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Isso estava acontecendo comigo de verdade?
I thought as I made my way out of the airplane into American soil. I had so much questions about this place. Did Amerixans really eat hamburgers and French fries everyday?

Were white people really as rude as they were? Well I shouldn't really meet a white person because the country is mostly multi-cultural.

Land of the free, opportunity for all.

Mamãe had told me that Americans were spoiled, rich folk who could t think of anything better than themselves.

But as I made my way to a pair of 6 funny looking people, all that was erased from my way. My name Maria-Antonia de Almeida, plastered onto a crumpled piece of paper, how rude, was held by a man, probably in his mid-50s, he had  the biggest smile on his face. His wife presumingly, black hair and a narrow nose, was fixing her hair as they searched for me. A boy, not a boy, a man, rather taller than both of them was on his phone talking about politics.

Wow, I understood some English.

Next to the man was a boy about 2 years older than me, with a SnapBack, tattoos all over his arms. Guitar case strapped around his back, he looks at me with his eye brows furrowed. He was dressed like animal, was this how Americans raise their children to dress?   

In front of him, two little kids wearing name tags: Jaxon and Jazmine.
They were so bonitinho.

"Maria-Antonia?"

The father, I presumed, let out his available hand as I stopped in front of them.

I nodded my head yes. The man who was talking about politics then turned around greeting me with a smile. Turns out he is a translator. For now atleast.
"Maria-Antonia, I am Pattie and this is my son Justin, Jaxon, and little Jazmine!"

The translator then translated what she said, he told me about the basics and stuff and then he told me everything would be fine and left.

Great....

"Vamanos" Pattie's husband, or idk guided me to the car. "My- my!"

He stopped in his tracks, "what are you saying Maria-Antonia?"

"Minhas malas!"

He looked at me confused, "my loogage! Over there?!"

His stressed face was then relieved, "okay then! Your luggage, I get it, come on, I'll go with you to get it while sets fixes everything in the car."

"Dad! It's fine, go and I'll wait with her, I know some Portuguese anyway!"

I turned around to see the boy with tattoos, Justin, pat his dad in the back. His dad left and he was there staring at me.

"Vamos?"

I nodded my head and smiled at him as we made way to where we get our luggage. "Você fala muito inglês?" // Do you speak a lot of English?

"No, I took English class, but it very hard."

My accent was quite obvious as he laughed finding the luggage with the name Maria-Antonia on it. My mom must have been really worried to do that.

"Nao se procure Maria-Antonia, eu te ajudo!" // Don't worry Maria-Antonia, I'll help you.

"Thank you, Justin."

He carried my luggage, always giving me glances.

"You have boyfriend, Maria-Antonia?"

I shook my head, "Call me Maria!"

He grinned, whistling to a song I haven't heard of. "Where's your family?"

I asked him, obviously in the right way, because he lifted his eyebrows in a dismanner, "I came by myself."

I couldn't go in a car by myself with him. He's a complete stranger, I could be molested. Or worse, killed!! In my first day in sunny California!

"No I cannot joosteen!"

He furrowed his brows, "Why not?"

I rolled my eyes at that response. "You're a stranger, I do not know who you are. I do not want to be killed. You have tattoo, in my country, that means your a bandido. That very bad!" Gr grabbed my suitcases, putting it into the back of his truck. Ignoring my struggle to give my fist American lecture .

"Ta tudo bem, não se procure, bobinha!"

With that, he closed the trunk, grabbing the small of my back. It was weird, we stayed there, he lowered his hand, making his way to my butt. What was he trying to do?

I felt his hand graze itself against my butt, "Your skirt was flying up!" He finally said pulling it down, before placing his hand on it again, pulling me towards the passenger  seat.

As I crawled up the big truck, I caught him looking at me, probably making sure I was alright, que cavaleiro.

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So the first chapter is done, hoped you liked it. Very soon I will start with the stuff you guys actually want to read, in like the 5th chapte r maybe, can't make any promises. Here, Maria-Antonia, oops excuse me, Maria, is 16.5 and Justin is 19. Yeah but as his bad boy 21 year old self. He's so excruciating and hot. Love it

Kisses,
Gabby