G

I should have known, should have known, should have known again.
But here it goes again. Oh here it goes again.
- OK GO

I'm back.

It's Normie who calls the shots. She's the shortest girl in class but she is the class president. She stands on the platform, assigning tasks, making announcements, telling everyone to keep quiet which is really the class president's main job.

She calls me Cookie. Of course there's that nastinest left over from all those years of fighting but being Seniors makes everybody feel sisterly and forgiving which is why, perhaps, she calls me Cookie. Henceforth I will allow it.

I look down at my left jumper strap. There it is -- the G. So, it's true, I'm back.

I almost drown in a wave of panic. Who knows how much time I have left to correct all the things that need to be corrected.

Step one. Ignore Anna. Less than 10 years from now she will proposition you and you'll laugh. Step two. Let Annie be. She's going to UST soon -- the school which made even Jose Rizal unhappy and in that school she will betray you. Step three. Ah, Ella. Warn her about your favorite ex who won't like her as much as she likes him. Step four -- oh forget it. This should be step one -- find Naj. Tell her! Tell her everything!

Now how can I slip past Normie?

It's no fun to go back. This responsibility, heavy like lead, heaviest around my heart.