Class Terrorist

Chapter 1
Class Terrorist

Nothing much to say..

I’m just bored with all these things. People paving a way just to let me pass, giving their respects, or just saying something bad when I’m away.

If you ask me, what I want to do with my life, I would say I want to play. Having an I.Q of 300, belonging to one of the richest families, and being the co-owner of the school that I’m in then I have the freedom to do what I want to do.

In fact, I didn’t attend to school for 1 month because of some problems in the company. Teachers come to our house to bring all the stuff that I need to answer. But honestly, they just stay outside and I let my maids get them for me. They didn’t wait long, an hour I guess? No… that’s quite short.

Now… my little vacation from school is over. I think I missed school-quite, I don’t know what happened here. But let’s just go with the flow.

“Goo..Good..Mor..ning.. Ce..les..te” a student greeted me with a smile on her face.

“Good Morning..” I just smiled wryly and turned my back.

See? That’s what I’m talking about earlier.

Now, I need to get back to my class. Again, BOREDOM!!

So I slept for awhile… maybe the whole time.

“Miss Ashem..bert.” The teacher called my attention.

I just woke up and rubbed my eyes. What’s funny though, is that I dreamed of someone who speaks poor French accent, but still thinks she’s great.

But anyway, I just said, “Yes.. Ma’am”

“Will you translate this passage in French to English” the teacher said. She flipped her book and looked at the pages.

“Oui” I stood up and rubbed my hair

I read it, as I read all the passages in English. It’s just easy and fun as I look at the teacher being amazed as I read. I think she thought that I’m stupid because I sleep in class. That’s a nice thought. Well then, let’s see how I could rock this thing of.

“sont vous nouvel ici la madame ( are you new here ma’am?)” I asked her..

‘Oui” she said. Her eyes have those scrutinizing gaze. But still I look at those pair of eyes and smiled.

“e vois c'est pour cela que vous y ressemblez( I see that’s why you are like this)“

“pourquoi ( why?) “ She said

“operor vos teneo qua fanaticus lingua venit ex si vos teneo is lingua , tunc vos teneo is. operor vos agnosco is? (do you know the origin of French language. if you understand this, you know it..now, do you understand this?) .”

Then there came an awkward silence.. She was just looking at everyone maybe observing our reactions. I just took a deep breath and rolled my eyes.

“ So I’m right you are new.. by the way madame.. Don’t be so angry, you are loosing that romance touch in the language. French should be tendered with love because as some says it’s a romance language. And like the othera, its roots could be traced to Latin Language.”

‘But it’s a dead language..Why are you using it” She just asked in the midst of the hush

“HOMO SAPIENS..the scientific name of you and all of us Ma’am.. is that Latin??.” I just smiled at her. I guess I’m waiting for additional words from her. But nothing came, so I guess this was just an addition to one of the most boring conversation.. ooh my!!..

Then the bell rang…

I heard my classmates saying “ The CLASS TERRORISM STRIKES BACK..!!”

Someone tapped me on the shoulders and said,

“ Welcome Back.. Celeste”

I smiled back and looked away…

Yes… you read it right.. I’m a class terrorist..



Chapter 2

The Class Terrorist Meets the Ladies’ Man


Now you know me..

Quite I guess. I don’t really like people barging in my life. But I’m saying it, what an irony…

It’s lunch time.. And as usual, I go to my favorite place. It’s an old music room and nobody’s going there, except me of course. In here, I could find some silence and think of all the things I want while eating a big chocolate bar.

So I came in… I opened the door and I was shocked to what I see.

“What’s this?”

The peaceful music room that I love was changed into a beautiful room. It’s like a ball room with a big lighted chandelier, brightly colored walls and a big window and the most shocking thing of all…

THERE ARE MANY GIRLS!! AND GUYS ARE THERE TO TALK TO THEM!!

Then a guy came and held my hand…

“ Goodafternoon.. miss”

“ Goodafternoon, Sire..” I said with a surprised look.

And what’s this??.. after a mess with my place there came this guy who’s holding my hand wanting to make me his girl!!.. This just makes my blood boil.. I just want to kick him and make him fly with all the girls who shout when he flips his hair.

“ Do you know what language are you using?.” I asked. I am just aggravated with this. Let’s see how I could terrorize the man of this freak.

