Prologue

Prologue

Drip Drip Drop

I'm a ghost

Like a person who no one knows

Because I'm always unknown

Having a relationship as a parasite and a host

Drip Drip Drop

I'm the rain

Always full of sadness

And often unwanted

Someone who lacks happiness

Frequently, drips and water have fallen

Drip Drip Drop

Lastly, I'm like glass

Fragile and transparent with mass

If broken, the crack will never be repaired

A ghost, A rain, A glass

All of them have the same characteristics...

All of them are...

Frangible

***

09/03/2012

-OLIVIA-

"Hey, three idiots." the boy said.

The heck. I know that most highly annoying and irritating voice.

"Oy! Idiot!" he said.

One more, just one more…

"Hey, it’s the three idiots! I'm talking to you!" The annoying boy was rattling on continuously, but unfortunately for him, we were ignorant. Well, except for me.

"Piece of-" Ring! Ring! Ring!

Suddenly, both Ginger and Sandra grabbed my hand. They probably noticed my reddish face (which may be either from irritation or blushing). While being held by my two friends, I faced the boy saying, "Have a nice lunchtime, eat well! Let's go Ginger and Sandra.”Then I whispered, “Let's leave that handsome buffoon alone."

***

Now we’re in the school canteen, having our lunch.

"Since when does a buffoon become handsome? Haha!" said the girl wearing a headband. She’s my best friend, Cassandra Jane Lavarites, nicknamed “Sandra”.

"Haha, you know why she thinks that." laughed my other best friend, Jo Ginger Villanueva.

"Ahh it's because she has a crush on Lu-"

"Just wait a second! We made code names for us to use, especially if we're on the school campus, Sandra." I said sarcastically.

Code names. We made up code names for almost all our classmates for a reason, was it secrecy? Or… maybe it's just that we're scared that this situation may get worse than it already is.

"Sorry, Madame," Sandra cheerfully said, calling me 'Madame' again. I've been called 'Madame' ever since we became best friends. Out of the three of us, I'm the serious one who always has a stern look.

"Good Girl."

"By the way, it's a good thing you can resist him, Drip." Ginger stated, baffliing me, since that came out from nowhere.

"Ginger, are you a stalker? Just how in the world do you know my pen name?" I asked her; expecting an explanation. I’ve been posting my poems on an internet writing platform called Penpad. Although it’s mostly random writings, it’s surprising that Jo Ginger knew my pen name, Drip.

"It’s a secret." She replied with a smirk.

"You're right, Ginger. It's a good thing I resisted. I was thinking of throwing my shoes at him, but I just can't help but be mesmerized by his face," I joyfully said.

"Oh, come on..." those two said in unison along with a facepalm.