DESTRUCTION- Cobra Kai

S1 E3: Esqueleto

 Edited January 1, 2022

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"Camila, trae e tu hermano. La cena esta lista," my grandmother said, and I nodded. I walked toward his room, hearing the panting through the door. 

"YaYa, I think you should get him." I said, uncomfortably. She looked confused, but neared his room anyway. 

"Miguel, pon la mesa para cenar" she said. She pressed her ear to his door, "Miguel!" she said again. 

 "I'll be right there. Almost finished!" he panted. Grandma sighed. 

"Jerking off," she said in Spanish. I laughed. 

We ate in silence, until Mom walked in. She worked a double shift at the hospital, and came home late. I smiled when she walked in, my mouth full. 

"Look who's here!" I said. 

"Hey, guys," Mom smiled. "Mm, it smells good in here," 

"YaYa made chicken in chili sauce," I smiled. "Es muy delicioso," I said. 

 "Gracias, mama. I'm sorry I'm late again," Mom said, as she kissed both Miguel and I. I smiled. 

"No worries, mama." I insisted. "We know things have been crazy at the hospital." 

"Yeah, and you're short-staffed. But we saved you some food," Miguel said. 

"So, did you two decide what you're going as for the Halloween dance?" my mother asked the two of us. 

"Mama, do I really have to go? I would much rather stay here and watch the game," I told her, sipping my water. 

"Oh, come on, mija, it'll be fun!" she said, excitedly. 

"Fine, then, I guess... I'll go as a Lakers girl. If I can't watch the game, I'll live it," I joked. My mom laughed, and nodded. "And I already have the outfit, so no need to buy anything,"

"I was thinking Deadpool, but the costume's a little pricey." Miguel shrugged., 

"Well, how much is it?" Mom asked. 

"Oh, it doesn't have to be Deadpool." Miguel said.

"You want a Deadpool costume? We'll make you a Deadpool costume," my mother insisted. 

"No, esto no es una maquiladora," YaYa said, with a sarcastic chuckle. Miguel and I laughed.

"Oh, Miggy!" Mom said, and I looked where she was looking. Miguel's bruised hand. 

"Mhm?"  

"What happened to your hand?" she asked. 

"Um..." 

"Usted no quiere saber," Yaya replied. 

I choked on my water, and Miguel finished a forkful,  looking up at us. "Wha.." he asked, and I continued to cough, as he slapped my back to help me breathe. 

* 

"Cyberbullying is no laughing matter. Sending a cruel message to someone online, can be just as hurtful as saying it to their face. I'm not gonna name names, but the other day a mother called me up because her son was crying after some kids online made fun of his facial deformity," the guidance counselor said, and I looked across the lunch table at Eli. She was quite subtle, wasn't she? 

I mouthed 'don't worry' and he smiled. Random kids talked. 

"It's the kid right there," 

"It's the kid with the weird lip,"