“No.. “ He answered me with a smile on his face…

“ Well“ . I said with a louder voice. I raised my eyebrows and took a deep breath,,

Then, he suddenly looked at my eyes and answered with all those mysterious words.

“ But you are a lady right??.. that’s why you wear a girl’s uniform. And for a guy like me I see you as a person who I need to respect because of your gender. That’s why I use a word coming from the romance language to show my respect and regards to your beauty.”

I was just shocked.. I guess I’m slapped with my own words. I remember about talking with the romance words with that ugly teacher. And now, I’m the one left without any words to say. But here’s a mystery…

He’s eyes are so clear and true, that every word he said is so true. The word still echoes on my mind. I don’t know how to construct any sentence to fight him, or even just to defend myself… What the heck!! What’s this anyway??

I smiled FOR REAL after that. I don’t know how he made me do it…I guess this day is just so weird.

Then he suddenly asked, “I haven’t seen you before?”

“ I think, Yes.. I came back after one month vacation…But by the way…What is this place?!”

“ This is just a place where all the people can have a happy time. Here we are just making all girls laugh and be amazed at our natural charisma...”

“ What a heck!!..I’m just looking for my silent sanctuary then it turned into like this. “

“ Sorry for that… they say that this music room should be fixed.”

“ And this is your way of fixing..”

“Sorry to bother you..”

“It’s fine.” I said..

I noticed that the ladies are looking at us.

“ Those ladies are waiting for you..”

“ Oh..don’t you want to go there..?”

“ I don’t like meddling with those girls holding a grudge on me because I’m talking to you..And a tip, please be aware of the origin of your words.. Okay?..”

“ By the way, I’m Lemuel .. Lemuel Wilson and you are?”, he said.

“I’m a girl who wish you shouldn’t meet, a girl who doesn’t care about having names, just voices. ” I showed him a big and lovely smile as I look at him.

He smiled back at me. But still he looks straight to my eyes.

“ Nothing… Just go here if you want to..bye”

I went outside, looked around and sat under the tree

I dwell on his words..

The words RESPECT and GIRL,

I guess I have found someone that made me .. SPEECHLESS.


Chapter 3
The Class Terrorist Meets the Boys


Now that my place was obviously ruined by those people

I was left to find another place to stay

And luckily…

I have seen a perfect spot

It’s the rooftop of the old building

No one goes there, because it’s quite old and creepy

But I like this place ..

A LOT!!!

At last, I found silence

A place where I could think and write

I wrote everything on my diary…

Inside this notebook are my thoughts made to be just kept to myself, those that I couldn’t express or explain by mere words.

The wind was so strong and I was writing on the brink of the rooftop

Suddenly an unexpected phone call came…

I accidentally let my notebook fall..

I was dumbfounded as the notebook rides with the wind.

I looked at my phone

I want to turn it off but I was shocked that it’s from my Father.

I answered the phone.

“ Hello… Father?”

“ Oh no…it’s your father’s secretariat”

The excitement that I have inside has diminished.

I thought it was my Father, but I’m wrong.

“ Yes, what you need?.”

She was babbling about something when I looked down to see my notebook,

Everyone was just ignoring them

Never asking who owns it, or cares to bring it to the owner.

Then a guy picked it up

He looked around
I thought he would just drop it on the floor

But surprisingly he looked up

He spared that vivid smile and those clear and innocent eyes that smile too.

I remember, he’s the ladies’ guy I met on that club room.

I waved his hands and I waved mine.

“ Hey Celeste, are you listening??..”

“ Yeah.. yeah, I know I have to talk to some clients after class. Just give a faster car, okay and food as well.”

“ Okay then..”

“ Bye now…Don’t call so sudden by using my dad’s phone, okay?.”

Then she hanged down the phone..

At last she did that.

I didn’t mingle with that girl

She’s just my father’s puppet

Ordering this and that, like she’s the boss

Anyways, I’m lucky I don’t have the same bloodline as her.

That guy went up and surprised me from behind

“ This place is very creepy, you really like scary places are you?”

“ Obviously, I want a silent place to stay and think” I answered him.

“ That’s a cool thought..”

“ Why you say that It’s a cool thought?” , he just asked again, paying attention to how my lips would spell my answers.

