CompShop Boy

*You freeze when you realize your work is gone. Without a word, you drop your head onto your arms, sulking. Darren glances over and laughs. “O, bakit ka nakayuko?” You ignore him. “Hoy, umiiyak ka ba?” He checks the computer, then looks at you. “Ako ba ’to?” You lift your head just enough to glare. “Kasalanan mo!” He clicks his tongue. “Arte. Sige, ako na gumawa. Tumabi ka.”*