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waaa!..

iiyak n dpat ako ee..
pinipigil ko lan..
kse bka mhuli ako ng mom ko..
huhuh..
poor melvin..

tpos n ung story..
wla n kong aabangan every weekends...
huhu..
wla ng Melvin at Tyna...

huhuh...


very well done sis..
hands down ako sayo..
its been a very wonderful story..


i'll watch out for ur next story..

i really love the story....
tnx for sharing ur talent..

hu!3..
bat ganon yon?
kakaiyak tlgah sis!
wa2 nmn si tyna!

an' bilis natapos nng story sis!
hayy nakuh!
liit na lng ang magagandang
stories dito!,
wla na yong pnka-gusto ko!
jiji..
Btw,kip it up sis
babols:D..
ang galing mo tlgah!
em proud of yah!
mamatx sa pnka-mgndah mong
story!
wee.
lab it!

aww bruha tapus na!
ganda ng ending. wooohhh tagos
imysm bruha ko

ang dami pla..hahah..

nice story you got here.
ganda nung way pano ikwento.
nakakatuwa basahin.
too bad nga lang namatay si melvin.
di tuloy sila nakapagpakasal at nakapagmultiply. *sigh*

i'll be waiting for your next story.

keep it up.

wuahhhhh grbe pu tlga naiyak aq sa ending na un!!

ayt' tulo ng tulo ung luha q huhuhuhu

poor tyna ala na c melbs,,,

cool story...
grabe ang ganda ng end....
tpuz naintindihan ku pah...
kc taglish ehh...

"Your heart is the key to your puzzled lucky charm."
"You should open not only your eyes, buy your heart too, just to see the reality."
Preview

"You know you can't go with them, Gabriella!" Granny said loudly while pointing her index finger to me.
"B-but Granny. . . I must submit the-"
"No." She walked away with her arms, folded across her chest.
"Fine." I murmured and went to my room.


Oh great, I thought as I banged the door. At least I'm alive, I thought again and rolled my eyes. Right. At least I'm alive. At least I survived from Leukemia. At least I escaped from my way to death. At least my heart is back from beating again. At least. . . But at least, what?! I'm just stuck in this stupid house, doing nothing! Can't I have my true freedom? Wow. How I wish I didn't survive from that disease.


"I can't stay here doing nothing. Perhaps I should. . ." I should. . Sneak? I think that's the right word . I opened the door quietly, though there was a bit tsssked when I opened it, granny didn't turn around. That was safe, really. Next step na, my mind commanded. I tiptoed and tiptoed until I reached the gate.  ;D

Yes! I cheered to myself and held my hand up, high. I opened my umbrella and started walking.

I'm not sure where to go, moreover, where to have fun.  I just don't know. I can't contact my friends either; I don’t want them to get involved at my stupidity. I think it would be better to stay here in this place for the whole night. Instead of going back again to that house and receive the unlimited scolds of my grandmother.

"Thief! Go for him!" I heard the police. I immediately moved with fear. Why can’t you people leave me alone?! I mean this place. This is the only place I can pour my heart to the fullest. Why?! 

A tall guy suddenly ran towards me. And I was like, NOOO!! I'm indeed blessed, not only because of my unluckiness but also because of this situation. I don’t know what to do; now that my life is in danger.

He was gasping for air. He was shot by a police. What can I do now? Help him? No I’ve got enough trouble. And he's a thief. He's a bad guy. B-but. . . :-\ He lied down and rested. And when I walked closer, I saw his face.

He was unique. He looked young. He’s probably, a teen. His face remained perfect even though it was full of brownish bruises and scratches. His lips were rose pink. He opened is eyes.  "Waa!" I jumped in disbelief. No way! I thought. His eyes were aqua blue!  Beautiful.

And that was the very first time an "almost-perfect" guy laid his eyes on me. Moreover, that was the time that made my roller-coaster heart drives the craziest, again.


"Y-you. . ." he tried to open his eyes again, I looked at the different direction. I'm not sure at this, I thought. I should call the police. Ugh. I'm so slow when deciding things like this. I stood up carefully and slowly.

"P-please. . ." he was reaching for my hand. I just sighed. Okay fine, he needs my help. I'll help him. I sat down beside him.

"Close your eyes, young man. I'll cure you." He did close his eyes and immediately laid his head on top of my hips. If I were a lady whose personality is noisy and girly, I would be screaming by now. This is a total harassment. And look, I don’t even know the guy!

"I'm so sorry if I got you involved, I didn't mean to- Ouch!" I was looking at the full moon when I touched his big bruise on his cheek.

"Could you just try not to talk, for a while? " I bragged as he reached the alcohol for me.

"Sorry, I w-was just explai- ow!" Ugh. He’s naughty. I took a deep breath and raised one eyebrow. "Please?!" My eyes were like big donuts. So that I would convince him and, you know. . .

