My Psycho Boy

Chapter 1

ALLYSIAH'S POV

Good morning, I'm Allysiah Quin De Villa, 17 years old this year. I grew up in the province of La Union, in the municipality of Rosario. I was raised in hardship because my parents are farmers.

To lift them out of poverty, I focused on my studies because that's the only way I can repay them.

This year, I'm heading to college. It may seem odd at my age, but I started school early, so at 17, I'm already going to college.

Since the course I want isn't available in our province, I decided to study in the city.

To lessen the financial burden on my parents, I took an entrance exam for a scholarship at Styles University. Fortunately, I passed.

However, I haven't told my parents yet because I wanted to be sure I passed the scholarship exam first.

When my parents arrived home from the farm, I greeted them immediately and took their hand for a blessing.

"Mano po, Tay. Mano po, Nay," I said.

"Is your sister home yet?" my mom asked.

"She's staying at her classmate's house tonight to work on a project," I answered.

"I see," my mom replied.

After that, they went inside, and I prepared our dinner since it was already getting dark when they arrived.

"Nay, Tay, let's eat," I called out.

Since I'm the one left at home, I handle the cleaning and cooking.

Once they sat down, we started eating. While we were eating, I brought up the topic of my plans to study in the city.

"Nay, Tay, I have something to tell you," I said.

"What is it?" my mom asked.

"Well, you know that I've been planning to study in the city for college, right?" I started.

They both looked at each other.

"Yes," my mom said.

"Well, I passed a scholarship at a university there, so I don't want to miss the opportunity," I explained.

"Really, dear? You passed?" my dad asked.

"Yes, I did," I said.

"That's wonderful, you're really smart!" my dad exclaimed.

"I'm happy too, dear, but are you sure about this?" my mom asked.

"Yes, I'm sure," I replied.

"But you know there are many crimes in the city, right? It's not that I don't want you to go, but I'm worried, especially since you'll be on your own," my mom said.

"Nay, Tay, I'll be fine. The university has dorms, and it's safe there. The dorm and meals are free, and the school has strict rules, so it's safe," I reassured them.

When I passed, I researched the school, and I'm confident that I'll be safe there since everything is free for scholars.

They only accept three scholars per year, and the treatment in the dorms is equal-whether you're rich or poor, everyone gets the same amenities.

"That's good to hear," my dad said.

"I feel more at ease now after hearing that," my mom added.

"Alright then, let's eat," I said.

We continued eating until we were done. I washed the dishes since my parents were tired and needed to bathe. I didn't have anything else to do, so I took care of it.

I have a younger sister who wanted to help me, but I didn't let her since her classmate had called earlier, and they were working on a project.

The next day, I woke up early to prepare breakfast since my parents had to leave again.

After cooking, I set the food on the table and made myself some coffee. I stepped outside to enjoy the view of the sunrise.

A few minutes later, I went back inside just as my parents woke up. We sat down and ate breakfast together.

Afterward, my parents prepared to leave for the farm, and once again, I was left alone at home.

While passing the time under the shade of the mango tree, I suddenly got a phone call. When I checked, it was from an unknown number, but I answered it anyway.

"Hello," I said.

"Hello, ma'am, good morning. Is this Allysiah Quin De Villa?" the person on the other line asked.

"Yes, it's me. May I ask what this is about?" I replied.

"I just wanted to inform you that classes at Styles University will begin in three weeks, and you should be at the school dorm before the semester starts. Any questions, ma'am?" the person asked.

"Where can I ask for help once I arrive? It's my first time entering Styles University," I said.

"You can ask the campus guard, and they can assist you. It's part of their job to help new students," the person explained.

"Alright, thank you, ma'am," I said.

"Okay, bye," she said.

I hung up and thought to myself, "Only three weeks left before classes start."

I should probably inform my parents so they know that I'll be leaving earlier than expected.

In the afternoon, I busied myself with house chores, and when it got dark, my sister and parents came home.

As usual, I greeted them and served dinner on the table so we could eat.

"Nay, Tay, it's only three weeks until classes start," I said.

"When are you leaving?" my mom asked.

"Probably Friday, before the three weeks are up," I answered.