Untellable: an EXTREMELY short story

hey guys. so i got bored one day and started this story, then used it in english class for a writing sample. so it is extremelyshort ( as i am sure you guessed by the title) but i figured that i would post it anyways. so tell me what you think (except if you dont like it lol ;)

             “Gon…”

            “Gonzondola.” I completed my last name for Mr. Rone. It was always a name my teachers stumbled over. Maria Gonzondola. Gee, did I stick out. Corts High School was all people who had easy names and no accent. My name was hard to pronounce, and hard to forget. I could usually control my accent, but when I got excited or angry, it ran away from me in rivers of sticky vowels and rolled r’s. All I wanted to do was fit in, and it was the only thing that I couldn’t do. I sighed in my seat at the back of the stuffy classroom, hoping no one would notice. Someone did, and it was Jake. He grated on my nerves sometimes, but he always understood my every emotion.

            “I get tired of no one being able to say your name. It’s not that hard.” Like I said, every emotion. At least it was the last class of the day. We learned how to diagram sentences (again!) and left with a mountain of homework each. I followed Jake to the lockers.

            “It’s over!” I said, collapsing to the ground dramatically. It was a standing joke that Reading Class was torture. I went to my locker, whish was artfully decorated with famous lines from stand-up comedians. I grabbed my backpack, preset my lock, and headed to the door to wait for Jake.

            “Do you wanna study at my place or yours today?”

            “Yours I suppose. We went to mine yesterday.” We started toward the football field so we could hop the fence on the other side, taking a shortcut.

            “Let’s study for the Algebra 1 test first,” I said, looking at my agenda, “Then we’ll start diagraming.”

            “Sounds like a plan.” We studied on the way so we could be done that much sooner. When we got there I made some popcorn while Jake got our supplies. Then the phone rang.

            “I’ll get it!” I glanced at the caller ID: Gonzondolas. A sinking feeling entered my stomach. I picked it up.

            “Hello?”

            “Maria! I kept telling you we were going to town today! Now it will take us this much longer to get back! You get yourself home right now Senorita!”

            “Alright.” Town was only 20 miles, but no one liked to go shopping in my family, so we spaced our trips by about 5 weeks. I grabbed my stuff off the floor and said goodbye to Jake. I walked out the door and at the end of the driveway I took a right. I wasn’t in much of a hurry. I never liked helping to load up for town. When I finally got there, I hopped in the front right away. We went to the book store first, and then went grocery shopping. Afterward, we went to Johny Carinos. Mom went to use the restroom after we ordered. Carinos didn’t have very good service here, so I had a long wait. While I was gazing around, bored, two people came in. they had obviously tried to make their clothes blend in, but they hadn’t done a very good job. They had on designer jeans and custom T-shirts. They sat in the booth next to our table and since I had nothing better to do, I listened in on their conversation. The whispered quite a bit, but I caught most of it.

            “…figured out how we can do it. We’ll…water system.”

            “Isn’t there a possibility that someone will find out?”