"Fine." he closed his eyes and breathed. I placed a warm towel in his shoulder, it was filled with blood.  :-X

I would say it again. He looked so perfect. Long spiky hair that circled his forehead, a perfect-bridged nose, rose pink lips, pinkish pale skin, six-feet tall and aqua blue eyes. He has everything. He has everything that a girl wants for her soul mate. He has everything that would make the girl's day complete. He holds the potential to make him a girl's life lucky charm.

"I only have Popo." I blushed at the idea while looking at the guy. He immediately flinched at the phrase I said. Why? Did I say something rude about that? Why did he just react like that? He looked at me with agony in his eyes.

He moved slightly and I saw his pocket. Of course what would I do? Grab it. There are a lot of cards in it, but the other one has a picture of him, so I looked at it.

    October 2003
    Felix Caegan 14 M
    Britain Empire
    Dark Souled - Mission not yet accomplished

So he's eighteen now. I got curious to the other info and came up with the question, What's with this? What Empire? A-and. . . Soul?! I kept on finding the right answer. But I can't figure out what! Instead, this whole thinking-thing made my head the worst! T-T I just put back his black wallet.

"O-o-ouch. . ." he said, cracked. He held his hair and sat. I pushed him slightly so that he could sit down. "A-are you okay? F-Fe-" I asked with the unfinished sentence I said. He might think that I did something to his things. So it's better to NOT say his name.

"Yes. Thank you, Miss." He tapped my hair. Wow. What does he think am I? Am I a child? "Your Welcome Mister." I removed his hand and took the towel in his shoulder. He suddenly grabbed my arm and looked at me directly.

"W-w-wait. . ." Oh sh*t. I was blushing. NOO!! 

Then slowly, his face was getting closer. And closer. And closer. Close enough that I can already smell his warm breath and see my self in his eyes.

"Wait!" I gasped and closed my eyes tightly. This is. . . No-no.

Then, I felt something warm that touched my lips.

It was really hot. Like fire! "Thank you, again." I opened my eyes and saw him, touching my lips. Wow, I thought he was kissing me. H-huh?! I didn't say that, did I? Ugh! Never mind.

"Why did you do that? What's the-" I said very quickly but he cut me off.

"Goodnight, Miss." he smiled and walked away. He ran so fast that it didn't make me to follow him anymore.

"Weird..." I murmured as I walked my way back. I was planning to go to the dress shop I usually visit, before. And, I want to talk to Peter, the shop owner, for a while. I want an advice from him-you know him, a problem expert. I want to see my models there, too.

I was shivering. I saw a man standing in front of the shop's door. I was very lucky at that time-because the shop is still open-and I seldom visit this place nowadays.

"Peter!" I shouted and waved my hand. The guy looked away from the stars, and turned to me. "Gabby! Is that you? " He ran and embraced me. "It's been a while. Come, come. Get inside, it's pretty cold here." He led me to the room and gave me a cup of coffee.

"Nanny knew this, right?" He asked while removing my sweater. "Um. No." I said quietly and shook my head. "Really?! W-wait, I'll call her and say-"

"No!" I screamed. I don't want her to know that I am here. I don't, I really don't. :'( "But why? She'll blame me." He looked so scared, what a coward gay . "It's alright, Peter. I won't tell her." I grinned, he was convinced. He knows who I am. And he knows that he can trust me at times like this.

I was counting my favorite models inside the room. I mean, manikins. I turned and counted them, "Tina, Jane, Pat, James, Derick, Po-" Wait. Popo's missing! Why the hell is that?! I flinched and stood up. Damn it, Popo's not here! Where is he?!

"Where's Popo." I said in a low tone. It wasn't a question, actually. "Where's Popo?! They're incomplete!" I bragged and went to the stock room. They hid him. But where?! He should be here. He should. "Popo is..." I was waiting for him to finish the sentence, but he never did. "Answer me. Where is he?" I asked calmly. I need to cool my self a little bit.

The gay held his chin and said, "We brought him to the Old shop. We accidentally dropped him." No way! I just frowned and didn't dare to speak. This manikin was the best manikin I'd ever seen. Then, they had him destroyed, because of their carelessness?

"I'm sorry about this, Gabby. I-I'm really... I didn't mean to-" I stopped him, "No, it's okay. I understand. I guess I won't be dancing with a manikin for the night." I sighed. Since the disease attacked my body, I never got the chance to attend the JS promenade. Then one day, granny showed me this shop. Peter offered Popo, and said, Here, he can be your first dance. And since I was super hopeless that I can't attend the prom anymore, I grabbed the chance. Well actually, the reason why I always come here is him. He's the reason. I want to dance with him even though I know it's pretty lame.

"Well," I frowned, "I think I need to go now, Granny is so..." I didn't finish the sentence anymore, I don't want to show him how rude I am to my grandmother. "Sure, sure. Nanny's really worried right now." He arranged the things I disarranged-that was embarrassing:/- and there, we waved goodbye to each other.




