BEEP. BEEP. BEEEEEEP!!!

I woke up to the usual sound of my alarm clock. "It's your big day, sweetie. Time to get up" My eyes cringed as mom opened the windows and sunlight broke into my room. I lay there with a contented smile on my face. Today IS my big day 

My name's Ma. Angelica dela Torre and in a few moments, I will be awarded as Class Valedictorian, the school's Most Outstanding Journalist, and of course, the Most Outstanding Student of the year at age 15. Yes, I'm a nerd. I've always been one. Skipped a grade, consistent honor student through grade school (and obviously high school), won various spelling and quiz bees (in and out of school), team captain of the debate team, the school's official orator, and recently, a certified UPCAT passer. Hell yeah! I'll be studying at the best university in thee Philippines. Who wouldn't love that? But really, I'm not the loser type of nerds you see in shows like 90210. Considering of course that there isn't any 'status quo' in Filipino schools. In fact, I am quite popular. Not simply because of my school works, but because of Carl Alexander Enriquez, the school's most Valuable basketball player, who happens to be my boyfriend. Complete with parents' permission of course. Come to think of it, my parents never really complained about me. They're more than proud of their only child. They gave me everything I wanted even if I didn't ask for it. I'm their PERFECT LIL ANGEL after all.

"Maicaaaaaaa!" Elle shouted as she ran towards me. "I can't believe it! This is it! We're actually wearing our togas!"

I smiled at the fact that my best friend really can't believe all these. "Of course we are, silly. Why shouldn't we be?"

"Well, you and I have different cases, remember? If you hadn't helped me solve my problems…you know I might not be here."

True. Isabelle Mae Cruz, or Elle for short, is one certified BRAT; spoiled as hell, Garfield-type laziness, and a real party animal. How she's graduating? Let's just say I did some adjustments here and there; like writing half of her English term paper, forced her to study for the final exams, and begged the Guidance Counselor not to suspend her during that last week of classes. She got in class, DRUNK as HELL.

I admit, I do find my life perfect. I had everything.

Not until after the graduating ceremony.