I’m stock in this manhole again, sighed Pablo Neri the ID or also known as PNI, as he spurned the bumping of old workbooks, crumpled notebooks, uncovered pens, and peso coins inside his owner’s bag. He celebrates the light and curses the darkness. He loves to be scanned on a digital scanner of the school. Of course, he likes to be recognized.

“Monday has come!” shouts his owner, Pablo Neri. Pablo is a flabby boy ho is diagnosed by his classmates to have an inferiority complex. But actually, he doesn’t have it. He is just conversationally selective.

“This is just one of the ordinary days,” Pablo declares. He always cheers himself up since the  day Glenda, his seatmate is Chemistry 101, refused his first ever courtship.

[One month ago. . .]

Light! This is it! I’m coming out! Screams PNI with a great relief. I was stocked for two days and I was left without a choice, but to smell the stinks of Pablo’s bag. Why does this slouch, fat, irresponsible loser need to dump me in his hell! I could have been killed! [sigh] Anyway, the good thing is, I’m still alive. . .very alive to see the world.

It’s the first day of the class fresh from Christmas break. Pablo picked and wore PNI around his neck. That day he decided to tell Glenda what he felt about her.

“Hi”, greets Pablo with a smile. “ I was wondering if we could have lunch together. . .alone, I mean just the two of us. I want to talk to you up close. . .I mean personally and eee. . .exclusively. That’s if you’re available and it’s kind of okay with you,” invites the uneasy Pablo.

That’s the thing I’ve been telling you! Tell her and don’t hesitate! Heartens PNI. We are but the handsomest people alive on earth! He proclaims.

“Sure, I’d love to,” answers Glenda with a soft voice.”

“Yes!” celebrates both PNI and Pablo.

This is the day! This is the day! This is your day, Pablo. . ., sings PNI while Pablo and Glenda were heading to the cafeteria.

Shut up! You, annoyance! You are born to do nothing but to disturb. Can’t you see I’m taking a rest? I had bad sleep for nights, complains Glenda Suares, the ID a.k.a. GSI.