Chapter 1

This is how it started.

"Carlene! Yoe! Faster! We're already late for our 2nd subjellct! Hey!" my lovely cousin slash best friend shouted on my ear. I look at her madly.

"I know right! That is not my problem anyway! You is the reason why we will become late." I insist. She looked at me annoyingly. Well I am right. If she doesn't force me to go with her ow –so-lovely-crush-Steven's classroom we will never be late. I smile at her playfully and walk as slow as I can.

"Ah! Shut up! I know!"

"uhu?" I still walk slowly. I want her to get more annoyed.

"Okay, okay sorry! It's my fault. Now, can you walk more quickly?" she beg, but still, I want her to get more annoyed so, I still continue what I am doing.

"Gosh!" I just laugh. She knows she can't do anything if I want one thing.

Amity Jones, my precious cousin slash best friend, since kinder garden, our friendship was born. When we are in the 2nd year high school, I thought she is just my best friend. Nothing more nothing less. But when our parents meet they already know each other. So we get curious, we ask them how, and then they elaborate their history. Since that day, our friendship becomes stronger than before we don't have any reasons why we will betray each other. We maybe throw a lot of harsh words, we don't mean it.

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I am now walking alone at the hallway, I just realize that we have different schedule. I don't know why, but I am so afraid right now. I think I need to move more rapidly. Gosh! Why? I checked my schedule to lessen the heavy feelings I have, but to my surprise, oral communication. 0-0. Mr. Sanchez! NO WAY!

I walk- no! I run as fast as I can. This must not happened! The most terror professor in this campus! I don't care if my pants inside my skirt almost see. I don't care about it I care about my image!

I-AWW! I slip on the floor unexpectedly. I touch my back to reduce the pain but I make a wrong decision. It became severe.

"Help?" a guy handle his arm. I face him but he is too tall that's why my back aches. Ack!

"Okay then-"I thought he will leave me but be carry me in bridal style. I can't refuse. I need help right now. But gosh! It is so embarrassing.

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"What is your name?" the guy asked. I faced him with confused look. I know this guy helped me but that is not the reason why I have to give my name easily. It is already 2063. Simple uttering my name can get my whole identity.

"Why? Did you going to used it for some not important matters?" I asked him.

"I need it." He pointed his index finger on the nurse that is now standing in front of the door. I think she is waiting for my name. I still fix my reaction. I know my response is so embarrassing but I need to hide it. Geez.

"Carlene. Carlene Montez." I answered confidently. The guy just nod to the nurse and the nurse smiled at him.

"The nurse said you just need rest. Take it." He hand the medicine so I get it. I was about to say something but he turn and go away. Thank you. Wait! I don't have his name!