Share
Chapter 46: Hook-Up
“After Satan had dragged us into a pitfall of filthy shits, you are still in the mood for some play time?” Philip said, shrugging his shoulders.
“Yes.” Samantha responded, chin up, eyes were two balls of fire catapulting a heavy and intense stare to the guy who just questioned her will. “What? Is it not allowed now to take a break from all the curses and misfortunes we are currently going through?” She was confident she’s going to win the argument, even if it didn’t end up that way because Philip suddenly realized he had no power to overrule the great and the mighty Samantha.“Of... Of course its allowed. Okay, ‘kay. Whatever your saying. But please spare me from that stupid game. I don’t want to join in.”
“No one’s not joining. Do you hear me?” Samantha flicked her eyebrows shaped like an inverted check mark to the ceiling. She fRelated chapters
The Photo Collector Chapter 47: "I Ship Them, Too!"
Okay. Boring. The first round of the game Spin the Bottle was utterly boring.With a blank face, Cylvia retrieved the bottle from the floor and tossed it high in the air. When it landed back between her hands, she presented it to Samantha and asked, “I believe its my turn to spin now?” she’d asked. She gave the empty container a good shake while waiting for Samantha’s answer.“Almost but not quite.” Samantha stretched her body across the circle and snatched the container from Cylvia. As she recovered her body back, she fixed the folds and creases of her night gown (It’s true, it’s only a few hours past lunch but she was already on her slumber outfit), and said, “That’s somewhat similar to how it actually works, yes! But the one who was asked to spill a truth or do a dare should be the one who would spin the bottle next. So technically, it’s Jermaine’s turn.”
The Photo Collector Chapter 48: Announcements
CHUCKThat was close. Very, very close. However, we were deeply sorry for not being able to hear what was Geodie’s supposedly answer for that question of truth. Was there any chance for her to answer that question? At this time, perhaps no. Maybe sometime, if anyone would pull the gut and ask her the same question again, then perhaps yes.But now that Mrs. Tejada entered the room without knocking at least once on the door, which was very rude and impolite of her by the way, chances of continuing and furthering the game slimmed in an instant. Why was she here anyways? To tell us that we’ll extend our stay for another day? Or to announce to us that another murder mystery had been terribly and horrifically committed again?Mrs. Tejada clicked the lock of the door knob as she slowly pushed the door close. She walked with no sound of footsteps echoing on the floor at all, and proceeded to the front wearing the same se
The Photo Collector Chapter 49: Free At Last
CHUCK(30 hours in lockdown)It was turning seven in the evening when Mrs. Tejada came back. Around that time, everyone had just finished cleaning themselves and packing up their things to ready for the lifting of the lockdown.Cylvia and Ashley were twinning pajamas, a blue and white cotton fabric with cute little dolphins scattered everywhere with no definite patterns. Samantha was on her night game, Vhynz was in pair of LAKERS jersey uniform, Chuck was on his brown corduroy, and the rest of the girls had pretty much the same type of slumber wears.When I was done packing my things, I lifted my trolley bag off my chair, and pulled it all the way to the door where almost everyone were already in line preparing to leave the room. The seats were arranged back to their proper arrangements, scattered laundry and rubbishes from snacks were now pretty much collected in a black trash
The Photo Collector Chapter 50: Jieve
JIEVEAfter standing in line, listening to the speech of the Vice Principal while praying it wouldn’t take long so we could finally set free from the crowded situation, the queue of the Freshmen Star Section shattered into pieces as they got the luckiest opportunity to leave the building first. We were so jealous because they were the first to smell the fresh air outside, they were the first to stretch their limbs and bones and free themselves from the arthritis-prone gesturing, and last yet ain’t the least, they were the first to finally go home after being away for more than thirty-one hours due to the implemented emergency lockdown.The order for the releasing (Yes, I chose the word ‘releasing’ because it really felt like we were prisoners held captive in a jail for no reason) of students were in chronological manner; First Year students to Fourth Year students, and that only possessed the unchangeable and brutal reality that of a
