It was a long travel from the East to the States. P.S… I hate airplanes. Damn air turbulence. It made me sick a few times but I had managed to choke it in. The stomach acid which kept rising into my mouth, burns. Yes, I know, disgusting right?

After my last flight, I got down the plane and was met with a tour guide from the university. He was a kind old gentleman. I think he could be as old as my parents but I can't be sure because we have different cultures. I took into account that they may look old but as of their biological clock, they may be young, nothing different in that as we Filipinos are the same.

When I got to the Campus, I hid my amazement. Well, good luck to me and my life.

I smirk as I got around easy-peasy. I had known later on that I was placed in the Mechanical Engineering program. It was in my reach. I had good impressions and was deemed to be a geek for wearing the stupid Harry Potter glasses with a pony tail. I was dubbed 'The Transfer Nerd' but it was fine, anything that would keep them away from me.

Thankfully, the bullies know not to mess with me when they had cornered me one night. I had zapped them with my re-engineered zapper that can really pack a punch to who ever where to come at a certain distance. The power of positively charge electrons… I laughed remembering the events of them limping away from my treat. Now, they call me 'Bitch' pretender' which made those who don't know the events that had happened to them, curious.

From the students, I learned that any information on me is limited. The school wasn't making my profile accessible for anyone other than the government perhaps but I don't care. That is there problem. All I care about is my education.

I'm one of those who were the youngest mechanics in our department. I achieve so much in so little time that I had another title from them 'The Spark'. They had too many meanings for it to elaborate.