my attempt at writing a short story...its fun diay...hehe

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Peeping behind dark clouds, the yellow moon offers little hiding place as it shines as bright as day on this summer night.
The gentle caress of the wind against the leaves of the gigantic acacia trees on the perimeters of the Freedom Park gives a calming swoosh, a sound soothing to the ears of the regular Dumagueteno. An assurance of its constant massive stature, and a reminder of the common person that some things are out of his control.
The overhead glow of halogen lights, emitting orange, emitting white light, gives a creepy haze to the serenity of the open.
While motorcabs breeze lazily along Kalayaan avenue, nightowls walk along the park's winding brick pathways, oblivious to the vacant noise of the passing vehicles, indifferent to the cold breeze.
Couples huddled on cement benches romantically chat about their experiences of the day as the gently picking up wind catches their dark locks in a wrestle.
The slow cold, blanketing every inch of Asian skin, unknowingly constricts the shallow veins and arteries, intrepidly preventing body heat to escape and wander into the heavy veil of coldness.
The slippery highway belts out north to south, seemingly indefinite, as neon signs reflect on its wet surface. The rain just ended, ended the spell of extreme temperatures soaring above human feverpitch.
Evaporation emanates from the asphalt in a hellish fashion. Waving its smoky body inches from the road, merely escaping the wrath of speeding automobiles.
Hot, no. Cold, no. Warm, indescribable, the stinging wind inflicts weird sensations. it's warm, the next moment, it's cold. Suddenly, it disappears, leaving behind a deafening vacuum of nothingness. Not even sound can travel.

Adel, on her way to Landbank on the corner of San Juan and the rehabilitated Real street, ventures the fenced pathway along NORSU.
Hoping to withdraw a decent amount to curb her debt of 5 months to her landlady, Adel, a third year high school student in one of the scuffed public schools in the city clutches her only possession, a stolen credit card from her friend. It was a desperate move. She had planned to ask Rose the day before if she could borrow a few thousand pesos and pay her back when she gets home to Mabinay. But, Rose, a wannabe popular in the same school, never wanted to be associated with Adel, a poor girl in her early twenties with a dream to have an education.
However, Adel was her only classmate that didn't hate her. All the other girls in their class despised who Rose is.
Naturally, it was Rose's fault for she was the one who caused the madness.
A few weeks after the start of classes, Rose, did the thing most would've never done in any situation. She discriminated all her classmates by saying awful things to their faces. She labeled all of them as impoverished negros and negras, ugly, poverty-stricken bunch of fools and compared them illicitly to her maids, unmindful of any of their murderous reactions. It was what she saw on TV, where the popular girl had the power to do anything over anybody. It was immature. It was sad. But what was sad of all, Adel, a 24 year old girl understood the situation on that day, and didn't give it the slightest thought. She had the emotional capacity of a rock. she was mature.
Adel was the only person Rose could talk to and be a bitch without adverse reactions. It was as if Rose vented out her feelings to Adel, and Adel, gloriously blank on these daily musings .

On her way to the bank from her night class, Adel's eyes continuously darted back and forth around her. Suspicious.
She was walking alone. She hurried up the minute they were dismissed. It was her way of avoiding Rose.
She didn't want to talk to her, to look into her dreamy, bitchy, innocent eyes. It just wasn't right to be next to your victim. It was unnatural.
Meanwhile, Rose fleetingly checked her huge, imitation designer tote bag. She didn't even scan the innards as she was hurrying up to get home to freshen up and do some partying later on. Or maybe, with luck, get picked up by a guy somewhere. She'd be happy to oblige. It gave her that feeling of being longed for, being the center of the world. Just her wish.
Rose straddled her cheap RUSI bike, carefully tucking her skirt underneath her to avoid being caught in the turning wheels.
She gunned it with gusto despite the feasible stuttering of unkempt engines. She loved the feeling when people stared and gawked at her for whatever reason.
She rode off into the darkness of Praxevilla, her dark blue skirt billowing around her legs, her tote bag hanging treacherously on her skinny shoulders. She just couldn't wait to dress up in skimpy shorts and strappy platforms.

Adel, on the other hand, nearly screamed when a couple overtook her along PhilAm Life.
She is having a hard time taking in what she just did, and was about to do. She was jumpy. Paranoid. It wasn't at all like the normal Adel.
Maybe because of some factors previous, Adel now wanted to do something crazy. Something so out of the ordinary Adel, it was like a different person. Like Beyonce and Sasha Fierce, but more like Adel and Badel. Bad Adel. ...to be continued