★–[Luce Veritas Academy| Front gate| 7:30 AM]--★
A grand campus looms ahead—tall buildings, sleek architecture, and ivy-covered walls that scream prestige.
Inside a parked car, Jacob sits quietly between his adoptive parents. His eyes lock onto the academy gates.
> Giuseppe (smiling): "Son… this is it. Everything you've worked for—right in front of you."
>Isabella (kissing his cheek): "Take care of yourself, okay? Mom loves you. Mwah!"
>Giuseppe (chuckling): "Same here. Knock 'em dead, champ."
>Jacob (smiling softly): "Thanks. I'll make you proud."
He kisses them both on the cheek and steps out of the car.
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★--[Intrance]--★
Jacob walks with quiet awe, taking in the elegant surroundings—students chatting, leaves rustling, the occasional laughter echoing through the old stone walls.
Suddenly—BUMP!
He collides with a girl in uniform. Her phone slips from her hand and slides across the pavement with a soft clatter.
> Jacob (quickly): "Ah! Sorr—"
He doesn't finish the sentence.
His eyes meet hers—and then—
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***[MEMORY FLASH |January 13, 2013| Valencia | Bukidnon]***
He thought he was just watching the kids playing in the distance…
But then—
A crying girl, standing beside a couple near a white van.
She was holding a small bag.
Their eyes met. Just for a moment.
Then the van door shut.
She was gone.
★--[Back to Present]--★
> Girl (thinking): "Weird idiot".
>Girl (annoyed): "What the—?! Don't look at me like that!"
>Jacob (flustered): "Sorry!"
They both crouch down to grab the phone—their hands nearly touch. She freezes. Glares.
> Jacob (awkwardly): "I didn't mean to—really, I'm sorry."
>Girl (coldly): "Whatever."
She snatches the phone and walks away without another word.
Jacob watches her leave, confused.
> Jacob (muttering): "What a snob..."
But… she feels familiar.
He scratches the back of his head and continues walking.
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[Cut to: Classroom Entrance|8:20 AM]
The Door swing open.
Jacob enters the classroom—calm, focused. Students glance up. Whispers ripple through the room.
> Girl 1: "Is he new here?"
>Girl 2: "Yeah! That's Jacob, right? The one who won that contest in Rome."
>Girl 3: "He's kinda cute. And a writer? Ugh—I like him already."
Jacob quietly finds a seat and puts on his earpods, eyes forward—expression unreadable.
Then—
The door opens.
Selena Kaile De Gracia walks in—confident, elegant, sharp-eyed. A girl who turns heads without trying.
She notices Jacob immediately. Their eyes meet.
> Selena (raising a brow): "What?"
>Jacob (nonchalant): "Nothing. You just walk like a main character."
Selena scoffs, flips her hair, and walks past him.
> Jacob (thinking, half-smiling): Snob… but pretty.
He leans back, unaware this is just the beginning.
A Fe moments later.
The chatter fades as a man enters—tall, refined, commanding.
Professor Geo Venci Romano. A literary legend in his forties.
> Prof. Geo: "Good morning, class. Take your seats—we're starting."
He sets a thick attendance book on the podium and flips through it.
> Prof. Geo (reading): "Mr. Jacob Dagasdas Bellini?"
> Jacob (raising hand): "Present, sir."
>Prof. Geo (glancing up): "Ah, there you are. Fresh from Rome, I heard?"
Jacob nods slightly.
> Prof. Geo: "Very well. I am Professor Geo Venci Romano—your instructor in Advanced Literary Structure and Creative Expression. Or, as you call it, simply 'Writing Class.'"
He gestures toward Jacob.
> Prof. Geo: "Now, Mr. Bellini—introduce yourself."
Jacob stands.
> Jacob (confidently): "My name is Jacob Dagasdas Bellini. I write… because I breathe."
The class stirs. Selena raises an eyebrow.
> Selena (thinking): Cute, sure… but did he have to stare at me like some lovesick maniac earlier? What a creep.
> Prof. Geo (smirking): "Excellent. You may take the seat beside Miss Selena De Gracia."
Jacob walks over and sits beside her. She doesn't even look his way.
> Jacob (thinking): Yup. Attitude: activated.
A few moments later~~~
★--[Lecture Begins]--★
Professor Geo walks to the center of the room, brushing chalk dust from his sleeve.
> Prof. Geo: "Before we start today's lesson, I have a simple question."
(He turns to Jacob.)
"Why do you write?"
Then he addresses the class.
> Prof. Geo: "Let's hear from all of you. Miss Blanche, would you start?"
A confident girl flips her hair and stands.
> Calie: "First of all, it's Calie Blanche, not just 'hey you'—especially you, Jacob." (She winks.)
"I love writing because my imagination is insane. Like… a man falling in love with a mosquito."
The class laughs.
> Prof. Geo (chuckling): "Creatively disturbing. Sit down."
> Selena (muttering): "Overconfident clown."
Jacob catches her comment and looks at her.
> Selena: "What?"
>Jacob (covering): (pointing at the board behind her) "Delulu? What's that?"
Selena looks puzzled, and a bit irritated.
Everyone shares their answers—until only Jacob and Selena are left.
> Prof. Geo: "Miss Selena De Gracia?"
She stands, calm and composed.
> Selena: "I write because I love it. It runs in our family."
> Prof. Geo: "A legacy, then. Beautiful."
(He turns to Jacob.)
"And now, Mr. Bellini."
Jacob stiffens. The class goes silent.
> Jacob (hesitant): "Uh… I like writing…"
His voice cracks. Grammar slips. Some students giggle.
> Student 1 (whispers): "That's the writing champ?"
Student 2: "His English sucks."
Jacob bows his head.
Selena watches, but says nothing.
> Prof. Geo (firmly): "Enough. Respect goes both ways."
(He eyes the student in the back.)
"Mr. Alejandro, your grammar isn't exactly Shakespeare either."
Silence.
> Prof. Geo (calmly): "Go on, Jacob."
Jacob breathes in. Lifts his head.
> Jacob: "My English… isn't perfect. I know.
But I write because I love telling stories.
And more than that—because I want to fulfill my mother's dream.
Even if she's no longer here… I want to finish what she started."
The room quiets. Even those who laughed now look down.
Selena glances at him—still unreadable.
> Prof. Geo (softly): "Thank you, Jacob. That was brave. And for the record—you're more than good enough."
RING!
The bell rings loudly.
> Prof. Geo: "That's all for today. Class dismissed."
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After class ended, both of them hurriedly packed their things into their bags. Just as they were about to leave, they bumped into each other again.
> Selena (annoyed): "Seriously?! Are you doing this on purpose?"
Jacob just stares—not at her, but past her.
A photo on the nearby board catches his attention.
A landscape from Bukidnon. A place he visited before leaving the Philippines.
Selena follows his gaze…
And sees the photo too.
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[FADE TO BLACK]