"Ate! Alam mo ba na lilipat sa school natin si JFK?" my sister excitedly asked before she shrieked. "Si JFK, Ate! Can you believe it?"
Isn't he already dead? I quietly asked myself.
"Ate! Did you hear what I said?" Ingrid was jumping up and down in excitement. "It's JFK!"
"Ingrid, isn't JFK already dead, Baby Sis? Did someone resurrect him or something? Because if that's the case then I'm all ears—"
"Seriously, Irina Ysobel Tan Samonte?" my sister asked frowning at me. "You don't really know who JFK is?"
"Of course, I do. He was a US president who was assasinated on November 22, 1963—"
"Why would I talk about that JFK? My gosh, Ate, ha!" My sister rolled her eyes at me before she sat down on my bed. "And you really know when he was assasinated?"
"And you don't? Ingrid, that's Grade VI history—"
"My teacher might have mentioned it..." my sister said looking at her nails. "But history really makes me sleepy at baka tulog ako n'ung mga panahong 'yun—wait, why are we talking about school again? Ah, kasi nerd ka kaya kahit tungkol sa hottest sun in the planet ang usapan ay—"
"Our solar system only has one sun, Ingrid—"
"Ate! Ano ba! Tumahimik ka kaya muna!" My sister pouted. "Ano ba 'yan, can't I talk to you about boys?"
"Of course you can," I said wheeling my computer chair close to my bed. "Okay, sino si JFK, is he your new crush?"
My sister made a face. "Like eww...I'm not into older men."
"Why, how old is he?"
"I think he's your age."
"And you think I'm old?"
My sister grinned sheepishly. "Not really...kahit ninety years old ka na, you'll still be my gorgeous sister, but, anyway, here take a look..."
She brought the magazine close to my face. "Gwapo 'di ba?" she asked.
"Hm..."
"Come on, Ate, gwapo s'ya, 'di ba?"
"O, 'tapos...?"
"Ate Ice, s'ya 'yung sikat na star player ng St. Lorenzo! He's an athlete slash hottie slash dream guy of most girls!"
"I am not one of those girls—"
"Shh..." Ingrid put a finger against my lips. "Don't say it, just don't. I don't want you jinxing your love life."
"What?"
"'Ayun na nga, he left St. Lorenzo and private highschools are killing each other just to get him to transfer to their school. But, guess what?" Ingrid's face was red with excitement.
"She chose to transfer to St. Bernadette?" I said.
"YES!" my sister exclaimed. "Out of all the schools that offered to take him in, he chose our school, Ate! Isn't that marvelous?"
"What's so marvelous about that?" I asked thoroughly confused.
My sister's expression changed from happiness to annoyance real quick. "Gosh, Ate, you are hopeless!" she said.
"I am just being honest, ano naman ang marvelous d'un? Is he going to change the course of our history? Is he going to invent a drug that's going to cure all diseases? Because if he isn't going to do anything great and just play basketball and have girls shrieking over him, then I am not interested."
"Oh, my God, Ate Ice, wala ka ba talagang kilig sa katawan? Like hindi ka talaga kinikilig sa mukhang ito?" my sister asked pointing at the magazine she was holding.
