Everyone was already prepared for the fancy drill competition among the Fourth Year Special Science classes of Rizal High School. The past days were packed with practices, practices and practices that squeezed every inch of our bodies. Last night, our tiresome rehearsal ended at 9 pm.
Winning is not on our section’s vocabulary; all we want is to finish this for us to focus on other things that are utterly important such as our historical researches and our term papers that are due on Friday. I am right on saying that this is the most crucial week I ever had.
Everything was set when something bad happened to my best friend. I freaked out when the news came to me that he was rushed to a hospital. Something happened! Something terrible happened without my knowing it! Because of what happened, the elimination procedure was postponed. Everybody was frustrated. I, on the other hand, was stupefied by every single thing that was around me including the pressure of my paper works, my obligations, my assignments, etc.
I hurriedly went to the hospital where my best friend was rushed to. I first saw his mother who didn’t know what to do next. She was accompanied by her sister who was trying to calm her but the former couldn’t relax the latter.
A cardiac arrest. I held my breath so slowly, breathing in the acceptance of the bad news that he is in a critical condition. Tears began to stream down my cheeks. He is my best friend, I don’t want to lose him.