The Journey

Todo bien

The rest of the weekend went by, and now it was Monday. Mirabel had returned to Universidad de Mariposa for her math class. Today was a beautiful sunny day with a cloudless sky.

"Que día tan hermoso," Mirabel smiled as she twirled around. "What could be better than this?"

"I can name something," Nayeli's voice rang out.

That was the last thing Mirabel wanted to hear. She turned to find the cabrones looking at her. They were actually on this campus again.

"Ay, yai, yai, not you again," Mirabel huffed.

"What's wrong, Mirabel?" Camilo smirked. "Can't handle a little trip down Memory Lane?"

"What is wrong with you guys?" Mirabel asked angrily. "I was completely sure after high school, I'd never have to see your faces again. Then you have the nerve to follow me here, so you can stalk me! I have my own life to focus on, and you should get your own! Why can't you just stay out of my life?"

"Well, what do you expect us to do after being in summer school each year?" Nayeli fired back...before realizing what she just said.

"¡Nayeli!" Camilo, Rocio, and Dolores snapped.

Mirabel couldn't believe what she just heard. "Esperen," she said coldly. "¿Escuela del verano?"

"Who said anything about summer school?" Rocio asked nervously.

"You did," Mirabel replied angrily.

Nayeli, Rocio, Dolores, and Camilo looked at Mirabel nervously. She had a knowing glare in her eyes, demanding an explanation.

"Okay, Mirabel, you got us," Rocio said. "After each year of high school, we were sent to summer school because we missed out on the finals, and it was the only way to avoid being held back a year."

"And picking on you the way we did was the only way to treat us to all the grief we went through," Dolores continued.

"Plus, our diplomas are going to be mailed," Camilo said.

Mirabel couldn't believe this, and she wasn't any less upset with her bullies than last week. "I knew it was too good to be true," she fumed. "I've been wondering how you were able to graduate high school despite your deplorable grades, and now I know why. Also, tiene que ser una broma. You've been stalking me on college campus—and you're not even students here—just because you went to summer school? Is it my fault you went to summer school?"

"What did you expect us to do after our summer was full of grief?" Nayeli scoffed.

"How about focusing on your own lives and moving on?" someone's voice rang out.

Mirabel and the cabrones turned to find a group of security guards, who'd heard the entire conversation.

"Are you even students here?" the first guard asked.

"No, who would want to be here?" Camilo scoffed.

"People who want a better future," the second guard replied.

"So, you've been stalking this señorita since day one?" the third guard asked.

"Sí, what did you expect?" Rocio asked. "We're done with high school, which means our popular days are over, and this is the only way we can give Mirabel a hard time. We already got in trouble for doing the same thing online."

"And now you're in trouble for stalking her on campus," the fourth guard glared.

"Why? What did you expect us to do after high school?" Dolores asked.