INTRODUCTION

L A N C E    J U S T I N  A L A Z A R

Or

Let's just call him simply

Justin.

Gwapo? Check. (/)

Study first ampeg? Check. (/)

Sporty? Team Captain pa nga Basketball, so Check.(/)

Mabait? Nope.

Here's the first thing to remember about him, for you to be aware in case of emergency:

He's a Cussing Machine.

And here's the second one: Pala-sigawsiya. Akala mo, bingi lagi ang kausap.

BAD BOY SIYA. MASAMA UGALI.

At one last thing...

He's a Man whore. Team Captain ng basketball team nila, at matatawagmo ring Team Captain din ng mga man whore namalalandinamakikita kung saan-saang lupalop na may kalandian.

Yuck.

So, why I'm even wasting my time just to describe him?

Oh well...

Because He... Lance Justin is the one who will help me. Even he wants it or not, it's his obligation.

Why?

Because I'm a Spirit.

And he's the only one who sees me.

And what help is that?

Well, ano ng ba ang wala sa kaluluwa?

Edi ang isang katawan.

So... he'll help me to find my body.    

Author's Note: I used my best friend's name in here. This story is partially dedicated to him. 

Hey Lance, if you're reading this, I'm sorry for everything. I'm sorry if I wrote this story. If I used your name.