Sky's pov
Finally, we reached the driveway, and my jaw practically hit the ground. Honestly, it was the same mansion I'd grown up in, but every time I saw it, I felt like I had accidentally walked into someone else's billionaire fantasy.
Wow. This place. Seriously. Did the author wake up one day and think, "Hmm… how can I make Sky's life even more ridiculous?" Answer: a mansion so big it probably has its own timezone.
I gestured dramatically at the driveway. "Marco… do you see this? Look at all these cars! One, two… oh wait, is that a third? A fourth? Honestly, author, why can't this mansion come with a warning label?"
Marco just chuckled, shaking his head. "Sky, you've seen it a million times."
"Seen it? Please. I study it. I catalog every chandelier, every fountain, every impossible staircase that probably leads to Narnia. And the golden doorknobs—don't even get me started. I could write an entire chapter on these doorknobs alone. Maybe ten. Definitely ten."
As if on cue, the manangs appeared from every corner, bowing in perfect unison. I froze and spun, arms wide. "Yes! This is what royalty looks like! Bowing, shiny floors, chandeliers—oh, and did I mention the snacks? Author, take notes: snacks mandatory. Also, bowing optional but appreciated."
Marco groaned. "Sky, please—"
"Shh, cousin! I'm narrating history in the making!" I whispered under my breath, giving the nearest manang a flourish curtsy—my chaotic version that looked more like a dramatic swoop mixed with interpretive dance. Perfect. Iconic. Legendary.
And then… the family arrived. I mean, the full cast of Section Mansion A:
Lolo Jakiee – strolling in like he owned the universe, probably already judging me for my dramatic energy.
Lola Jess – elegantly shaking her head, probably thinking, "Skylar, must you be this chaotic?"
Tita Jessica – glaring but secretly amused, already calculating which priceless vase I might knock over first.
Tito River – casual, charming, giving Marco a smirk like "watch your cousin, she's trouble."
Kuya Rick (30) – behaving exactly like Angelo from Ang Mutya ng Section E, very serious but lowkey chaotic in his own adult way.
Kuya Air (Chaotic) – my other brother, basically Percy energy from Ang Mutya ng Section E, already plotting mischief silently with those smirky eyes.
I froze for a moment, taking them all in. Wow. Billionaire family… check. Fully equipped for chaos… double check. Author, are you paying attention? Because if I drop my backpack dramatically, this entire scene could be a bestseller.
I flopped onto the nearest plush sofa like a queen claiming her throne, one eyebrow raised. "Marco, fetch me snacks. Do not make me climb the stairs like some peasant. And while you're at it, make sure the author sees this scene. It's pure chaos gold."
Marco rolled his eyes. "Sky, you're insane."
"Insane? No, cousin. Magnificent chaos incarnate."
Now, let's review the hierarchy here, I thought, counting in my head like a general preparing for war:
Lolo Jakiee – the elder, judge of chaos
Lola Jess – elegant chaos referee
Tita Jessica – secretly laughing at our antics
Tito River – charming enabler
Kuya Rick – the serious adult who pretends to be above it all
Chaotic Air – ready to compete with me for chaos supremacy
Me, Sky – the undisputed queen of chaos
I glanced at the manangs again. Yes. Bow. Bow harder. Offer snacks. This is how billionaires train their servants. This is how legends are born.
I leaned back on the sofa, arms spread wide, thinking:
Tomorrow, Section A will tremble. Wind will cry. Skiez will silently judge. Marco will laugh. Air will compete. And me? I will reign. Queen of chaos, snacks on demand, and ruler of all things dramatic.
I smirked. "Ah, yes… billionaire life. Bowing, snacks, chaos. Perfect. Legendary. Iconic. Author, take note. This is a chapter you cannot skip."
If you want, I can continue with Sky interacting with the family and manangs, roasting everyone, giving "chaotic orders," and planning mischief in the mansion—full inner thoughts and comedy, maximum Sky energy.
Do you want me to do that next?
Perfect! Let's make the full chaotic Sky POV with all the family members included, plus servants, billionaire mansion vibes, inner thoughts, roasting, sarcasm, jokes, and long, chaotic energy.
Finally, we pulled into the driveway, and I had to stop mid-step. Honestly, every time I saw this place, it felt like I had accidentally walked onto the set of some over-the-top reality show designed solely to remind me that my life was apparently too rich for logic.
