The susunod day, Leah and Shaun went to visit Emily. Emily sinabi to Leah, "Shaun told me what happened yesterday. Are you okay?" Leah said, "Yeah, I'm fine." Emily said, "You look awful." Leah said, "Don't worry; it's not as bad as it looks." Emily said, "Oh, this is all my fault. If I had never dated Ralph, I..." Leah interrupted. "No, Emily. It's not your fault. It's mine." Emily asked, "What do you mean?" Leah said, "I was dumb enough to confront him." Shaun said, "It wasn't either of you. It was Ralph's fault." Emily said, "Yeah, it was Ralph's fault. He manipulated us." Leah said, "I think he hurt you worse than he did me." Emily said, "Are you kidding? He allowed you to suffer the pain of your unrequited pag-ibig for him, and then he had the nerve to beat you up simply because you wouldn't 'do the deed' with him." Shaun said, "It's not a contest. He hurt you both equally." Emily said, "Oh, Leah, I do hope he won't hurt you like this again." Leah said, "I can assure you that he won't. He was expelled from our school. We will NEVER see him again." Emily said, "Good." Sometime later, they heard that Ralph had been murdered. Shaun said, "If all he did was break up with Emily, I would've sinabi he didn't deserve to die, but he didn't even check on her when she got sick. He then had the nerve to beat Leah. I'd say justice was served." Leah looked back on everything that happened. She was glad that she listened to Shaun about not throwing away friendship over romance. At the same time, she wondered what she ever saw in Ralph. He wasn't as charming as he seemed. He was very manipulative for sure.
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When I had entered the fifth grade, I was dreading it. I had heard rumors that the teacher was really mean. When I met her before school started, she seemed really nice. On the first araw of school, I was wearing one of my Beatles t-shirts. She noticed it, and she said, "Darling, I pag-ibig you already!" I said, "Okay, then." She would take up for me all the time. The other kids often called me glasses. She heard them and said, "She has a name, guys. Her name is not glasses. It's Winter." There was one araw when another girl kept picking on me. I finally had enough and said, "I might look sweet and innocent, but that shit is for suckers, and I'm no lollipop." I looked at the teacher. She winked and said, "I heard nothing." I would have had her for the sixth grade, too, but unfortunately, I moved to Tennessee as soon as the school taon was over. We both cried. We promised to keep in touch with each other, and we've kept in touch to this day.