And there's another thing that bothers me.

I can't seem to remember my past life name...

It's ironic how I clearly remembers Layla's name.

Everytime I recall my memories, but my name seems like when someone in a TV show cursed, it was censored.

Even in my dreams...

I know I should be panicking to all these happenings, but no matter what I told myself people will just laugh it off or worse, they see me as insane.

First of all, I don't have any concrete evidence that will prove my claims. Secondly, this is my supposedly life. Wasting my time being too emotional will only exhaust me. And lastly,

My physical appearance is not credible enough, and worse, I just went through an accident not long ago.

"I need to face what's in front of me first."

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"She's not, Mendoza."

My heart almost drop upon eavesdropping accidentally the conversation between two guys in my class.

Oh, yes.

Today's Monday and praying it's Friday today.

I'm sleep deprived because I was so nervous last night that I've had a hard time sleeping.

I think, around 1 AM, I was still wide awake.

I don't know when did I fell asleep but, Kuya Brandon woke me up at 4:30 AM.

Arrgh, is this what they call morning sickness?

Charot!

There's a terminal of tricycles two 10 minutes away from the house. We rode in there, together with me and Ryan sitting in the side car. And Kuya Sanjo and Martin together with the driver.

"Yumi, let's go." Kuya Martin dropped off, so I am.

Because of my situation where I have an "amnesia"...

Well, it's basically the previous Mayumi.

He needs to inform them that I may not able to catch up with the lessons and activities.

When we entered, typical Filipino high school. Full of immature teenagers.

We went to the faculty and met there my homeroom adviser, Mrs. Aquino.

While my brother busy explaining my situation, a bunch of students crowded the faculty's door. Some might curious but mostly, became my brother's admirers.

Is he that handsome?

Not long after they talked, they called my attention. Then, Kuya Martin said goodbye as the bell rang. Indicating, classes will starts.

The students dispersed ran towards their homerooms.

"Let's go, Mendoza." Mrs. Aquino stood up and brought her teaching materials and bag.

Typical teacher.

"Mendoza, I'm not your first period teacher. It's Mrs. Lopez. She's the rowdy teacher with the students in the faculty a while ago." I nodded.

The teacher in front of Mrs. Aquino's table. The one who's giggling like some dog in heat.

Yeah.

Because she seems in her mind 20's, ogling at my brother.

Child abuse.