my love story

some play date❤

I'm sitting in my mom's car wondering where we were going. I sigh, I've never had a best friend since I've changed schools. Ever. I think of my dad and how he would tell me I'm ok. Which I wasn't. I'm interrupted from my thoughts when my mom tells me we're here. I step out of the car to see a trailer. It is White with purple window things. The door has red stairs and a red porch going up to it. I walk up the poorly painted steps and knock on the door, putting on my good girl smile. A woman around my mom's age opens the door and looks down at me and smiles. "Esta es tu ninia lore?(This is your daughter, lore?)"she says looking down at me. My mom responds with," si, esta es mi cabrona(yes)." The lady ruffles my hair and welcomes me inside. The door leads straight to a kitchen. I could she crayon drawing magnified to the fridge and conchas (Mexican sweet bread) on the table. My mouth waters. I hear my mom call this lady "flaca" (skinny). She is pretty skinny though. Flaca notices me eyeing the bread so she let's me take one. Right behind the kitchen is a living room. The first thing I noticed is a TV, a big one, and a Xbox 360. I've always wanted one myself. I sit on one of the black couches that are crayoned. Before I could settle in, a girl two years younger than me walks out of a room. My mom just then walks in the living room and rushes me to go "play" with her. I do, just to be polite. The girl leads me into her room excitedly yet nervously and closes the door. I sit down on the floor next to her bed and wait for her to talk. Also, my mom made us introduce ourselves to each other and her name's Zayra. Shes pretty fun for her age. Except she loved role-playing and playing with dolls. Yuck. Just when she was about to make me play dolls with her, a boy my age runs in the room throwing a paper airplane in my hair. I stare  at him confused and take the plane out of my hair with a brow up. Before I can say a word he rushes out of the room. And that's how we first met...