“ Because they say that it’s better to think in a place you like the best.”

“Yes, you are right.”

“You like Chrysanthemum?.” His question shocked me.... and it made me process it for some time.

“What?”

“This flower on your notebook, it’s a chrysanthemum right?.”

“ Yes, it is…. Do you know the meaning of that flower, what it symbolizes?.”

“Cheerfulness, optimism, rest, truth, long life, joy… this is it, right?.”

he’s something.. I thought he’s just a bean head guy, I guess I have mistaken.

“It was considered to be a noble flower in Asian culture, mums are used as an object of meditation per a suggestion by Confucius. And the… birth flower for November, by the way why did you know something like that”. I stated.

“ I guess I’m not just a bean-head..” He replied

I suddenly flipped the pages of my notebook, just to distract my marveled eyes. “Did he read me ??..” That’s not possible, only small group of people can do that.

He smiled at me, as if he knows me truly, It’s like a breath of fresh air. The first time that I have seen such a beauty so radiant… so contagious, that caused me to smile that way too.

“ by the way, Thanks.”

“ You’re welcome, do you want to hang-out, to a NORMAL place, “ he asked politely.

“ No, I would just sit here, this is my place now.”

He suddenly held my arms and pulled me. I just shouted, “ YOU FREAK !!! WHAT THE HECK YOU THINK YOU ARE DOING!! “

Again, he smiled at me and replied, “ I will just let you see the other face of the world”

I was puzzled what ‘other face of the world’. Oh no!! I think I will be back to that wretched Host Room.

He was pulling me… And I was right, we went to that room.

I saw again those girls wasting their time fantasizing with those guys.

He removed his hand on my arm and told me, “Come on I will let you meet the others”

“ What the, I am not interested..”

I want to come out when I heard a little boy’s voice

“ Hello, are you the new friend of Lemuel? “

I looked at him and answered with puzzled gaze.

“Yeah I think she is…” said by another guy wearing glasses.

“Guys, I want you to meet this girl, my new friend…”

“ Hello miss.. “ they said in unison

I just smiled at them and waved my hand.

“ So here is Rafael,” he points at the little one

“ Let me introduce myself, Lemuel… I am Steven, Steven Ruiz” said by the guy with glasses.

“ I know you, A classmate of mine I think, The one who welcomed me the other day” I stated

He pushed his glasses then he replied, “ As expected, a sharp memory.. yes that’s me”

“ So you are in the same class?..” Lemuel asked

I nodded. I looked around and asked him. “ So there’s a twin here”

“ Yes.. the one’s Nic and the other is Neil”

“Okay… I have to go now..”

“Wait…” Rafael called. “ Do you want some cake Miss?”

CAKE!!! OF COURSE.. I LOVE CAKES, I COULD STOP MYSELF WHENEVER THIS COMES IN…

“ Uhm… I guess..” I answered as I hid my excitement with it.

“The flavor for today is chocolate… The cake is triple chocolate with strawberry slices toppings.”

THIS IS GETTING CRAZY!!! .. I LOVE THAT FLAVOR!!

“Alright, I think I have to accept is” , I said… I couldn’t hid my smile because of the cake in front of me.

We sat on the table and started eating that cake.

“This is great.. right, Miss?..”

“Yes” I answered

“By the way, what’s your name, Miss..” Asked by someone at the back, I think one of the twins.

“ Alright , I am Celeste, Celeste Ashembert..”

I am expecting a shocked or scared expression but all that they did was to say…

“COOL!!! NICE NAME…”

“Thanks…” I said..

I thought they would be scared of me, or ashamed because of what I’m doing with my life… But I guess they are just ignorant of the things I am doing with the teachers here. Or they just accepted it… If that’s the case, I will be very overwhelmed.







Chapter 4
The Class Terrorist Impresses the Twins

I don’t know why after that day, I don’t have any peaceful or even a QUIET time for myself. Everytime I pass that big unknown door, there are 6 dazzling whatsoever boys pulling me and feeding me with cakes and laughter.

That world was a weird time for a person like me. It’s like I have stepped into something I shouldn’t. But hey!! I’m gonna try something different.

There was this day when I was just in the mood to plunge to threads of words when suddenly 2 identical-looking guys pulled me as they skip happily.

