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I'm not the type of person who gets pissed off easily, but today was the last straw.

I drew the line. They crossed it.

It started off as a sunny, happy October 8--the second day of the Division Schools Press Conference in Ozamiz City. As everyone said good luck to the participants participating in different events, we sat on chairs three to five feet away from the stage, waiting for our event, Radio Broadcasting.

Morning changed to afternoon, and it was high time to write our script for the event. We helped each other to get the work done quickly. We typed in our scripts, submitted it to the devils them for printing and checking, went back to our seats and started practicing.

We still practiced when other participants had begun performing. When it was still on the second contestant, we already proceeded to the waiting room so that we would have last-minute check-ups to see if everything was fine.

Then it was our turn. It was a smooth start, with me being the anchorwoman.

The disaster struck after a short advertisement by my group mates. They discreetly lowered the volume of our microphone. They purposely 'accidentally' stopped right in the middle our performance. And instead of letting us restart so that everything will be reset, and the time would be accurate, they let us continue.

I mean, what the heck?! Shouldn't a competition be fair?

They were just being unfair. And we know the reason: they wanted their school to compete in the regionals.

If they wanted their school to compete so badly, so desperately that they would sabotage another contestant, they they shouldn't have had the f*cking contest in the first place. See? I'm angry to the bone.

Oh! And do you want to know other things they've done?

They followed us during my best friend's event. Ha, their tiny little minds don't have an inch of originality in them. They all had internet connections for other players, but not for my close friend, who was supposed to participate in another event but didn't get the chance to compete.

My sister had a similar rant like this and her replies were: "It's okay. They did that because they're afraid of you."

Chickens. The lot of them.

So, you see, this is, like, the first time I've ever ranted in my life.