Ruth POV
It was a nice summer morning, in summer break, in my cozy apartment. The sun greeted my eyes to hell. I collected my pillow that was for some reason across my bed with my blankets, and covered my face with it. I could feel the sun on my legs now knowing that my blanket was across from me, an I was wearing shorts. I groaned mentally pulling myself out of bed.
I walked over to my closet. For a Eleven year old my closet is pretty organized. I pulled out some jean shorts, a Harry Potter t-shirt that said, If you don't get my Harry Potter references there is something "Siriusly Ron, "with you. And my black converse.
As I finished dressing myself up, I pulled my hair into a messy bun, I don't really like my messy orange like hair at the moment. When I am fifteen for sure I am going to dye some white streaks in it. Once I was all done with my necessary morning deeds, (making my bed and folding my pj's) My mom came to my room.
"Ruth, breakfast is ready. Come downstairs," She said.
"Okay," I answered as I walked out my room behind her and down the stairs.
The great smell of Frijoles y arroz, greeted me. I always loved eating this for breakfast. If you are wondering yes my mom is in fact a Mexican mom. My dad was a red head or should I say, a Weasley. And me well I am their tiny mutation A Latina British girl with fat legs, living in Portland Oregon.
I sat myself down the table letting myself to some Pickled jalapeños that where in front of me. Trust me I could eat spicy food all day long. My mom caught me eating a jalapeño as she put my plate I front of me. All she did was shake her head and walk to the living room to watch her tele novela.
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As I finished eating, I asked my mom if I could go play outside after I was done cleaning my dish. She agreed to let me go. So once I was done cleaning my dish I ran to the small cupboard under the stairs, I mean Harry Potter's room. To collect my basketball.
"Be careful!" I heard my mom yell at me as I walked out the door. I usually practiced my soccer, but this time I wanted to check out my basketball.
In the distance I could see a moving van, and a little family of three tacking boxes form the van to their now own apartment. I looked at them for five minutes until I finally snapped back into the real world. I ran off to the basketball pitch now that it was right next to the park.
For the next twenty minutes I was practicing my shots, of corse I missed some but surprisingly I got a lot done. Until I heard a voice behind me.
"Hola!" It was a boys voice.
"Hola," I greeted him back, he must be new.
"Oh...um my...name...is...Chris," he said as he paused through each word to practice or remember his English.
"Oh hey, I'm Ruth I answered holding the ball in my hands.
"Hey...Ruth...can...I...jugar contigo?" He asked going from English to Spanish. (Translation: Can I play with you)
"Uh...sure, here you go," I threw the ball at him.
"Thank..you, I...came...from Mexico," he advised me.
"Mexico?! Wow I'm a Latina too, my mom is Mexican my dad is British," I
said pointing to my hair.
"Oh que padre!" He said happily as he shot a basket perfectly.(translation: Oh cool!)
"Wow your good," I said to him.
"Thank you,"
And we both played a few rounds of basketball and soccer, until both of our mothers called us for dinner.
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So what do you think of chapter one? No worries I am going to do the whole 5tears later thing in a bit. Thank you if you read this chapter!! Now I have to sleeep, goodnight my loves!!
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Teen FictionRuth Munguia, living a nice life in Portland Oregon. In her apartment with her two siblings and parents. She doesn't meet or really pay attention to her neighbors since she was twelve. But there is now this boy who just moved in, his family is...
