AnnSophia Fabron
It was the night of the 5th day since Sergio was missing. I think we all were bored with the rain outside. The continuous rain and thunder made us wary of the noise, wanting to see daylight. I spent a lot of time with Rhett that day. He was a sweetie.
If you're sad and you talk with Rhett, he will say something so funny, cheesy or corny that'll make you smile. He'll make you feel miles away from what makes you sad.
Throw in Tom with him, and you can spend hours in their company. They'll entertain you. They'll make you laugh. They'll never leave you feeling the same way you were: they'll put a smile on your face.
Rhett and I've known each other since we were four.
Our parents used to be colleagues in the Army.
My dad knew his dad and my mom knew his mom. Our families were completely military families.
Since our families knew each other, we've been close from a very young age. We used to play together (me and him) while Tom used to play with my younger sister MariaSophia Fabron (who was a year younger than me).
Our mommies used to ship us together and used to wish that when we grew up, we'd marry each other. My Mommie used to playfully call me, "Mrs. Finkleberry".
When we were ten, we both were orphaned at the same time when our parents died when they went for a tour (without us kids) to Alaska.
I remember that when I was mourning my parents' death, Rhett would always come to me, give me a hug, wipe away my tears and tell me that he was there for me. He told me that when he grows big, he would find a good job, then marry me, protect me and take care of me just like how my dad took care of me.
I found that very comforting as a 10-year-old. I always loved having him wipe away tears from my eyes.
After our parents' death, we were separated when we were put into the foster-care system. I never saw Rhett and Tom for three years until I came to Wolfgang when I was in seventh grade
After many foster-care houses, Miss. Longhorn found me and took me into Wolfgang. Rhett and Tom were enrolled a year before me.
It was on the first day of seventh grade at Wolfgang when I was reunited with the twins. I was surprised to see that they were enrolled there. Rhett smiled as he saw me. He ran and gave me a hug, causing Tommie to yell out that Rhett contracted cooties.
Rhett never stopped hanging out with me, even when Tommie quarantined him because Tommie thought that he was infected with cooties. We used to paint together. We used to race each other out in the meadows. We used to look at shooting stars together. We were so happy at being reunited. We soon became best friends like how we were before we were separated.
From then on we grew closer and closer until he finally told me that he had truly loved me for all these years when I least expected it.
He told me that because he loved me, he never had another girlfriend. He told me that because he loved me, he waited for so many years to tell me that he loved me. He told me that because he loved me, he still kept the painting I made for him when we were nine.
Safely in the chest pocket of his shirt, was that painting which he carried always, wherever he went.
Tommie missed my sister MariaSophia Fabron (whom he loved very much). Just like how Rhett kept the painting I made for him when we were nine, Tommie kept a rose that MariaSophia gave him when he was nine and when she was eight, enclosed within the pages of his diary (even though the rose dried up after many years)
While I was fortunate to get enrolled in Wolfgang, MariaSophia wasn't. But she was somewhere and I know with all my heart that Tommie is waiting to see her once again.
When MariaSophia was with us, she drew a picture of a house with the name "Maria & Tommie" on the mailbox. She loved him very much and he loved her very much. They wanted to get married at a young age. Maria used to come to my mother when she was 7 after playing with Tommie and innocently say, "Mommie, I want to marry Tommie." Mommie used to laugh and say, "Of course, honey, but after you grow up." Then Mommie and Daddy used to laugh when Maria then says, "I want to grow up as quick as possible!"
I miss MariaSophia very much. So does Tommie. I hope we see her again.
Felipe Altamirano Alvarez Espadachín
I still remember the song that I heard when I met Nacho's mother. It was Tu Cancion by Amaia and Alfred. We were at a party, while that song was playing when we first saw each other.
It was the song that was playing on Alejandro's music player. I miss Pilar very much. She was a beautiful woman and a very wonderful mother to Nacho. Nacho misses her too.
She left us when Nacho was four. She had blood cancer. But she didn't leave us alone. She left us with her memories. She may be dead, but she's always in our hearts. And in our hearts, she'll never die.
Shifaly Udawatte
Being a fan of the TV show 13 Reasons Why, I recognized the song played by someone on the piano in the common room, while it was still raining outside.
It was: The Night We Met by Lord Huron.
Attracted by the song, I walked into the common room, and I saw Basura sitting in front of the piano and playing the piano version of the song on the piano.
At first, I felt awkward being there, but then the song seemed beautiful that I felt that I needed to add some accompaniment.
As he was playing that song gently on the piano, feeling every note, I sat beside him.
He looked at me when I sat beside him and smiled.
He was surprised.
The atmosphere was tense and awkward.
Then, I smiled back, easing the tension and awkwardness.
I began playing the accompaniment to the song on the same piano.
Recovering from the surprise, Basura began playing along with me, with a tiny smile on his face.
Felipe Altamirano Alvarez Espadachín
It was the next day. A call from Santiago woke me up. When I woke up, I noticed that I slept, caressing an old picture of Pilar, Nacho and me together. I checked the time and it was 3:30 a.m.
"What's up, Santiago?" I asked.
"Sir, I am at the Police Archives Building in Calle Central. I found what you told me to look for," he said.
"Go on. Go on," I said, paying attention. I pulled out a notebook to take notes of anything he said.
"I found out that the father of Scapoli is someone by the name Guerrero Juancho Gutiérrez," said Santiago. He added, "He lives in an old age home in 16 De Julio, El Alto. But sir, I have something important to share. Just when I was at the Archives, a police officer from a station in El Alto entered the Archives. He told me that he was searching for the files for someone called 'Guerrero Juancho Gutiérrez', who was kidnapped from his old age home. I didn't think Guerrero was someone related to Juancho until I opened Scapoli's file and found that Scapoli's father was Guerrero Juancho Gutiérrez."