falling, a PRH novel

disclaimer: I do not own AF characters

A/Ns: Firstly, I would like to thank HT4eva because of continuing to support me to all my fanfics. Second, to all the other reviewers out there. Thirdly, Wicked-Smour, Mabuhay! Hehehe...Muzta naman diyan. Salamat poh sa review. LOL, at least one person understands the concept of tito. Planning to put in champorado breakfast somewhere. Lastly, I admit, I totally lost inspiration for the swear toad one. the Highschool fanfic is being editted because it slipped my mind I added Minerva to the equation.

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Chapter 3

Rainbow

The storm was raging endlessly, like in my dreams. I took refuge in the blanket I was already huddled in, trying to ignore the fact that my hair was being combed by a hired maid.

So far, I have only befriended, talked and noticed 4 people. Dad, conviniently, hired Filipino stewardess and staff. I was comfortable to that because they won't look at me as a third class girl from this country with corrupt government. That was bad because if I insult them in Filipino, they won't smile just like dad does when I insult him to the unknown language.

Back to the four people. Eva, my personal stewardess was a Cebuano whose family has sent her to work abroad, was currently brushing my hair repeatedly as I think under this blanket. Jess, who was a cook from Bicol, was happy to spend time talking to me and offering me bibinka and puto while I raid the jet's fridge for champorado. Dad gave me a Teddy Bear which he already named for me; Angeline. Who the hell was Angeline? So there, four people who I talked with for the past 3 weeks I've been stuck in this retched plane: Eva, Jess, Dad and Angeline.

Hours rolled by and the storm boomed on, threating to throw the Lear out of its course. I spent more than half of my day carresed in my make-shift cocoon, made comfortable by the soft, delicate and expensive silk that was my blanket. I already had more than 3 bowls of lugaw and I was still cold. I detested this day.

After 3 tiresome, boring weeks of my new life, the plane began to descend.

I hurried out of my refuge and to the nearest window. I was disappointed to see mist and cloouds blocking the view of our destination. Though it was probably Ireland, I was still so curious where we were headed; where my life was headed. Because by this point, I have no idea where to go and I simply let the current control the waves of my life. And I'm the little minnow fish from the coral reef being carried away by other big fishes around me. What a nice metaphor: fishes.

I covered my ears, deafened by the sound of the wheels touching ground. I walked out eagerly, enthusiastic despite the fact that I would be meeting my new family is lurking in the seconds, ready to eat my positive mood.

I ran to the exit, ignoring the fluttering maids running to catch me to fix my hair, change my dress and all that. I raced to the exit, whistled pass dad's room. Dang, he saw me passing.

"Claudy, darling. Wait!" Claudy? What kind of nickname was that? For all I know he named his sons after himself and call them Arty. Haha, Arty, what a girly name. Sounds a lot like arte. (A/N: a Filipino reader's own inside joke. I'll explain later. :P)

"Yes father?" He hates being formal around me; thats why I love to do it!

"Please, try to be on your best behavior. This is really important for your new mother. And I know you and my eldest son will get along just fine. Plus, the twins are the most adorable things ever, though you have to watch out for Myles though." He chortled out a nervous laugh. I suddenly recall the portrait I saw on my first day on the jet. I remembered the woman's eyes, kind and sweet like what my own mother's eyes were, commited to my memory. The image made me internally groan. Here goes my conscience. Fine! I'll make myself pretty for the lady. I sat down on a couch and closed my eyes as pairs of hands moved so fast they were a blur. I let myself fall in their clutches. Cluthes of ponytails and eyes shadows, that is.

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Filipino Vocabulary time for those Euro and Obama peeps out there.

Bibinka- a Filipino desert. Often served with coconut gratings (niyog) and salted egg. Sold on Christmas Eve actually.

Puto- Filipino rice cake. Great with cheese. Ok, now Im just starting a cookbook.

Champorado- boiled rice with cocoa. Awesome with milk. Eat it warm, great on rainy days.

Lugaw- boiled rice stew

Arte- means super girl. As in the "Oh My gish, I love your top!" kind of person. The lip gloss type.

A/N: ok, sorry for the long waiting time. Better late than never! R&R