Excerpt : Recurrence
09:15p.m., The girl had to run home to get her project. She seemed to have forgotten them the morning she woke up feeling uneasy.
It was mysteriously quiet that time. The streets were unbelievably empty; the girl was still running. She has to submit everything before 10:00p.m., as was said by her professor. She didn't even realized that she was already in the middle of the street, frantically rushing to her dormitory.
Then a black car was racing along the road. The stillness of the night was shattered with a loud bang.
She was lying on the pavement, with her eyes open and her things scattered everywhere. She was dead.
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The newspaper healine:
"Kristina Aquino admits sexual relationship with Actor-Politician Jose Marquez"
There was no news about a girl who was hit by a car.
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10:00a.m., A girl woke up; she was staring at ceiling. Her head was hurting. She didn't how to explain it but she was still breathing. The last things she remembered was running along the avenue wearing a pink bench blouse and a penshoppe jeans, carrying her bag, a cellphone, and a folder...running to her dormitory...and a car speeding down the road.
She knew she had died that night but she could not explain what is happening. She was still wearing the pink bench blouse and the penshoppe jeans when she woke up. Her name was Andrea Ilano.
It was mysteriously quiet that time. The streets were unbelievably empty; the girl was still running. She has to submit everything before 10:00p.m., as was said by her professor. She didn't even realized that she was already in the middle of the street, frantically rushing to her dormitory.
Then a black car was racing along the road. The stillness of the night was shattered with a loud bang.
She was lying on the pavement, with her eyes open and her things scattered everywhere. She was dead.
-
The newspaper healine:
"Kristina Aquino admits sexual relationship with Actor-Politician Jose Marquez"
There was no news about a girl who was hit by a car.
-
10:00a.m., A girl woke up; she was staring at ceiling. Her head was hurting. She didn't how to explain it but she was still breathing. The last things she remembered was running along the avenue wearing a pink bench blouse and a penshoppe jeans, carrying her bag, a cellphone, and a folder...running to her dormitory...and a car speeding down the road.
She knew she had died that night but she could not explain what is happening. She was still wearing the pink bench blouse and the penshoppe jeans when she woke up. Her name was Andrea Ilano.
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