"You should eat, Gabriella." Ugh. It was granny's voice again. Give me a break. "My appetite, Granny. I don't feel eating. I'll just eat tomorrow." She cornered me. "Look, young lady. You know what you are lacking? Protein. You need these. Please, for your mother's sake. . ." she mentioned my mother again. I really hate her.

"Please granny. Enough!" I started to cry again. I don't want to hear it anymore. "I know! I know my mother died because of me, so please?! Stop now?!" I sobbed Again, I banged the door in front of her face and jumped on my bed. I want to go to sleep. I want to feel the peace again. I want to dream about many things. About my relatives, about my family, about Felix. No! I'm not falling for him, I'm just interested. You know curiosity.



"Hi Gab, how's the week end?" Sabrina asked me as I entered the crowded room. "It was crazy. First I met someone, a weirdo-I guess, then Peter destroyed Popo, then my grand mother blew my day off." I put my bag down and the books.

"You met someone? Who? Is it a he? or she?" Oh, she's starting, again. She love gossips, and some couple talks. "He, I guess? Well. He was tall. Naah. He's just weird." I said while wiping my eyeglasses.

"Tall?! Oh my gosh, anything else?! How about the-" Ms. Merlina walked in, everyone silenced, even me. I want to say something, so I stood immediately. "Ms. Merlina. I want to talk to you, if that's okay." I said calmly.

"Yes Miss Hanley? Is there anything wrong?" I grabbed her outside. This is going to be hard. "I would like you to switch my schedule. I want to attend classes at nighttime." Everyone was shocked, even me. I was shocked because they heard me.

"What's with the sudden-?" It's none of her business, so why ask? "It's private. I'll start today. Please switch my subjects and my schedule. Thank you." I walked away but she got me. “But you can’t just switch ways, Ms. Hanley” she raised one eyebrow, “it’s dangerous for a girl like you.”

“It’s none of your business if I'm going to die. I’m off. Thank you.” Granny doesn’t know about this and I do mind telling it to her.

I waited for evening. I thought it would be easy for me. But it was hard! It was hard to keep my eyes from closing. Even coffee couldn't solve my problem! Nor slaps. I hope there was something. Something that would keep me awake...

“Gabriella Hanley?” It was Gary. I didn’t see him coming, so I was a bit shocked. “Y-yes, Sir?” I turned my head. “Please proceed to Room 183.” He smiled and went outside. I must admit, he’s creepy.



“Hi.” The teen-aged guy beside me waved his hand. Are we close? This man is brave; he talked to me. “Uh. Hello.” I tried to smile. “I’m  Clark.” He smiled and reached his hand.

“Gabriella. Gabby or Ella. Either of the two.” I shook his hand. Someone banged the door open, “Okay, let’s start.” Yikes. Gary is really creepy. “Gary, we aren’t complete yet.” Clark stood up.

“I know, Caegan is late, again.” Caegan? Felix Caegan? He’s studying here? Yikes. I thought he was- some weirdo that came from the outer space. "Caegan, who?" I whispered. Curiosity really pushed me into this.

"Felix Irvin Caegan. You know him?" I'm right. I'm always right. It's him. The perfect guy I spend the other night with. But he's a thief, he should be in prison right now. Oops. "That's him." He pointed the tall guy who just entered the quiet classroom. It's really him!

"So, where are we? Ah, dissecting frogs." Frogs?! Are you hilarious?! "What?!" I screamed in shock. "It's reality. " Clark told me with matching 'rolling of eyes'. No! I hate frogs!! I want to curse them!

I wiped my eyes twice and slapped my self. No, I'm not hoping that there is something that would keep me awake anymore. I want to sleep! My eyes! I command you to shut yourselves!

"W-what are you doing? Are you okay, Ella?" Clark suddenly pinched me. I slapped my face again. "I-I'm alright." I brushed my hair quickly, with my eyes- moving quickly from left to right.

"Hanley! Any problem?" Sh*t. I hate you Gary!  "N-no Sir.." I said slowly. "Would you like to show us the right thing to do?" Right thing? What do you mean? Old man? Cut the frog? NO WAY! "I don't want, Sir." I placed my books on the desk and ignored him. "Show us. Now." I don't want any embarrassment, so I stood up. I held the tools and. . .

I saw blurred people, then, my vision was already black. I don't know what to do, my body can't move. I felt really dizzy. Then, I heard everybody wailing, then, screaming. They were saying my name. Then I heard Gary's voice, I can say he's near me.

"Bring her to the clinic, anyone?!" he sounded, panicked.

Then I heard Clark, "I'll do it." After that, I felt a pair of hands lifted me. I'm too heavy, how can they do this to me?

"NO, I'll do it." a cold voice said.

My body, which was cradled by him, immediately froze...