This is during the battle of the bands thing
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You were getting your papers together as you were up next to perform after Anne,Sasha, and Marcy finished you had written this song thats been in progress ever since your mom passed back in Mexico more specifically in the city of alcapulco in Guerrero you didn't know your dad and until your were 6 your mom decided it was time to move away
So it was just you your older brother rafael or rafa as a nickname. Your mom was able to get in contact with a pollero or a coyote which is a person who helps people cross the American border and so then after a few days traveling your family made it to LA in California
And you and your brother just fell in love with the Mexican-american culture there the way the people dressed the cars they drove and food you were only 6 at the time and your brother was 13 and looking around LA you had never seen anything more beautiful the buildings the fancy cars the beaches the palm trees
Just everything about the big city fascinated you but with that you also had never seen anything more disgusting and so filthy than your new shithole of a home and with that you also had to get enrolled in school and learn to speak English because living in a neighborhood full of Mexicans sure as shit wasn't gonna help but after another 6 years of your life
You and your brother had learned English perfectly and fluently and with your brother also started working at the age of 14 being a dish washer at a local restaurant to help your mom with the bills and stuff but whenever you wanted to get a job as well your brother and mom always said they didn't want you to worry about anything
And that they were going to take care of it all and wouldn't you know it when those 6 years passed your mom and brother were able to scratch enough money to move out of that nasty house to a better neighborhood and when you turned 12 you enrolled to Saint James middle and phew and a first day that was
You walked in first day lost out of your mind but you just being you. You didn’t even try to ask anyone for help on where any of your classes were you just kept walking with your music in only one of your ears so you could hear whats around you
"Voy a jugarme un albur. Con una baraja de oro. Que si lo gano ya estuvo. Y si lo pierdo ni modo .Porque yo soy de los hombres. Que cuando pierdo no lloro~" you sang to yourself quietly roaming the halls trying to find your class but what didn't help either was the hoard of other people also getting to their classes as well but apparently you weren't watching your surroundings well enough as you bump into somebody "ow" as they fell but you kinda made a grunt from the bump as you didn't fall as you took a look at who you just bumped into
"Oh shit I'm so sorry here let me help you up" you said as you reached your hand to the girl you just knocked to the ground
"No no I'm ok" she said as she got up "I'm kind of clumsy anyway hehe so it happens quite a bit" she said as she scratched the back of her nervouslyBut you still feeling a little bit guilty about it you decided to ask her a question to your little dilemma "uh right so do you know where room 120 is im new here and I'm not sure where all the rooms are" you asked as you were prepared to beg any other person if you couldn't find it "oh yea i know where that is, I'm on my way there actually" she said with small smile
You looked at her a smile matching hers "oh my god thank you" you say as she extended her hand for a handshake " yea no problem im marcy by the way" she finishes as you take her hand and shake it firmly "I'm y/n and thanks again my mom would beat my ass if I would already skipped classes on my first day" you say ending it in a small laugh with a genuine smile as you two get to walking "well its nice to meet you too y/n and if you mind me asking where ya from becuase I haven't seen you around before?" She asks trying to know you better
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oneshots maybe
Short StoryI got sum stuff lingering in my mind that ion really wanna make into a full story