I woke up with a loud banging paired with an equivalent tone of Daisy's shouting, and yes that is the sound of my alarm clock, customized version. I opened the door, to see Daisy with a toothbrush hanging on her mouth.

"Hurry up will be fuckin late!" she said as some bubbles escape her mouth and onto my face, nothing unusual. I took it off and smelled it, hmm strawberry. Daisy seems to like using toothpastes for kids, with sesame street characters as its packaging, nothing unusual still.

"Yeah, yeah." I said lazily, as I yawned and scratched my eyes, multitasking as to feel if there's some morning glory sprouted on it.

"Hey babe!" Vincent's face suddenly popped at the side of my doorway.

Well, just to make things clear, Vincent is not my boyfriend. He's the boyfriend of one of my girlfriends named Charmaine, we call her Chin. She's Chinese and Vincent is Dutch, cool combo right? Anyways, Vincent's logic – stupid as it is – if Chin is her girlfriend then all of us will be his girlfriend too. Well not literally, he just call us all babe.

I cringed, surprised to see his freckled face, full smile and a pineapple on his head, and that's actually his hair. "Fudging biscuits Vincent! It's too early for Halloween!"

"Babe you mentioning biscuits, kinda made me hungry." He went inside my room and paced, looking for my stash. Now it looks like a giant just entered my hobbit house.

My room is pretty small with a single bed, single closet, single table, all single, including me. It's painted in girly pink, not by choice, and actually everything in it. It actually feels like I'm in a mental hospital or a day care, or something in between.

"Will you get out of my room!" I said as I pushed him out. He laughed and went inside Daisy's room.

Most of our friends usually comes to our apartment when there's no class and simply hang out, or probably just to annoy us, like what Vincent is doing right now.

I tried to ignore him and probably the rest of the gang, who's hanging out in Daisy's room, who's way more spacious than mine. I silently went towards the bathroom of this apartment's floor without stopping by, careful for them not to sense me. Well it's not like they're vampires with incredible hearing, but oh well it's fun to play spy. Tiptoeing across Daisy's room, suddenly the door opened, and came out Jel.

"Sssssh!" I said aggressively with my eyes on full moon mode. "Hurry and close the door comrade! Don't let them get me." I tried to sound like a cowboy or cowgirl with a rusty voice. Jel laughed and gestured for me to go on. I saluted her before I went inside the bathroom.

After shower, I wore my now very tight uniform, that's been loyal to me for 3 years, and my trusty old backpack. I knocked on Daisy's room, ready to go to school. When I opened the door and saw them in t-shirts and jeans. Fuck.

Daisy laughed, and they all followed suit. "The heck are you wearing? You're not looking like that to the shoot are you?"

Oh shit, I just remembered. Our teacher said we don't have class today, for us to focus on our short film project. Ugh.

"Can I change? Promise I'll be quick."

"Okay babe, 5 minutes we'll time you. Pass that will leave you." Vincent said as he looked on his watch, while smirking the whole time.

"Why the harsh treatment?" I said pouting. I know they love bullying me, well, all of us loves to bully one another.

"We already waited for an hour Vic. What were you doing in there?" Chuck said, with squinted eyes as he wiggles his brows, obviously green thoughts are working on that head of his.

I just gave him the finger. But that actually added spark on the fire that was already in his brain, and gave him an idea. "Wait, so you were... using that?"

"Whaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaat!?" With a loud ugh, I left Daisy's room. I hear them laughing as I stomped my hobbit feet painfully to the floor, and retreated back to my room. Loser, I said to myself though with a smile.

I changed into a forest green v-neck shirt and white shorts, paired with white converse. Also, taking out the books in my backpack and replaced it with my Nikon D3100 and Yankees ball cap. I ran towards Daisy's room, actually taking seriously Vincent's threat. For I have no idea where were shooting, and I don't have money for the cab.

"So?..." I asked standing in the open doorway.

"Five minutes and 2 seconds." Vincent said smirking.

"Still passed. Automatic round off."

"We're bad at math." Chuck said as he stood up and checked his face on the mirror, fixing his hair.

For a guy, he has pretty smooth skin, literally, he has faiere skin than my butt when I was a baby. His hair is always styled, to his own definition of perfection. He looks like that guy, hosting in American Idol, Ryan Something, well probably about 10% resemblance.

"So you failed." Then he laughed. "You'll pass if you'll let me borrow your comb." I threw it to him and he actually caught it one handedly.

We're now in Vincent's car travelling to some unknown place that they plan in shooting or was it we. I don't usually listen on meetings most of the times, so I just go with the flow.

This time though, is one of the hardest and weirdest experience in my life, well for this day only. Vincent's car is not a suv or a hummer or a bus. It was a four-seated car (a black Chevrolet), and we actually miscalculated heads. There are 7 of us now. We have to improvise a new seating arrangement, where we can all fit in.

So, I'm now laying on the laps of Jel, Daisy and Chuck, as they sat at the back. It's a good thing my head's not facing Chuck's junior, but it's equally awkward for my face to be in pretty close proximity on Daisy's cat. Chin and Pat shared the passenger's seat, and obviously Vincent's driving, driving ridiculously fast.

"Vincent! Will you slow it down? You're probably going to see my head under your seat soon." They all laughed, but I'm not actually joking. If my cushions (Jel, Daisy and Chuck) aren't holding me right now, I would have probably flew flat to the car's front window, like a mosquito.

After 30 minutes of that painful joyride, finally Vincent came to a stop and parked his car. When I got out it was only then that I realized that we're in a cemetery. Well it's not those typical scary looking ones, it's one of those class A type.

We see hills and hills of freshly cut green grass, white clean marble tombs scattered on the area with fairly wide distance on each other, white buildings on the distance probably homes for richer dead people or rest houses for their families, there are also tons of big old trees on the sides, and a small garden on the far north. It was eerily beautiful.

They started unpacking the things we needed for the shoot and headed out to look for the spot where we can finally set up. I was setting up the tripod and camera in place, when Patricia suddenly popped out on my side, scaring me in the process, she looked like a freakin ghost. Literally!

"Shit." I said while patting my throbbing chest, trying to calm my heart before it leaps out.

Patricia laughed and she's so pretty, even as a ghost. She's one of the prettiest girls in cafa, and I'm lucky to be friends with her. She has this Chinese beauty, with milky white skin, chinky eyes, chestnut hair and perfect smile. Chin also has similar features, the only difference is that she's a bit tanned, and have bigger melons.

"Don't tell me we are shooting a horror movie." I joked, hoping she'd say that the whole get up was only for a prank to random strangers.

"Yep. Didn't you know the brief?" Patricia asked.

"Nope. I skipped the part of listening." I mentally sighed. I'll probably won't have any sleep tonight.

The story of the film was focused on this ghost girl, which is Patricia, as she haunts her boyfriend, played by Chuck. I actually have no idea what scene were shooting, so I'm just going with the flow. My role is to hold an umbrella as Daisy, our director, shoots them. We went on like that for hours, and actually finished the scenes that featured this place before sundown.

As we were heading towards Vincent's car, I saw a familiar car pass us, a blue beetle. An unexpected slap on the forehead woke me up from my haze. I turned to Patricia who was laughing so hard, and she's still on her ghost form.

If I was a random stranger and Patricia did that, I would have probably run screaming "a ghost just slapped me", then I'd trip and die.

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I'd like to do a shout out to my ever supportive friend