Silver Symphony - An Enrique Iglesias Fan Fiction

Part 1: Proposal

Chapter 1

CARMEN'S POINT OF VIEW

"Be careful walking to school, Carmen," my mother called after me.

I grabbed my lunch off the table, responded, "Sí, sí, Mamá," and headed out the door, slamming it behind me.

As I walked down the street towards my new middle school, the refreshing beach air blew through my wavy, brown hair. I've heard that the first day of 6th grade was always the hardest but it didn't matter to me. I was always a good student and good at making friends. Everyone would describe me, Carmen Ortega, this way.

I was born in Guadalajara, México, to a half Filipino and half Hispanic father, and a Hispanic mother. My parents moved our family to the beautiful city of San Diego, California, when I was only two years old. I absolutely love it here, and I declare this my home, rather than Guadalajara, even though I love it in México as well. Currently, I am only eleven and a half years old. There's really not much to me, but I'm proud of that. The only outstanding talent that I possess is the fact that I can play piano beautifully, which my relatives were surely aware of.

I pulled out my headphones from the pocket of my summer dress and plugged them into my phone. I started playing Latin music, which I am very fascinated with. Music makes me think about things that I wouldn't think about normally. Music is my gateway to a new world. 

Every step I took walking towards my new school, I felt more and more nervous. I shook more and more with every step I took. I didn't know what my new future at this school would entail, who I would meet, or what I would encounter. It was quite baffling to think of what the possibilities were. I know that on the outside, I was definitely pretending not to be afraid, but deep inside, I was definitely mortified beyond belief.

I reached the doors of the school about 45 minutes early for school so that none of the older kids would be there. I took a moment to look up at the entrance gate, which seemed very intimidating. As I shook with tension to reach to open the handle, I barely felt a trace of hot breath on my neck.

"Who's there?" I questioned with my back still to the person.

"Darn it, you got me! I was being extra careful!"

I looked down to the ground and smiled. It was a familiar voice. I'm glad, because this person in particular... Oh, this person in particular. I've loved him all my life, though I'm very young at that. We've been best friends for as long as I remember. But, I suppose, that's what we will always be. I turned around to a bright and beautiful, smiling face. Flowing dark hair, slightly tanned skin, deep brown eyes, and the pinnacle—pristine white teeth. I smiled back at him—my best friend.

"Well, if it isn't Carmen Ortega in the living flesh," he said to me.

"Well, if it isn't Enrique Iglesias in the living flesh," I replied back to him.

He shot me his usual little laugh, holding the gate open for me. I thanked him and walked into the school, which was quite large upon first sight. I looked down at my hands to read the class numbers and my locker number, which I had written on them. Before I could even see or decipher what the numbers were, my hands were already in Enrique's, as he was trying to read what was written on it.

"Hey, we have the same classes!" he remarks.

Gosh darn it, I think to myself. This'll only bring me closer to him. I laugh, and I pull my arm back to look for my locker number. 330. I walk down the wall of lockers reading each number. 258, 259, 260... I'm going in the right direction. Enrique trails not far behind, looking for his locker as well. He finds his, which is 305. I open my locker and look over at him. He is utterly distracted. I smile and go back to putting things in my locker, making my backpack is much lighter. I slam my locker and head to my first class. 30 minutes to spare, it's not like I have anything better to do than go to class early.