More Than Yesterday

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his other side, except when he's with his best friend, who h

ok my head. "I still smell fresh. I don't dro

might be late," he reminded me, and I nodded again. Our first clas

ed to go. Are you an early bird?" I teased, a

ister, Francine. Don't

ve him a thumbs up before blowing him a kiss. He just shook

ry day because I've seen

lier, my mom came into my room just to dry my hair. S

I wake up early when I've

ing the top of my head. She also put some lip balm on

cheme. All my things match as well because I love pink.

ofa, which is on the right side, leading directly to my balcony. The walls are decorated with

I have baby siblings. Cody is seven years younger than me, a

rst approached Priscilla, whom we call Pressy. I kissed

greeted back, her words

too. "Good morning, young man." He greeted me back

again," Dad said, referring to Brother Khai. Mom sat next to me, so Pressy

l here, Dad. You can drop me off at school

s, beef tapa, and sandwiches. Coffee for us, and

science-just kidding. Even though I inherited my mom's talent as a fashion designer

is still in daycare. Her school is near my mom

she's really good at it, although sometimes Dad c

e. Our gate is only waist-high. brother Kh

t out of his car. I waved and hurried

I approached him. I just flashed a peace

godmother, Ninang J. "Good morning,

Francine too!" she shouted back. I

car, and he carefully closed the door be

ned, even checking if it was tight enough.

is Zairyx Alkairro D. Barjo, and he already has a

younger than my godmother. But they're a

i asked, and when I looked at him,

did the same. When I realized what he meant, I nod

, and I just applied lip

sing that?

ooks nice, right?" I reapplied it,

You're still young. Does Mom kn

, Brother. He'll get mad and take away all the things M

white handkerchief from his pants. I b

," he said, and I pouted.

f girls use it, B

wh

day is coming up," I uttered, an

lked. I didn't want us to run out of things to discuss. I

something?" he asked, and I pou

birthday the way he asks. I'm used to it because, even when we were

ere anything you want me to buy for you?" I asked. I shou

ring wheel, and the corners of his lip

hink you can afford it with your allowance

nt out that I buy his

me. I can ask Dad, you

new car,"

age with my allowance from Mom, which is differen

cine," he said. I kn

hat you want, B

adores my masterpiece so much, which

want me to paint

you were five years old. Can you give me that,

one?" I asked h

ed. If that's all he wanted, it was fine. Plus, I felt giddy because he was

still only 15," I complained, looking out the window. We w

? Grow up slowly, baby," he said. Oh my, he doesn't realize what he's

o get out, Brother. I'm okay here," I said, quickly unbuckling my seatbelt

ckpack over my shoulder, and he extended his ha

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