Wow. Just wow. Look at this absurdity. Who needs so many windows? And stairs… at least seventeen flights just in the front hall. Gravity must be optional here. Author, did you even think this through? Or did you just type, "Make Sky's house bigger than her sanity" and walk away?
I spun dramatically, flinging my arms wide. "Marco… do you see this? Cars parked out here could double as islands in the Pacific. And those fountains… oh, the fountains! Someone tell me they're not functional. I don't need a tsunami in my driveway."
He snorted, clearly used to my dramatic commentary. Typical. Weak to chaos. Predictable.
Then the manangs appeared from every corner, bowing in perfect, terrifying synchrony, like a synchronized swimming team, only with bows.
"Ohhhh, look at that!" I exclaimed, spinning like a tornado of dramatic energy. "We are literally royalty! Bowing, chandeliers, polished floors… author, take note: snacks mandatory, bowing optional, chaos essential!"
Marco groaned. "Sky, don't—"
"Shh, cousin! I'm narrating history in the making!" I whispered to myself, giving the nearest manang a flourish curtsy that looked more like a dramatic dive. Perfect. Iconic. Legendary.
And then, like the grand finale of a chaotic parade, the family arrived. Every last member.
Lolo Jakiee, strolling in like he owned the universe.
Lola Jess, shaking her head with elegance, probably judging my dramatic flopping onto the sofa.
Tita Jessica, glaring but secretly amused.
Tito River, smirking, probably plotting how to subtly tease me back.
Kuya Rick, the serious adult who pretends to be above it all, but lowkey chaotic.
Chaotic Air, already smirking, plotting his own mischief.
And then… the rest of the extended family, streaming in like a chaotic caravan: cousins, aunties, uncles, everyone who somehow survived my previous chaos episodes.
I flopped onto the nearest plush sofa like a queen claiming her throne. "Marco, fetch me snacks. Do not make me climb stairs like some peasant. Author, please note: sofa is soft. Queen of chaos sits. Bow accordingly."
Now let's analyze the hierarchy, I thought, counting in my head:
Lolo Jakiee – elder, judge of chaos
Lola Jess – elegant chaos referee
Tita Jessica – secretly laughing at my antics
Tito River – charming enabler
Kuya Rick – serious adult pretending to be above it all
Chaotic Air – my chaos rival
Me, Sky – undisputed queen of chaos
Marco – loyal chaos sidekick
Extended family – cannon fodder for comedic chaos
My stomach growled indignantly. Why is hunger always a subplot? Author, seriously. If you can write ten chapters on Wind brooding, you can give me one chapter on me eating pastries.
I peeked at the chandelier. Too shiny. Could blind enemies. Or Marco if he makes a snarky comment. Perfect for chaos. Perfect for dramatic entries. Perfect for plotting revenge on anyone who dares step on my territory.
The manangs curtsied again. I wiggled my fingers at them. "Yes, continue. Bowing is mandatory. Snacks? Optional but highly encouraged. Author, if you skip this part, the world will never forgive you."
I tossed a pastry wrapper at Marco. "Catch, or fail your loyalty test. Chaos economics 101, cousin."
He barely dodged it. "Sky, you're evil."
"Queen of chaos, Marco. Queen of chaos," I corrected, raising my chin with the kind of authority only a person who's survived Section A could pull off.
I leaned back, eyes scanning the mansion with a critical, chaotic eye. So many hallways, so many vases, so many potential pranks. Author, imagine the chapters: Sky hides in chandeliers, Sky starts a food war with the manangs, Sky floods the fountain. Pure genius. Pure chaos.
I shot Marco a sly grin. "Imagine if I told all the manangs to treat me like royalty and then… ignored them completely. Oh, the chaos! Author, write it down!"
Marco groaned again, half exasperated, half laughing. "You really are impossible."
"Impossible? No, cousin. Legendary. Queen of chaos, ruler of snacks, destroyer of boredom, and soon-to-be terror of Section A. Now, fetch me my snack before I start narrating this entire house as a dramatic subplot."
I glanced at Air smirking in the background, clearly plotting some mischief to compete with me. Good. Let him try. Let him feel the wrath of my sarcasm. Let the chaos consume us all. Author, this is art. Pure art.
And as I flopped dramatically across the sofa, I whispered to myself: Tomorrow, Section A will tremble. Wind will cry. Skiez will silently judge. Marco will laugh. Air will plot. The extended family will either flee or join me. And me? I will reign supreme. Snacks, sarcasm, and chaos forever.
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