Chapter 12:

Chapter 002.9: I'm Not Scared!

Birds Of A Feather V1

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I turned off my phone and shoved it into the pocket of my school pants. I closed my eyes and rest my back on the chair inside the tricycle.

I am alone here excluding the driver and the illuminance are just few yellow lightbulb. I can also feel the vibration passing through the fibers of my tired muscles from my back to as far as my calf. The cold breeze against the running tricycle is freezing giving me goosebumps all over my body.

With all of this, I just want to sleep.

A lot happened in just less than a day. I won't say it's too big of an event but it sure isn't insignificant as well.

Mae-chan, my very first love came back to town and coincidentally transferred into our class.

Al who is a friend I made in first year whom I had a bitter past with reunited and reconciled with me as well.

For some reason, my gentle and pretty much domestic girlfriend became unusually violent.

And I also got myself into a fight, albeit just stand by on the sideline.

I am bored. I admit it. I am chronically bored. I need a stimulation especially now that I'm resting. There's nothing fun to do. But I don't want a boring stimulus. I don't want to waste energy over something insignificant and dull. It's just annoying. I rather not have it.

And a fight with Yellowhead is one of those boring and annoying stimulus. I can already foretell what they plan to do next.

Oh hell, give me a break.

Yellowhead isn't even part of my usual stimulus I'm currently resting away from with. I rather try another type of stimulus than play a game with him.

*Creak~!*

The shrill screech of friction between the wheel and the brake woke me up from my thoughts. I glanced outside through the window and saw that I'm in the entrance of our neighborhood. If I passed through this street, I'll be stepping on the ground of Starville.

I gave a 10 peso coin to the driver.

"Here's your change."

"Thank you kuya."

He handed me ten pieces of 1 peso coin. As a student, the normal fare for a tricycle is lowered by 2 pesos so I have extra allowance with me.

It's not like we're poor. In fact, with the standard in the Philippines, we're considered to be part of the upper class.

My father is a senior level doctor who earns an average salary of ₱1,559,269 per year in Manila.

While my mom gets an average annual salary of ₱500,000 or so for being senior sales manager in our city.

Collectively, our family's annual income is ₱2,000,000 at the very least.

But my parents used their money sparingly. They only give me 50 pesos to spend in a day at school. They only spend on what's necessary and save most of their income into the bank. It's for the sake of emergency, the future, and for my blood.

I'm not familiar with any of this because I left this to other people, and in our household, Crystal is the one who manages our family's financial accounts.

But, I know that my parents spent a lot of money for my blood reserves.

I have Rh null blood type or also known as the ‘golden blood’. It's highly valued in the medicine world with it's property as a universal donor. But for us with it, it's hard.

Searching for Rh null blood donors is pretty hard. The rarity of this blood type is too high. As far as I know, there are only 50 or so of us officially recorded in the whole world. That's why it's pretty expensive as well.

And even if you do find a donor, it still won't be that easy. There's a lot of documents and paperwork for transporting and exporting blood bags, in and out the of Philippines.

I'm already privileged to be able to have three regular donors who donates blood for me to use for the future sakes.

Publicly, selling and buying blood is forbidden for good reasons but my parents used a backdoor to allow me to have three regular donors.

And my parents pay those donors everytime they donate their blood to be frozen reserved for me. And the price aren't naturally cheap.

I don't really know what exactly is going on and I couldn't care any less.

In short, we might be one of those with high-income class in the Philippines, but we're not really that rich.

And it's because I am weak.

I am really weak. And getting hurt is my greatest physical vulnerability. I can't afford to lose so much blood or I'll have a hard time. Or perhaps I'll even die.

So it's not like the reason why I'm hugging an itchy tree is because I'm afraid of dogs or anything. It's just that my blood is precious and expensive. My parents work hard for it so there's no way I could allow myself to be hurt.

*ARF!*ARF!*ARF!*

This cute and white ‘aspin’ keep barking and now I'm surrounded by his fellows. Now, there are eight dogs welcoming my return. I wonder if they also have angels and trumpets with them. You missed me that much huh. Well I don't.

*ARF!*ARF!*ARF!*

3 dogs or so suddenly jumped in sync and I was taken aback. I almost fell but I used my skills to stabilize myself.

No. I wasn't scared. It's a normal response. It's not like a trauma flashed before my eyes which made me defensive.

Oh hell. I guess I have no choice. I'll beat you up you little PUUUUUUUU!--

Fuck. They jumped again.

Agh! My reputation as a great protagonist is being damaged. What are you dogs gonna do if we loses readership?

Hell, I'll be a hero and protect this world. If the creator became unhappy, this world could end easily.

No! I said I'm not scared!

It's to protect the world by protecting Voracity's happiness.

Fuu~

Okay okay.

This is easy. I took a pen from my backpack and held it like a dagger.

It's fine. Just go down there and stab them all one by one. Just make sure to utilize what you're good at and evade their assaults.

Fuu~ Easy.

I slowly stretched my leg to land to the ground.

*ARF!*

Ah. Oh. A dog jumped and I felt its teeth brushed on my pants. I immediately executed a tactical retreat.

Fuu~

I exhaled after a short contemplation.

It's cruel indeed. Killing dogs is cruel. They also have their own life and feelings. It's even known that they're man's best friend. And their owners could even go as far as nourishing themselves with them once they die so that they will be part of their owner and be together forever.

Perhaps, they just actually wanted to play.

*ARF!*

*Crack!*

A dog gnawed the pen. Whoah. That was an awesome vertical jump.

Regardless, perhaps I'm actually a girl. Why did they say ‘dogs are man's best friend'? Either they're wrong or I'm actually a girl.

*ZZZZZZT!*ZZZZZZT!*

Hmm..?

My phone vibrated. Oh, it's mom and I noticed that she have 37 missed calls and 17 text messages in my notification bar. I didn't noticed this earlier I'm checking the time.

"Oh hell hello good evening mom~."

{Fuu~ I'm gla~d you finally answered. I was about to call the police you know~}

Fumu. This long-winded speaking in a gentle and soothing tone is my mother's.

"My bad mom. My phone was in airplane mode."

{Mou~ Don't make me worry~ And why are you late? Where are you~?}

"I'm at the entrance of our village."

{Oh I see~ I'll pick you up}

"I'm fine mom."

Yes I'm fine.

{No~ It's already raining baby Mark. You didn't bring your umbrella right~? I'll pick you up}

Wait it's raining?

"Alright. Why are you even home this early mom?"