The weekend rolled by. Quicker than I thought it would.
Mainly because on Saturday, it was my sister's quinceañera, and the whole thing lasted almost the whole day. And then on Sunday, we had church and we spent the whole day at a carnival, or fair, whatever because Chloe said 'that her quinceañera wasn't that fun so she wanted to make up for it'.
What bullshit.
She was having loads of fun, dancing, talking, laughing, showing off her lovely turquoise dress. I was jealous because when I had mine, dad bought me an ugly pink dress, the color of chewed bubble gum, and it showed no cleavage whatsoever. Or any collarbone. And, here, my little sister gets a dress that shows off her tiny ass boobs. I'm not hating, I was just jealous.
Anyways, it left me no time to think about Jordan Mitchell, or Jenna, or if she was right about Jordan liking me.
And I thought, was it completely weird that I had never heard of this boy?
So when Monday rolled around, the bad luck started. School started at eight ten, and I woke up at seven thirty. Mom started yelling at me because the bus already came and Chloe already left. So that meant I'd have to ride with my nine year old brother, Jason.
And I was pissed because he was known for being late.
Or....I had another option.
Since I was seventeen, and was finishing up high school, I already got my license. I just needed a car.
I could ask my neighbor for one!
I grabbed a granola bar, my backpack, and turned on my phone.
15 notifications and it was seven fifty-six.
"Damn! I'mma be late!" I yelled, running to the door.
"Don't curse when Jason is in the house!" Mom yelled. When she saw me run to the door, she said, "Mija, where are you going?"
I knew if I told mom I was borrowing our neighbors car, she would be pissed.
"I left something in Dad's car!" I yelled back, and ran out the house before she could ask why I went out the front door instead of the garage to get to his car.
I raced to my neighbor's porch and knocked at the door. An old white lady with almost silver hair opened the door. When she saw me, she smiled. "Sofia!" She said and gave me a hug. I tapped my toes and gave her a tight smile. "Mrs. Smith!"
I so did not have time for this.
I sneakily turned on my phone and checked the time.
Eight five!
Holy shit I was gonna be late!
"What brings you here, sweetie?" She asked me, her voice all sugary. You would think this was an act, but she was like this. She thought I was a good girl.
Which I was, but not all the time.
"Ma'am, may I borrow your car? I'll bring it back after I come home from school."
She smiled. "Sure thing, sugar." And opened the door. I raced into her garage, opened it, and got inside the car. Using her keys, which she trusted me with, I backed out the garage, not before giving Mrs. Smith a butterfly kiss, smile, and a thumbs up. She repeated my actions, imagine an old lady giving a butterfly kiss, and I drove off.
I was five mph passed the speed limit, but I didn't care. I was not going to get a detention today.
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