Chapter One.
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Hey again, it's me..like always.
I just wanted to ask again, why me? Why did you choose to make an error on me. I mean, what did I ever do to live like this. Why can't I be the model in the family? Why can't I be the smart one in the fa-
I instantly put my journal under my pillow as my younger brother comes running in, his bright green eyes lighting up the whole room.
"Don't you knock? Jesus, get out." I yelled at him, his finger popping up, signaling he flipped me off. Not only did I return it, I also threw a pillow at him.
"Just cause you're 14, doesn't mean you have permission to barge into my room like that." I mumble, watching him walk out of my room and slamming the door. As I got up, I could smell the delicious scent of meat. Yep, tacos tonight. Again. Putting up my long golden brown hair into a very loose bun, I got up and walked out.
"Hija, hurry up! We won't wait any longer!" I hear my mother yell, only followed by Jesus laughing.
Yes, my family is Mexican. Yes, we speak Spanish.
"Sabroso madre!" Delilah yelled, my older sister, my only sister.
Feeling the hard cold wood touch my skin as I sat down, sent goosebumps up and down my body. I reached for a hard taco shell, instantly putting in some of the juicy meat, tomatoes, lettuce, sour cream, and the cheese.
"Téa, are you ready for school tomorrow?" Madre asked me, I looked up at her and sighed.
All I did was shrug.
Tilting my head to the left, I took a bite of the juicy goodness. Every Mexican loves tacos, am I right?
After eating my food, I instantly headed for my room again. But, Delilah grabbed my wrist and scared the shit out of me. Turning around, I looked at her like she was crazy.
"Thomas is home." She whispered, a smile instantly spread across on cheeks as I ran outside and across the street.
Thomas wasn't only my partner in crime, he was my best friend, my mejor amigo.
Seeing him for the first time in five years was weird, he wasn't the little chubby American boy anymore. Thomas..he was..hot.
His bright blue eyes, his long black hair flowing in the wind, his tan skin, his height, his everything. Damn, my best friend was good lookin'.
"Téa?" He smiled, showing dimples and a lip ring. His deep raspy voice echoed in the silence.
"Thomas." I mumbled, looking up at him. In those five years, he had gotten tall. I mean, he has to be about 6'4, and I'm only 5"3!
"Hey loser." He walked up to me and kissed my forehead, even when I was seven and he was ten, he would do it. It was his thing.
I blushed a little and whispered a little, hello, to him. "Wanna go inside and watch Donnie Darko?" I quickly asked him, only making him smile and nod.
"Um, Jesus just turned 14 by the way, so like..he's an ass." I laughed, Thomas just smiled and kept looking at me.
We both walked into my house, trying to sneak by everyone, which was successful. No one ever notices me, I mean..that is one of the errors.
Thomas laid on my bed as I put on Donnie Darko, it was our favorite movie. Or mine at least. As I got close to the bed, he pulled me to his side and wrapped his arms around me.
"I'm staying the night, babe." He winked, only making me blush and giggle.
"Yeah, whatever." I rolled my eyes and laid my head on his chest, yawning a little.
As soon as the movie started, I instantly drifted into a deep sleep.
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Human Error (ON HOLD)
Teen Fiction"God made one mistake..it was me" How would it feel like to think your whole life was messed up, that you were an error? Téa Santos, sixteen, believes that out of the whole world.. She was the only human error.
