Mag-log inA strangely unfamiliar novel about a girl who is inclined of achieving her goals in life. A very determined and optimistic girl who wants to strive harder for her studies. Ever since she was a child, she dreamed of fairytales, destiny, prince charming, and love. But because of academic failure, peer pressure, and competencies, she realized that what she believed in since she was a child doesn't exist--only break-ups, failures and heartache does. She was afraid to disappoint everyone around her--even herself. She was frightened that once she enters romantic relationships, she would neglect her studies. She hates anything related to love. For her, love is just a hindrance to self-actualization. But something unexplainable happened. She felt butterflies in her belly upon seeing one man for the first time. Could it be love? But how about her studies and goals, would she neglect it? Would she let her heart beats for someone? or Will she disregard that 'feelings' that can hinder and disturb for striving her dreams?
view moreFlashback..."Hey, Zetry!" Fionellanj was halfway up the stairs to their classroom located on the second floor of this new building when she heard someone calling her, but even though she already knew who owned that voice, she still made an involuntary turn to where that voice was coming from.There, she saw Rovianna running rushedly towards her direction. She was her closest friend now they''re in their 10th grade. They treated each other like sisters. She's also the only person who called her by her second name... and she knows it'll make her upset.Rovianna has a rectangular body type and has a natural black straight hair that keeps swaying on her mid-back. She has humorous and eloquent eyes and straight brows, just like the Koreans. She also has an impudent prominent nose, while her lips were smooth and even contour surrounding with no sign of lip lines."D-does..." Said by her while she was gasping for some oxygen. "Does... Mrs. Fortoleza... told you
Channelle put her bag into her back as she faced the three of the girls. "Have you thought yet of any kind of fun to do after class? It will be our first get together, so it should be remarkable."Channelle is a brunette, plump and rounded woman, with a copper brown curly hair that falls under her collarbone length with a height of 5'2. She has shrewd sparkling black eyes, her brows were arched highly, her nose was slightly turned up one, while the corners of her mouth are upturned.Most of the people would give her the first impression of friendly and easy to get going with, because she always flashed a lovely smile. She likes to talk most of the time although they newly know each other. Another characteristic of her is she has a golden and angelic voice that's why she perfectly fit as the choir leader in their church.Channelle is not fonds of wearing heels and only wore flat black shoes. She's a product of broken family and lives alone with her mother. Just l
The skies were still dimmed when she was awakened by the vibrance of her alarm. She reached her phone then turned it on. The time said it's only four o'clock in the morning.She outstretched her arms and back, and yawn while rubbing her eyes. A new blessed day comes ahead, she said and jump off from her bed, wearing her slippers and walks toward their kitchen.She guessed all the people in the house were still taking pleasure in the comfort that their beds are providing. So, she, herself, prepared her foods and kinds of stuff that she will be needing for today since it's her first day at her new academy.She wonders how it feels to be a senior high school student. She fried three hotdogs and warmed over the rice from last night and drank her hot creamy coffee. After eating, she went back to her room and took a bath for about twenty minutes.She faced herself to the mirror, hanging on her bedroom's wall, along with her closet. She was wearing one-inch bloc