Chapter 3: The Once Saint
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Time flies so fast and finally it’s the first day of school, meaning it’s the first day of my new start as a new version of Lalisa Bartolome. It would also mean that my parents are already out to their town assignments. This spells f-r-e-e-d-o-m and t-o-t-a-l t-r-a-n-s-f-o-r-m-a-t-i-o-n!
Say goodbye to the Montreal’s prim-and-proper saint and say hello to the new chic!
Oh gosh! What am I talking about? I nearly smack myself up for saying weird things on my mind as I glanced on my reflection on the mirror with my newly cut and styled school uniform my grandma had helped me dealt with. On Chapter I of the Ideal Guide of Living Teenage Years, it states there that starting anew with a perfect get up is a good start.
My used to be below the knee pencil cut skirts was now cut higher above the joint knees. Even my long straight black hair reaching my butt was cut short into a wild shoulder level free flowing brown hair.
“Swear not to leave highschool a saint!” I couldn’t help but to swear to myself. On my behind, I heard my grandma laughs lightly with her back resting on her favorite rocking chair.
“Say goodbye to the Montreal’s prim-and-proper saint and say hello to the new chic!” she joked which made me instantly had goosebumps. Did she just said what I have in mind earlier?!
“OMG grandma! Do you have some sort of mindreading ability?” I asked in awe. Yet again, my grandma chuckles.
“What if I have?” With low tone, she replied.
“You do?” I once again asked with furrowed eyebrows. Just then, I am suddenly reminded of the time! Crap! I need to go to school right away! I hastily bid my goodbye and storm off the door.
Only then, I realized my grandma was joking…
“Goodbye grandma! Better keep that mindreading skill on yourself!”
“Silly girl! I’m just kidding. I kinda just copy pasted what you just said unconsciously.” The last thing I heard was her victorious laugh as I hailed a taxi.
My mind couldn’t seem to settle down with what I just realized. Gosh! Do I actually speak things on my mind aloud unconsciously without me knowing? If so, then I must be very careful with my thoughts.
Not long after, we reached Montreal High main gate. I handed my fair fee of ride to the driver and quickly get out of the taxi. A lot of students were already in the school, mostly with their civilian OOTD (Outfit of the Day) on. Only few wore their school uniform…
Alright!
Why did I show up in my school uniform today? It was an unwritten tradition that those who are practically geek and disciplined students would come on their school uniform, whereas wild and dare-devil students would come on their best pair of casual wear in the first day of school. I just failed to consider this fact on my operation of breaking free from my prim-and-proper stature. Indeed, habits are hard to change…
Breathing heavily, I proceeded crossing the main gate with thoughts of I may not have worn a casual OOTD, I can still slay with my new fashion style.
…And bet I wasn’t wrong.
Wit-wiw!
I heard some random guy whistled from my side. He was about six feet tall, standing proud with his denim jacket on. I don’t know but, I automatically felt something hot on my cheeks.
Gosh! Is this how it entails to be a chic?
I’m not used to this…
You better be! My sub consciousness scolded me. This is part of the deal.
- Writer
