There are people in my life whom I considered to be some of my 'greatest friends'. These are people whom, I think, would have my back...or would even bail me out when worst comes to worst. But lately it got me thinking, would I really trust them with that one phone call to bail me out or would they not have my back after all?…
The thought of being in a new country is very mind blowing to me, and the thought of living with complete strangers sort of excites me. I know, I am weird, whatever. Honestly, who knows who I will end up living with? Would they be nice, strange, exciting, rude or cheerful? I could use up all the adjectives in the dictionary, but still have no clue whatsoever.…
A short story by Danica Tanjutco.…