Seven years later…

2 weeks elapsed February…

Early morn…

Criiiinnnnggg!!… Criiiinnnnggg!!… Criiiinnnnggg!!...

A phone call wakes up the sleepyhead and Mr. Sun is already peeping in the window. Just then a slender hand reaches out for the phone, “Hello!? Gianni Vezeley residence. Nei Art Prism is speaking.”

“Good morning, Nei! It’s me, your aunt Anne. You still sound sluggish!”

“Good morning tita! Errr... Why did you call so early tita?”

            “I just want to tell you that we’re going to visit your favorite nephew this afternoon at exactly 3. I hope you’re not quite busy.”

            “Ahh... Sure! I think I can put up to that. Anyway, thanks for the wake up call tita!”

            “Great! Your welcome my dear. Can you tell Brandon that I need to talk to him right now?”

            “Okay. Just a jiffy... (she shouts at the other room) HEY SLEEPYHEAD! AUNT ANNE WANTS TO TALK TO YOU RIGHT NOW!”

            “Nice! Why don’t you just get up and go to his room?”

            “Nah... Hang in there...BRANDON?!?!”

“WHAT! I DIDN’T UNDERSTAND!” Brandon yells back.

“JUST PICK UP THE PHONE!”

“ALL RIGHT THEN... I GOT IT. THANKS.”

“He’s on the phone now Nei. Thanks. You better get ready for school. Bye.” Aunt Anne confirms.

“Yea. Yea. Bye too tita.” Nei hangs up the phone. She looks at the clock and it’s 4:08 AM. Then, she remembers the paper works she left last night in her study table. Oh, what a mess it is to look at as she glances over the table! So, she jumps out of bed and fixes everything. 10 minutes past, she grabs her laptop and opens her e-mail. She gets surprised to see only at least a dozen of mails when she always gets loads and loads of business e-mails and a little of how-do-you-do ones.

Just like the other days. Just like her usual days. Nothing unordinary.

                                                                                                (to be continued…)

{ book } had a pause on academics...tabulas for now
{ mood } hungry

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