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well, here it is... the first few paragraphs of what i'm writing. got a few chapters down already but this is the first of a few posts. its not that coherent and is probably pretty bad but i'll still post it.

"My God! What the hell is wrong with you?!" He uttered in a low but clearly angry voice. His stabbing eyes staring her down, so intent on showing his displeasure. Harshly he spoke without even a single ounce of sensitive thought, "In all my years I have never met anyone who has wanted to be a slut, whore or bitch as badly as you do!" He turns away with so much remorse and disgust at how things turned out. Almost as quickly as he turned, his face loses all expression. He takes a deep breath and regains composure as if there was nothing wrong at all. Appearing to have no pain or disappointment, he walks out of the room, never to speak to her wholeheartedly ever again

He heads for the gate where they used to kiss goodbye. With superficial strength and careful thought, he turns, looks at her and says "Congratulations, I hope you'll be happy from now on...." No hugs nor kisses were exchanged that night. All he could offer was a firm handshake. To her it was simply that, but to him, it meant so much more. The underlying meaning in it tore through his soul so thoroughly and mercilessly. Because for him it was the most sincere goodbye his heart ever felt. He kept his composure despite the pain and anguish that infected his very being.

He rode on his car, started the engine and slowly drove away.

 Finally he was able to say goodbye. This time without the words he could so easily use but never really mean.

A real dream is undying and always special, no matter how or when it comes true. A dream is mediocre if it fades through time.

INTRODUCTION (written in olongapo, sta. rita horseshoe drive)

Baguio(City)-born Brian del Saltire was a young college sophomore studying liberal arts, doubling in psychology. Since the very beginning he had no other desire than to become a teacher. He had simple hopes and even simpler dreams. He was the type of person who never set his goals too high. Coming from a poor family where everybody pitches in to make ends meet, he had to work in his free time, from selling lugaw (rice porridge), hiring-out horses in Wright Park or roaming around selling balut, he grew up not knowing excess or indulgence, but knowing what "enough" means.

Brian jumps out of bed, frantically putting on whatever piece of clothing he could get his hands on. Green socks of unmatching length, old jeans with isaw-sauce stains and a off-white shirt that used to be real white. He was going to be late (yet again) for class. He ran for the door and caught a glimpse of his long, curly and unmanageable hair. He curses out loud, unable to find anything to tie his hair with. He sees a beanie, and although it was an exceptionally hot day, he puts it on. He dashes for the door, running at light-speed towards the jeepney stop. No jeeps pass by. He decides to run towards the school's general direction until he finds a jeepney to ride. He sees a taxi pass and thinks to himself, "I'll just skip lunch, my priority is to get to class before Mrs. Franca starts the lesson." He hails the taxi. He tells the cab driver "As quickly as you can to Saint Louis University please!" And as some cab drivers do, this on drives so quickly that Brian kept stepping on his imaginary brakes.

Quickly making a mad dash into the Human Sciences building, he evades the pudgy security guard (more known by students as "Elvis") who by now, had already given up. Brian proceeds to the classroom. He pauses right at the door to prepare himself for what lies just at opposite side - Mrs. Franca. He knew that the slightest gesture could set-off his teacher into one of her patented litanies about how men of Brian's age, had no responsibility nor drive to excel. That, coupled with her extreme ability to interpret every minor action as a challenge of her authority is what makes Mrs. Franca a force to be reckoned with.

So as timidly as possible, Brian walked into the classoom. He opened the door with his head bowed down, mindful not to even make eye contact. The class goes silent. "Great, they had to emphasize my arrival!" Brian thought to himself. "Wow! Only FOURTEEN Minutes late today Mr. Saltire!" said Mrs. Franca as sarcastically as possible. "Sit down so we can continue with the lesson." she then added. "Whew! For a moment there I thought I was going to get it!" Brian thought to himself.

Anikka Vernal was an upper-middle class lady coming from a pretty well connected family. She was prim, proper, very intelligent and was generally agreeable. Being a goal-oriented person, Anikka always knew what she wanted out of life. She usually had multiple goals and always had the drive (and the means) to achieve what she aimed for. She was well-liked by almost everybody for her pleasant aura and ladylike attitude