The Photo Collector Chapter 51: Jieve (Part 2)
Upon blasting out those sizzling words, Samantha turned around to me. For the first time in the history of Samantha and Jieve encounters, she looked me in the eyes; her gaze was perfectly horrific, and torridly intimidating. It was brown like her twin brother, Vhynz, but at that moment during our gaze, it turned red. Like fire. Like a burning hot magma boiling on the mouth of a dangerously active volcano.She moved to steps back to me. She paused. She leaned her body forward until there was only at least two fingers between us. And then, after a sigh, she said, “It’s not my fault if you are born and raised with high temper. So don’t blame me if your level of patience is poor because I don’t have anything to do with it. I don’t have business with it, and I don’t have business with you.” She flipped her hair, some of its fibers splashed like a running water on my face. “So here’s the deal. No one’s stopping
The Photo Collector Chapter 52: Best Friends
The thing was, LD and I were friends. I mean, close friends. Closer tham best friends, actually. We had been sharing the same friendship together ever since we were Pre-School (Her Mom and my Mom were Best friends, too.), that was why I witnessed all the struggle he had been ever since. He was obese, and his obesity was not just any other’s obesity. His case was different, because no matter how I tried to convince him to lose weight, and no matter how hard did he tried to at least engage on the idea of losing weight, he just could not still drop a pound. He had just gotten bigger and bigger, to the point that it was already alarming. If Andrei was fat, he was twice (or maybe twice and a half) fatter than Andrei.“Well, good then. Let’s go there together,” he said once he was done making up for a breather.“Seriously speaking, boy, I have not taken a pee ever since the lockdown started. Crazy, right? I did not know
The Photo Collector Chapter 53: SAMANTHA, AGAIN?
LD warmed his hands on the dryer just beside the wide mirror bordered with gold and silver bars with carvings of mini flowers. When he was all done, he paused back to the center of the mirror and had a quick look of himself. “They are both doing well. There are times Dad is out of the metro for work purposes. As for my Mom, as usual, she is busy doing bacon and cheese sandwiches with tomato slices and strips of lettuce leaves. I’m sick of it, actually. I’m getting more and more bloated because I have been eating from breakfast up to dinner,” he answered.“Oh? Isn’t it supposedly a good diet? And besides, I don’t see any reason to get used of eating your Mom’s special burger. I’m craving for it, shit!”LD brushed his messy hair. “Mom is actually looking forward for your next visit. Dad, too. They are both missing you and sometimes it annoys me because it questions my value as
The Photo Collector Chapter 54: Die Together
“What-what are you trying to do? Why-why do you have a knife, Samatha?” I asked, the trembling of my voice was enough to suffice my veins with overflowing fear and tremor. “Whatever this is, this is not a good joke. Stop it, you are scaring us!” I even added.LD clenched his fists, but it did not look like he was planning to punch Samantha, or perhaps trying to take the knife away from her. To me, he was clenching his fists because just like me,he was afraid too. Afraid that maybe Samantha was not kidding. Afraid that maybe Samantha was not in the right mood for a prank.Samantha moved closer at the same time our hearts moved closer to our rib cage, too. She raised the chopping knife in the air, pointing the sharp edge of the rectangular weapon to my direction. The rusts, the bronze color that sparked as the light of the yellow bulbs inside the comfort room shimmered over the knife reflected our faces on its surface.
Latest chapter
- The Photo Collector Chapter 151: The Letter
- The Photo Collector Chapter 150: Plans, We Need Plans
- The Photo Collector Chapter 149: Torture
- The Photo Collector Chapter 148: Suspects
- The Photo Collector Chapter 147: All Are Shitty
- The Photo Collector Chapter 146: Breakfast Us Three
- The Photo Collector Chapter 145: Safe and Sound
- The Photo Collector Chapter 144: Yet Another Perfect Crime
- The Photo Collector Chapter 143: Delicately Dangerous
