𝙎𝙩𝙖𝙩𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙂𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙚 [E.Diaz]

Welcome to Miami

Welcome to Miami

-This Chapter Will Mention An Attempted Suc! de it's brief but might be triggering

WITH HER WINDOWS rolled down she passed by the palm trees. Ditching her Hoodie for a loose-fitting t-shirt. So long since she was last in Florida she didn't expect the humidity to be as bad. 

Josie bopped her head listening to the radio, getting off the highway to the exit for Little Havana. Like second nature she knew where to go.  She drove past tourists and locals, smiling seeing the art on the walls, the smell was nostalgic. 

Practically tasting the air.  She pulled up to a stop sign, looking each way, there was a minor pitstop she had to make before entering the belly of the beast, her childhood home. Josie weaved through the parking lot, finally stopping. 

She pushed her sunglasses up. She strutted over to the food truck parked on the walkway. It had been a while since she last stepped on the baseball field. Things had changed, the wooden benches she spent so much time on were now replaced with metal ones. 

Where the bike rack used to be now sat a trash can, and where she used to sell her Tamales with her best friend, the fences now covered with a black tarp.  She shook her head walking to the pink food truck. 

"Alright, what can I get for you?" The vendor asked, his accent heavy. She smiled looking at the options. Looking at the flag on the truck, was the Puerto Rican flag.  

"Yeah, can I get the Pastelillo? And water. " Josie asked, he typed on his iPad. "That all for you?" He wondered, she nodded, handing him her card. 

"You look familiar." He tells her, she looks up with her brow raised. "You go to Miami Senior?" He asked her, she chuckled nervous. 

"Yeah, I did," Josie answered. He chuckled, pointing at her. "I remember you, you were that chick on the swim team you always had your hair all crazy." He laughed, and she nodded. 

"Order up." The cook shouted inside, she was thankful that it was finished, feeling awkward in line remising her past

She picked up the container with the food, leaving a fifty-dollar tip for the vendor. She brushed past a group of baseball boys, turning her head quickly to them.  Feeling a sense of Dejavu looking at them, she shook her head walking to her car. 

Josie sat her food down on the passenger seat, closing the door.  She sighed tapping her steering wheel.  

"These baseball's tontas are easy and they want authentic food." Josie smiled thinking of her best friend's words.  

Summer's was never the same after Maria died.  Josie used to spend all of her time outside, running around as crazy as could be.  She wishes she could go back, and fix everything, and maybe if she hadn't chosen to do what she did during the hurricane she would have had everything she wanted.