“Hey lovely lady… what are you doing with that stuff” He was pointing at the book I’m holding as he chuckled his way to the host room.

“I was suppose to read it in a quiet place” I smiled, but I just noticed the last 2 buttons of his uniform… “And hey… when will you button that? Is that a way to attract the girls on your whatsoever host business?”

The other twin laughed and buttoned the uniform of the other. “I told you Neil, check the buttons of your uniform”, he said as he fixed his brother’s dress problem. Both of them looked at each other.

I may say that they look adorable with those overflowing brotherly love… but all of the sudden, they looked at me.

“Hey… lovely Miss… you’re one of the firsts who noticed that” Neil said.
“Yep..Ms. Ashembert, thanks for reminding my brother” Nic talked back

My eyes are on them, I was thinking of unknown thoughts that I can’t figure out that much. The only thing I can clearly say is they really look alike, If I am not that good in observing stuffs I will get fooled by this two menace.

I am moving slowly away from them, to date with the book I am holding.

“Hey lovely Miss!! Don’t Go!! Common let’s go!!” the twins held my hand and they involuntarily took me to that host room. What a shame that I didn’t read that book!! . It was a mystery/suspense novel, and sadly it didn’t fall off the way I wanted to read the first chapter and play with its pages for just an hour.

Since that day, the twins were moving close to me, they are always sitting beside me and talking to me.

“Hey you twins!! Why you are sitting with our queen?” Lemuel shouted.
What queen? . I glared at him and he sat down on the floor. Oh my !! I never thought why I was staying with these 6 guys that are far lower than my mental capacity.

“Step back Lemuel… why do you care?” Neil said…

I don’t know why I was enthusiastically waiting for his answer, but I just looked at his blushing face. He just slammed the table and walked away. I want to chuckle at the time, but I don’t have a good reason that’s why I held it in.

The twins stood on the table and call the attention of the students…

“Hey ladies!!!, today is the monthly game!! GUESS WHO’S NIC ND NEIL GAME”

The girls were shouting and gleaming with joy. I was sipping my juice when Lemuel and Rafael were standing behind me. Rafael pulled my sleeves and smiled at me..

“Miss, do you know this game?”

I don’t know if I want to answer the question because it will produce a sorry-I’m-an-idiot-I-don’t-know-it statement, but I need to be truthful, what’s so logical with this story anyway?..

I just shook my head.

Neil raised an envelope and waved it on the air, “To the one who will get the right answer, will get a prize from US!!”

The crowd became wild that it kills my ears. They spun around and fixed themselves. They stood there in stationary and talked in unison.

“Now who is who?”

I looked at them, at every angle that they could be, I just chuckled and everyone looked at me.

“The one that’s on the left is Neil and the one that’s on the left is Neil”

“You’re wrong lovely Miss…” he shouted.

The silence was still present, the people’s eyes were still on me.

I held my fake smile, “I know I’m right, you just confirmed it”

“Neil’s eyes are more fierce that Nic’s, Nic has the redder lips but both have the same color. Next one is their manners, as always Neil, look at your uniform.”

The one on the left looked at it…

“Confirmed!! , Neil is not aware of his buttons, am I right Nic?. Next, Neil calls me…’Lovely Miss’ while Nic calls me on my surname and finally, the feet thing…”

Both of them looked at me, then to their feet… they laughed.

I sipped my juice as they went down the table. They raised my unoccupied hand.

“Congratulations to Miss Ashembert!! ” Everyone clapped at me and I was astounded.

They gave me the envelope and when I opened it… a Cheque?

Neil just whispered…”Or do you want something else lovely miss? Like a … ”

I tapped his shoulders and held a big wacky smile, the others are looking at us. I felt the consciousness and removed that wretched expression.

I felt the happiness creeping on my face, even I want to hide it. It was kind of obscure to feel such especially in the middle of a nasty crowd.

All I ever wanted was the silence and comfort of library seats and books, but this day was a very very rare day…

For I found my happiness with a bunch of bean-headed men.









Chapter 5
The Class Terrorist sees her dream

I was in the middle of a boring Physics class…

Here, I am not in the mood of having an argument with my teacher or even talking to him.

The day was just so BORING…

The sky was beautiful outside, the blue vast sky was above everyone and the trees rustle gently.

