Can We Make It Right?

CHAPTER 3: Max

CHAPTER 3 (Max)

Second week here in school. Everything is normal. School works lined up screaming "hey get me done!" all at once so I don't know what to do first and end up cramming.

I got a classmate I can talk to. let's just consider him as my friend. My very unexpected friend. The one that really annoys me. Kuya Coby's right.

Not bad to open my brand new chapter of my life. Good thing, I'm can slowly cope up. Mon's getting less annoying to me. I can smile to my classmate after asking them for the day's assignment.

All is well. Waiting to what would happen next. I strongly believe that my life here won't stay inside this room. Because even my life doesn't seem so great right now, literally, anything could happen. Waiting to unfold.

Today is the club day. The time to choose what club we'll be joining. I don't know anything about this club thing. I just heard it from my classmates. I didn't even got the time to think what club suits to me. Of all the the non-sense talk of Mon's blathering, He never mentioned anything about this. But he never forget to remind me to like his new make up video in his channel.

Officers from different clubs start to enter in our room one after another. There are club for those who wants to dance. Of course there's also for singers. There's even a club for aspiring cooks or maybe those who just want to eat, or that for those who believes cooking requires no talent that they can pass this club requirement just like that.

Each of them have their colorful posters and persuading speeches that I don't even listened to. For me, no classes today, a perfect time to do school works. A day to breathe after these past exhausting days. Just to lessen my burden at home, at least I've done some. So I could play with kuya Coby's new playstation which I badly need right now.

Finally, It seems like there's no club left that will enter the room. Noiseless at last. No speeches. I can concentrate writing now peacefully.

"Max! Saang club ka papasok?" A wild pokemon appears from my side. It's Mon obviously with his face near to mine.

"Ano ba?" I exclaim in surprise. "Hindi ba pwedeng magtanong ka ng hindi nanggugulat, nilalapit mo pa yang mukha mo, edi mas lalong nakakagulat"

"Eto naman! Ang aga aga!" He answers and takes the seat beside. "Saan nga?"

"Di ko alam!" I answer without giving a look. I just keep on writing like nobody's around.

"Ako? sa Music Club!" he asks and answers right away as if I care. He stands and walks slowly to the front while holding an imaginary microphone.

"Listeeen! I am alone at a crossword" he sings loudly with eyes close full of emotion. I'm sure he can't hear himself. He owned the room like he's the only person inside. Distracted, Everyone is staring at him.

"Crossroad!" shout of one of our classmates.

"Ay?" Mon stops singing and responds "naiba na?" He asks while going back to his chair beside me.

"Oh diba! Sayang naman kung 'di mapapakinabangan itong pang The Voice na boses ko!" He says with overflowing confidence.

I hope I got confidence just like Mon has. But I hope he's joking about the voice.

The door opens and a group of four people enters. Another club is here again for recruitment. But just like the past clubs speaker, I don't care. I'm gonna finish this essay like nobody's around.

Amidst of my peaceful writing, Mon shakes my arm I'm using to write.

"Ano ba!?" I struggle to get free from his grip.