Pondovadia: World I Love, Tears I Drop

Chapter Thirteen: No Doctor That Can Cure my Disease

October 18, 302X

6:15 AM

"Ugh..."

Ponce rolled out of bed. It was still dark outside. He landed on the white rug on his floor with a heavy thud. He got up and changed out of his clothes from last night and put on his usual fall outfit-- a grey long-sleeved shirt, a black short sleeve hoodie with lilac and white squares on the back, tight black pants, and purple knee-high sneakers. He heard a knock on his bedroom door.

"Poncio!" a light feminine voice called out to him.

The chimera was spiking up his hair with some gel in the green mirror. The coldness of the hair product felt slippery against his fingertips. He sprayed some pungent hairspray throughout his quiff. Another knock echoed on the door.

"Poncio!!" the voice grew louder.

Ponce continued to ignore the voice outside. Just as he finally finished doing his hair, he heard the loud snap of a chancla thrown against his door.

"Dale, Poncio, despierta ya pendejo!!"

Marcela forcefully opened the door in one hand. She still had her black and white chancla in her left hand.

Ponce looked at her and groaned

"Son solo las seis de la mañana"

The lilac turtle groaned and rolled her eyes in annoyance then pulled her phone out of her pocket. She pulled up a calendar--today was marked with a bright red dot.

"¡Es el Día del Niño de Trabajo!" Marcela set her chancla down and went to the kitchen. She was texting Carlos to let him know about her upcoming work day.

Ponce walked to the kitchen and opened the white fridge covered in glossy flowery magnets. He dug through the several tubs of butter (that weren't filled with butter), the containers of leftover picadillo, and the chilled wine to find an energy drink. He pulled the drink out, slammed the door shut, then cracked the drink open and chugged it as quick as possible. It burned his throat but it was worth it for some energy throughout the day.

After he chucked the empty can in the trash can, Ponce checked his pockets for the day— phone, wallet, spare keys, that should do it. He followed Marcela outside their apartment, walked down the stairs, and went over to the Wheeling car garage across their place.

Marcela looked around on the fifth floor for her car— a blue station wagon with a dent in the back. She unlocked the door and got in the driver's seat while Ponce sat in the passenger's seat and buckled up.

Ponce pulled his phone out and began to text his friends. The car rolled out of the garage and hummed as it traveled down the highway.

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Ponce: So guess whos going to the hospital

Toshi: i just woke up so wtf

Bell: Same here. What happened now?!

Ponce: Its fine, just take your kid to work day

Bell: Damn. Wait which hospital is it? Is it the one Robby went to when he broke his leg?

Ponce: Yeah, its Rubellite, I'll be fine

Bell: Btw I used Klarisse's account to enter the homecoming raffle. If I win do y'all wanna come with me? I'll end up winning three tickets!!

Toshi: sure

Ponce: Hell yea, Bell

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6:49 AM