Ugh. Being an eighth grade student in a huge middle school is a horrible thing. Large crowds, long lines, piles of homework and nasty teachers! But lucky for me, I'm madami motley than anyone else. As I walk down the long beige hallway to my segundo period class, I see my BFFFL (Best Female Friend For Life), McKenna Winston. "Bree! Bree! I need you A.S.A.P!" My spunky blond pigtailed friend grabs my hand and runs towards the girls' restroom. "What the heck do you need McKenna? I need to get to class before-" I see Pagsulat on the bathroom wall. McKenna reads it aloud. "Bree Komor and McKenna Winston were here." My mouth gapes in shock. "We-we-we- we didn't do this!" "I know." McKenna responds. "I have to tell the dean!" I start to run out the door but McKenna catches me. My ginto bituin kuwintas starts to jingle on my purple strap-less sando underneath a denim jean jacket. "No! Don't tell him! He'll think we did it!" Sometimes, I don't understand McKenna's logic and I know I will never use it. "Well what are we going to do? The kampanilya is about to ring in..." I check my silver watch on my left wrist. "Five minutes!" "Fine. I'll come with you."
After we tell the dean, he tracks down the person who vandalized the restroom wall. Meanwhile, McKenna and I walk to our susunod class. United States History with Mr.Thompson and Mr.Joyce. I sit in the far back corner. As for McKenna, she takes her studies very seriously. So she sits in the front of the classroom. "Morning ladies." Mr.Joyce greets us normally as any other day. Everyday, Mr.Joyce wears clothes that look like they were dipped in plastic. Mr.Thompson, however, wears a long sleeve sando and tie. Compare Mr.Joyce and Mr.Thompson. Big difference. My rival, Raquelle walks in the room attracting a large group of people. Man do I hate her. I know she hates me back. How we hate each other? Long story short. She lied to me in the 5th grade about being my friend. Then things got ugly. I fix my droopy light brown hair into a ponytail. "There. I'm ready for class!"
After we tell the dean, he tracks down the person who vandalized the restroom wall. Meanwhile, McKenna and I walk to our susunod class. United States History with Mr.Thompson and Mr.Joyce. I sit in the far back corner. As for McKenna, she takes her studies very seriously. So she sits in the front of the classroom. "Morning ladies." Mr.Joyce greets us normally as any other day. Everyday, Mr.Joyce wears clothes that look like they were dipped in plastic. Mr.Thompson, however, wears a long sleeve sando and tie. Compare Mr.Joyce and Mr.Thompson. Big difference. My rival, Raquelle walks in the room attracting a large group of people. Man do I hate her. I know she hates me back. How we hate each other? Long story short. She lied to me in the 5th grade about being my friend. Then things got ugly. I fix my droopy light brown hair into a ponytail. "There. I'm ready for class!"
When will this end?
Mass shootings
Terrorist attacks
Police brutality
They say it's just a gun control problem
They say it cannot be fixed
I say the problem is deeper
I say there is hope
When will this end?
Income inequality
Veterans living on the streets, penniless,
Dying sa pamamagitan ng their own hands everyday.
They say this world can change for the better
But nothing has changed...
And I truly do fear
Nothing ever will
When will pag-ibig start?
The araw we offer a hand to the fallen
Instead of cringing back in shock
And running away
When will our world change?
The araw we pag-ibig too much to kill
The araw others' pain is our pain
The araw we act instead of just talking about it
"It's impossible"
"We're too broken to be mended"
"It's a hopeless battle"
I say, let us try.
Mass shootings
Terrorist attacks
Police brutality
They say it's just a gun control problem
They say it cannot be fixed
I say the problem is deeper
I say there is hope
When will this end?
Income inequality
Veterans living on the streets, penniless,
Dying sa pamamagitan ng their own hands everyday.
They say this world can change for the better
But nothing has changed...
And I truly do fear
Nothing ever will
When will pag-ibig start?
The araw we offer a hand to the fallen
Instead of cringing back in shock
And running away
When will our world change?
The araw we pag-ibig too much to kill
The araw others' pain is our pain
The araw we act instead of just talking about it
"It's impossible"
"We're too broken to be mended"
"It's a hopeless battle"
I say, let us try.
It’s the color of you
You always wore it
It’s the color we shared
As we hid form them
With it we showed our true selves,
Though no one cared
Our kahel book bags
Saved us from some pain
We protected each other
But it wasn’t enough
We were like two kahel crayons
When everyone else was green
Then you left me alone,
All I had was our color orange
As they hit me
I took peace in knowing
You were in the kahel field in the sky
You always sinabi was there.
The kahel of the sun set
Is your smile
Even though you left too soon
Orange…
Now it’s my color
My way of remembering you
Now I am the lone kahel in the rainbow
Without you here
I protect my own
Though I wish you were here
Now kahel is my color
A color for you bravery
A color for my survival
kahel will forever be our color
Even though death took you away
Forever kahel for you,
Sweet Cassidy.
You always wore it
It’s the color we shared
As we hid form them
With it we showed our true selves,
Though no one cared
Our kahel book bags
Saved us from some pain
We protected each other
But it wasn’t enough
We were like two kahel crayons
When everyone else was green
Then you left me alone,
All I had was our color orange
As they hit me
I took peace in knowing
You were in the kahel field in the sky
You always sinabi was there.
The kahel of the sun set
Is your smile
Even though you left too soon
Orange…
Now it’s my color
My way of remembering you
Now I am the lone kahel in the rainbow
Without you here
I protect my own
Though I wish you were here
Now kahel is my color
A color for you bravery
A color for my survival
kahel will forever be our color
Even though death took you away
Forever kahel for you,
Sweet Cassidy.