"Hey!"
"Huh?"
"Hey, I know you! Remember me? Sebastian? Bash?"
"Oh...um yeah."
"How are you? Gina isn't it? Jean?"
"Don't call me that."
"Woah...okay. Where you headed?"
"Uh...s-spanish."
"Woah me too! Who's your teacher?"
"Mrs. Duel."
"You, know you shouldn't say Mrs., you should be saying Señorita."
"Oh. I don't really care about that, it's all the same."
"All the same? Do you roll your r's? Put the squiggly line on top of your n? All the same my ass."
"I can't roll my R's and I'm sorry Diego, but the squiggly line on the 'n' is the least of my worries. Besides, it's not like I'm a Spanish expert like you apparently are."
"Hey, you talked more than one sentence to me!"
"Surprised?"
"Sorta. But this 'Spanish expert' happens to love Spanish."
"Love's a strong word."
YOU ARE READING
gina
General FictionHow was I supposed to live when there's nothing to live for? *possible trigger warning*
