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Chapter One

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I didn’t know what had annoyed me first. The cries from the baby behind my seat or my ears- which were completely blocked. I felt death and as if my head were pounding onto my skull. I kept reminding myself that soon I’d be in Mexico as I continued fighting for sleep. The baby behind me kept waking me up. At least the parents said sorry. …Once.

When the plane had landed, I was no longer in a good mood. No beach at the moment could fix this. I just wanted my uncle right here and now. He did go on planes a lot.

Once I reached the end of the jet-way, I took out my phone that was finally finding bars. I looked through my contact list to find Pedro Flores. I took a quick look before I hit dial. On his contact I had put ‘Uncle’ so it was basic enough to let me know who he was.

“Hello?” A man asks, but it’s not Pedro’s voice.

I look around the gate, where I was, hoping to see a somewhat familiar face. Pedro could be already here. But all I was finding were families and old men who were definitely not Pedro.

“Who is this?” I ask on the phone, continuing my search.

The stranger laughs across the line and clears his throat. “You called me,” He retorts, “Who are you?”

“Maybe I’m wrong,” I mummer with a sigh, “Is that you Pedro?”

“This is his phone…” The man tells me. I had a strange feeling he wore a smirk on his probably hideous face. I could tell his tone of sarcasm- and I immediately had the knowing that I had met a stubborn kid.

I roll my eyes even though he couldn’t see me. I was getting impatient. I draw a sigh and calmly say, “Look, this isn’t a game. My name is Cristina Richardson, okay? I am Pedro’s niece who needs him or otherwise I’d have nowhere else to stay.” I tell him a bit loudly on the last part.

The voice cracks on the line and the tone changes. Suddenly I was a royal highness being caked on top with apologies. “Cristina Richardson?” The man asks, “I’m sorry. I made a fatal mistake.”

Fatal, I think. Whoever was on the phone with me, I’d hope they are smart enough to know that they won’t die by insulting me or someone close to Pedro. Gosh, it’s no wonder why I hate people so much.

It brings me back to a memory with Holly. It was the times where she had lied to me about Christopher, probably daydreaming about him instead. I remember that day…

"Ugh," Holly groans, "I am ready for Summer! Are you?"

"No," I began, "Because I'd rather have snow in June."

Holly grins as she steps next to me, knowing my tone of sarcasm. I looked at my best friend. Incredibly tall, gorgeous blue eyes with straight chestnut hair that had curled bangs. An acne-less face and gorgeous dimples... Why couldn't I look like her? I'd kill for her hair!

"Oh!" She exclaims, "You're going to Christopher's party tonight, right?"

I smile at the joy of the name Chris. I was his best gal-friend. He was my... crush? I had a crush on him about what... two years now? Yeah, I'm a little obsessive, but I can't help it. Chris is gorgeous.