHOOL!!!” she yelled. I looked at my wall clock and it is-- oh shxt! I rushed and grabbed Sara, a piece of waffle and ran out. Great! JUST GREAT. It’s raining! I didn’t even bring an umbrella. What a first day. We both went inside my car and I revved the engine. I hope traffic’s not jammed, or else. I swear to Go—
“Great,” Sara sighed.
“It’s jammed. Thanks to you, Big Bro!” Have I mention I hate her?
I parked my car in the school parking lot and we both got down.
“Damn it!” I’m late! How would I possibly know it’ll rain in Seattle? I’ve only been living here for a week and on my first day of senior year, I’m late. How stupid can that be?
I went inside Greendale High and walked through a deserted corridor. I looked at my schedule and found out that my first class is in room 501. Where is the school map when you need one? Damn. Where the fvck is room 5—OH, THERE IT IS. God, that’s easy.
I opened the door and everyone looked at me—the transferee—THAT FEELS AWESOME. NOT. Anyway, I went in front and handed a piece of paper to the teacher (who, I think her name is Ms. Sulley). She announced my name to the whole class which by the way is more annoying than getting stares. It’s like, they’re saying—
“Geek,” one of the students said as I walked passed him to take a seat. Great! I’m late, I’m new and I’m a geek. Just perfect.
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TRANSLATION:
Dios, que es hermosa! = God, he’s gorgeous!
manera más caliente = way hotter
Puede usted decir? = can you tell?
Cierto = true
¿te acuerdas = remember?
¿En serio? = really?
el rey le espera en la su oficina = King is waiting for you in his office
Dile a él, estoy llegando = Tell him, I’m coming.
el rey no espera por nadie = The king does not wait for anybody
Te vas a casar = You’re going to get married!
Princess Asana exclaimed as we were watching New moon, again. Princess Mia is out. She’s in Spain right now doing Princess works. She’s the busiest and most charitable one. You probably know who Princess Mia is. She’s the crowned Princess of Genovia, meanwhile Princess Asana is also a crowned Princess of a small island near Morocco. I, on the other hand, is also a Crowned Princess of a small island near Spain. Our official language, is well, Spanish. Puede usted decir?
“Dios mio, Princess Asana!” I laughed. It’s fun being with Asana, she’s nice, fun, energetic and ready for anything. Princess Mia, is the artista among the three of us. She loves pintura, yoga, playing croquet and taking orders from Reina Clarisse. I’m not a fan of my father, the Great, King Hector Alejandro IX. He’s a boss to everyone, including me. Princesa Beatriz, do this. Princesa Beatriz, do that. ARGH! I’M SICK OF THAT.
“Jacob Black is manera más caliente!” I exclaimed.
“Cierto, cierto,” She agreed with a giggle.
“So, Princesa Beatriz, what are you—your father’s plan for you this evening?” She let out a laughter.
“The grand ball is tonight, ¿te acuerdas?” Grand Ball, do I need to explain? Sheesh. It is well, a big party for us princesa coronada to meet príncipes from other countries and hopefully, meet our match and marry one another. This event is the most cliché event of all. We don’t need a prince to rule our land. We are just fine on our own.
“Father wants me to meet Principe Augustinu of Rominicano.”“¿En serio?” she giggled again.
“Have you seen him already?” “Sí, fotografía,” she replied with an ‘ahh’.
“Anyway, I have to head back to the Palacio to get ready. You should too, ¡nos vemos!”“sí, sí,” She stood up and lead me to the door.
“See you, Princesa Beatriz!”--------------------
I reached the Palacio in fifteen minutes. We used a car instead of a carriage. Yes, we still use them. Especially the royalties to still make our traditions alive as ever.
“mama?” I entered the big castle door. What was I thinking? She couldn’t possibly hear me. I went up to my room and rested for a while.
“Princesa Beatriz, necesita para estar listo para el baile!” Mayor Candelaria said as she entered my room. She can’t speak English, so I’ll translate her for you. She said, I need to get ready for the ball. Geez, I just got home and I need to get ready already? What’s new.
“bueno,” I stood up and walked inside my cuarto de baño.
“¿Qué te parece este vestido?” She asked me what do I think of the gown she’s holding. I looked at it, a
Marco Jazono classic.
“Too sad, mayor,” I answered. She held up another gown, but this time, it’s an old English kind of
gown.
“Too old,” I laughed. Finally, she held up a
Megan Seymour classic gown. It’s beautiful in all the right reasons.
“Just perfect,”My cosmetics team started with my make-up and my hair. I should get an oxygen tank. With all those powders and things they put on me, I’m surprised I don’t have asthma.
“Princesa, el rey le espera en la su oficina,” mi personal criada informed me. Da—oh, I’m sorry, the King needs me in his office. What does he need now.
“Dile a él, estoy llegando!” uh, I’M COMING! I’M COMING! I hate it when the King wants me in his room. Always a bad news. Remember.
“el rey no espera por nadie!” Believe me, for me, he will.
I walked through a very sad hall inside this very big palacio, finally, reaching The King’s Office. I entered and saw him and mama seating on the sofa. As I entered, they were whispering VERY LOUD. Which wasn’t a whisper at all.
“Te vas a casar!” GET MARRIED? WHAT?
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Hey, Everyone! So, here's chapter one. (: Hope you like it. It's mostly about Brandon and Bea's normal lives. An introduction.
Comments?
ELLA Thanks, enjoy!
Don't call me ate! Hahaha. I'm young pa.
DANNI Ah, yun naman pala! Hahaha. Enjoy chapter one.
MARY Enjoy. Thanks for reading!
KIM Apir, magkakasundo tayo. I'm random, too. HAHA! =)) I have no clue kung saan ako magccollege. Hahaha. Cos, magmamigrate kamisa US e. Haha! So no plans pa.
Cool, goodluck! I suggest, UP and UST. Atleast, pag hindi pumasa sa UP, for sure, papasa ka sa UST. hahaha! =))
Bring a jacket when you take the UPCAT. Haha!
AIRA I watch DORA THE EXPLORER. HAHAHAHAH Loljk. I have this book with all the spanish translation and stuffs. It's hard to construct a sentence. :| Enjoy, reading! Thanks x
ANGELICA JOY Thanks for reading!
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