Tricycle ghost

A simple tshirt and jeans. A small bag for wallet, paper and pen.

It is the first of school at the month of August. My first name is Pedro and the rest is settled.

I walked at morning bright at the side of the highway close at my subdivision and get to a tricycle station.

40 pesos a ride

Im going to Phoenix University.

"I am now in college. Since I have no aura, I was picked on at school. But grandma who adopted me at her home in memory of my mother. Strict and weird, I would describe my lola", Pedro introduced himself to an unknown audience.

"Having no aura means no magic abilities, I was considered to be mediocre. Though my highschool life did not bring any discrimination. The country of Philippines is swarming with them. As a citizen, I am damned embarrased", Pedro added.

At QC district there are a lot of universities, but the one I picked is closed so that both my mind and soul would not take a toll. Phoenix University.

Ay trapik nanaman... the driver sighed

The road is jammed packed to traffic. A regular morning occurrence in the country. Having more cars and still roads. No wonder, regulation didn't got a plan.

Looks like I will have to use it...

Pedro put his fare at the cut bottle of soda for change. At 10 seconds count in his mind, he grabbed his bag and disappeared from the carriage.

Another tricycle driver called out that he wants to transfer his passenger to Pedro's previous carriage. To the driver's suprise, his passenger is gone without a sound.