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“What?! Caraga Regional Science High School is shutting down?”
The whole remark was heard all over Toluca Lake as Marjorie squeaked. Not that she had not squeaked ever. In fact, her squeaking is considered as her usual reaction whenever things go disastrous, but this was an understatement because that squeak was probably the squeakiest among all the octaves her vocals could ever produce. The LA Times journalist threw the remote control at her flat screen as she rushed on the phone and dialed a number.

“OMG Yan, have you heard?” Marjorie whole-heartedly spoke.

“With two ears, how could I not? The problem is I specifically don’t know what topic you’re discussing with me Marj” On the other line, Geianne’s voice was dripping with fluent sarcasm as she was having her happy afternoon nap. Yes, how sensitive of her to be all moody, but you can’t blame her though. Her week was loaded. She just came from Paris checking her own food hub after the scheduled business lessons in Harvard.

“Right. A news from CNN came up and said that this rich business tycoon is buying CRSHS lot to replace it with a stinking mall,” she went on gushing.

Yes, you heard that right. In a span of just five years, Surigao became one of the most highly industrialized cities in the whole world ever since it had been featured to the Forbes magazine by editor in chief Bon Ann Perocho. Later on, billionaires over the globe had invested on to the peaceful land. If Geianne wasn’t wrong, this so called “mall” to replace her Alma Matter would be the 105th. But then, she realized counting is technically part of math so definitely, she could go wrong.

“Well I haven’t heard that just till now. Im supposed to be in Mars.” Geianne replied.

“Yea, yea, the lessons, Paris, the food, and the third installment of your novel. Where’s your partner by the way?” Marjorie asked.

“Una’s somewhere in Hawaii having her so called vacation when she organized the first part. She’s going back to London this weekend after Louis Vuitton would process her creation. So who’s the wicked stag?” Geianne’s cold mood crept off.

“Hmm, no idea. But im thinking to press the issue so we could push his face on television and pull off his plan. But I need your help guys and we’ll need pen to tackle him.” Marj confessed.

“Puhleaaase! Marj, you’re pulling out this Percy Jackson stunt again! It’s been years and your still up for his sword-turning pen. Maybe you could discuss those stuffs to Mia.” Geianne pointed out.

“Silly mutt. I mean we could write about the issue, publish it and whatever. And maybe he, she, or whoever it is might back off. I cant take the person that easy, s/he’s rumored to be a zillionaire hun. You can start by calling Bonzkie. I lost her new number when I was interviewing some natives in Africa.”

“Oh no, you cant disturb her honeymoon. She’ll snap.” Actually, Geianne spoke the wrong word. Snap, no. Would start World War III, yes. You see, Bonzkie already made them promise that interruption would be invalid during her week-long rest from all the work with her new husband, Francisco Lachowski whom she’ve met two years ago in one of her collaborative fashion events with Una.

“Yan, just put her on the third line, pretty please?” Marj pleaded.

There goes the click. And then…

“Didn’t I tell you to please, guys, just please, even a week, leave me alone!” There goes Bon Ann’s booming warning.

“Told ya, Marj,” Geianne interjected.

“Whatever. Just listen Bon, okay?” Marj started.

The two then narrated what happened and told Bon Ann their plans. Turns out Bonzkie’s in a rush to save the place too. She is now in a blast to go back to New York and even shouted “Pack up Lachowski!” in the background during their talk.

“Where’s Una by the way?” Bon Ann half-mindedly asks while she was still overwhelmed by the earth-shattering news.

“Hawaii. Long story. I’ve tried to contact her for the fourth line but she’s not picking up.” Geianne informed.

“Im sending her an SMS right away. Listen girls, I’m still gonna fix my luggage so see you at Marj’s on Saturday, alright!” Bon Ann laid the topic on a break and so did the two.

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Saturday at Marj’s

“I can’t believe their demolishing our school! Tell me the human being behind this isn’t in his sanity!” Una puts on a high voice and a smug face. She could not believe her meeting in London was cancelled just because her gals told her something that caused her situation to even get worse. Not to mention, she even missed her chance to meet this hot wrestler she’s supposed to see yesterday night to rush on the airport instead. Triple the madness.

“Me either. This could not possibly be. I mean… ugh!” Geianne lost her words.

“Guys, chill. I already wrote an article about it and you three must support it and write some reviews. It’ll surely catch people’s attention soon.” Marjorie reassured. The bigger the spark, the more possibility of starting a fire.

“Now let’s focus, the more the reviews, the more the attention. Let’s spread the word to our batchmates then. Im sure they have already heard the mayhem. The problem is, we don’t have much time and contacts to inform everybody, I wish we could have a somewhat kind of device to track people easily.” Bon Ann added.

Minutes later while the girls were trying to think on what their friend just said, an idea came up into their minds unanimously. Not an idea, but a person with an idea. Arcy.