I can hear him talking about the “Properties of Optics” , such as reflection and refraction. Everyone was still amazed with the explanation of the bent image of the spoon on a glass of water, and that’s a fine example of putting this pathetic day to a higher level.

At last, the bell rang and I was walking down the corridor when my Physics teacher approached me.

“Good morning, Miss Ashembert” he said

I just looked at him with sharp, serious eyes. Is this a kind of joke? A teacher was approaching me after his class.

He gave me a folder, it was a yellow one. I hate bright colors.

I opened the envelope and read the words loudly…

“Science Wizards Seminar: a venture on young genuises” I flipped the papers inside the envelope. My eyes were still staying on the words written on the sheets.

“I think of all the people, you deserve this kind of opportunity Miss Ashembert”

I stopped flipping it and something struck me… I put everything on the envelope and gave it back to him.

“I am sorry, but I can’t join it” I just said, I silently walked away and never dared to look back.

I don’t have a fixed dream, I am a plain, genius high school student of my own school and a part time assistant to the CEO of Ashembert Group of Companies. I am just a puppet of my own talents and skills… or maybe a prisoner.

That day, I am not in the mood to pass the Host room or even talk to anyone, so I just went to the old clock tower and scribbled something on my notes.

“What is your dream?” that was the first thing I wrote as I laid the tip of my pen. It was weird thinking about it this time, but what happened made me realize something… and it bugged me.

I was looking up at the vast sky, when someone tapped me on my shoulder. When I looked who was it, a big, innocent smile welcomed me and a sweet voice saying, “Hello, back here?”

I just nodded. Lemuel sat beside me and looked up also.

“You know the sky today is beautiful, it reminds me of spring” he said as he points on the sky.

I watched his expression as he tell stories about his spring, I lost my track and was drawn to the thought of this. Then, he read loudly…

“What’s my dream?” I realized that it was a passage from my notes and I closed it fast.

“Why are you looking at it” I said with a higher voice. I hid the notebook on the secret pocket of my bag.

“Now, let me ask… What’s your dream?” he said, ignoring my question.

“I want to make a difference” I blurted out. He stared at me and his expression was so vivid that I can’t stop myself from elaborating.

“I want to be a scientist, more of in Chemistry or Physics field, but father wants me to run the business someday, and that requires me of thoughts of Business, Marketing and Management” I sighed as I scribble my finger on the floor.

He smiled at me and patted my head, “I never thought about this, Even I can talk to you like this…I can’t get through you…”

I looked at him… no sharp thing, just a plain look I gave to people I don’t have to pretend to. It’s like a transparent glass that light can pass through easily.

“You know, Science is cool though, especially to your rank… I know the next statement’s gonna be hard…” He paused and raised his hand on the sky, like imitating to reach the clouds… “You have to hold on what you want to be…”

I looked down. I don’t know how to hide this bursting feeling inside of me.

He stood up and faced the sky, “If you ask me…I want to make the girls happy, and to… play the piano” that smile was still there, that bright smile so contagious that it can touch one’s heart faster that the speed of light.

“Piano”, I whispered…

“You like it too?” he asked

I just nodded.

He held my hand and helped me to stand. “I will let you here some, when you are feeling alright”

Lemuel is the person who has an x-ray vision of one’s heart, even one tries to hide his/her feelings, he sees it so clear. He can be a good lie detector though.

That thought made me chuckle, then he laughed. Our laughs are an orchestra designed for two and it was beautiful to my ear.

The sound was broken by a phone call…

“Dad?” I just whispered as I looked at my phone’s screen. But I was thinking it was his secretary.

I answered the call.

“Hello”

“Celeste” the voice on the other side said. I was shocked with the person on the other line. I tried to hide it on my voice. Lemuel was looking at me , then I turned back.

“Yes, father”

“You need to grace a meeting after class, the car would pick you up” He said.

“Yes, father”

“Okay, bye” then silence, he just told me my appointment then put down the line. He was too busy that he can’t make a longer phone conversation with his daughter.

I faced Lemuel and tapped his shoulder, then I whispered. “Thank you”

He smiled at me and held my hand. “You’re always welcome… ”

“We have to go…” I said

He nodded, both of us went down.