Your the little sister of a gang leader and also is a part of a group of 4 teens your age including your brother. It was cool until one day you were forced to move to Bakersfield with your dad, then after 4 years you got to move back. When you moved...
We ran to Ruby's house and when we got there, I sat on a couch apart from Monse. The boys were watching Angelica and Mario argue, while I was on my phone. Cesar walked over to Monse and asked, "¿En qué estás pensando en esa cabeza grande?" I put my phone down as Monse looked at her nails and said, "Nada, my brain is empty."
She sighed and put her hands down saying, "Do I really need some stupid writing camp? I don't wanna waste my summer." Cesar looked at her saying, "It's not waste, it's badass. Not everyone can get in, even the kids who pay. But.." Cesar pulled out a small journal and handed it to her saying, "You'll need this."
"It's for writing your stories and maybe an old school letter or two, for your favorite?" In my head I thought, 'ₐww' and 'Bₗₑgₕ!" I put my phone away when Jamal and Ruby came running over, "Here comes the waterworks," Jamal said sitting next me. His hand brushed against mine and he whispered, "Sorry!" As he pulled it back.
Mario stormed in the house slamming the door. He stood by the door waiting, also looking at us, he sighed and said, "Were you guys spying on me?" We shook our heads while Jamal nodded, everyone looked at Jamal. I nudged his arm causing him to shake his head aggressively.
Mario started weeping, putting his hand over his eyes, "You okay homie?" Cesar asked. Mario quickly replied, "Yes. N-No. I don't know." He chuckled and said, "Look at you. On the verge of high school. All the excitement. All the firsts. First parties? First football games, first love. Want me to drop some knowledge?"
We all overlapped each other with, "Not really." Or "No." Mario crossed his arms and said, "High school, it's the foundation for the rest of your life. Any false starts could lead to your own dead end. Now sure, you guys are smart, setting curves and all that, but you still have to go hard! 'Cause there's only one chance at a first impression. So do you wanna sit on the sidelines or do you wanna play in the game?"
Jamal was moving his hands and said, "I just wanna die." Monse furrowed her eyebrows and asked, "Is Mario high?" Mario replied, "Yes he's high..on life bad memories.. and some seriously good indo." Monse rubbed her forehead as Mario chuckled, "What I was saying is work hard, put your heart out there. Even it's broken by some bitch, you've known since Ms Estradas seventh grade social studies."
