"(Mia! Get your ass ready for class now!) ¡Mia! ¡Consiga su asno listo para la clase ahora!"
I groaned in my pillow as mama called from downstairs. Eventually my mama yelled again with a more louder scream in her tone.
I picked up my head with all my morning strenght. I managed to get out, "(Almost ready, mama!) ¡Casi listo, mamá!" with my raspy morning voice.
I plumped my head back into my pillow. I felt like crying right now, this shit so comfy. I stopped whining and rolled my whole body towards the edge of the bed, and purposely leaned more to fall onto the fuzzy carpet.
I picked up my hand and supported it on the ground so I could get up. I immidiently popped up and had a sudden urge to stretch my muscles.
Yes, this is my life. Getting up from mama yelling, laziness, tiredness, and preparing for school. This happens in everyones point of view. But this is just the beggining you see.
After a bit of oversleeping, I went into the bathroom and did all I need for the morning. But when I got out the shower I busted my ass by slipping on the wet floor.
•••
"(Okay baby, enjoy lunch and I'll see you after school.) Ok, cariño, disfruta el almuerzo y te veré después de la escuela." My mom said hugging me, and then giving me my bag of snacks, lunch, and two huge ass bags of;
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I can feel the delicius, limey, hot, cheeto-like flavour of it already. I kissed my mommy on the side of her cheek and made my way on the sidewalk towards the bus door.
Okay, nothing wrong! New school, new you! You are beautiful, here we go.
I kept chanting onto myself. The bus doors opened and I stepped inside. It was pretty good. Everybody was occupied talking or fighting or... why is there kids smoki- fuck it.
"whos the latina?"
As soon as I heard that whisper one by one, everyone stopped what they were doing and looked at me.
Mateo Bowles
"Because thats how it was meant to be?" I said to my dumbass friend, Kida. He young, what you expect? Not saying young people dumb, but this nigga is.
"Just because there is 60 seconds in a minute, and 60 minutes in an hour, doesn't necessarily add up to the measurements of 60 hours in a day. Its the levels and counting phrases they use to identify these things." Some nerd said behind us.
"Nigga if you don-"
"Yo', who the latina?" Ayleo said tapping the side of my shoulder. I scrunched up my eyebrows and looked around until I spotted a short girl with little curls and a full black outfit on.
"Hola, mama cita!" Kida said rubbing his hands together.
I smacked the back of his head and he yelped in pain. "Nigga shudufuckup'." I said rolling my eyes. I kept looking at that Latina girl, and played with my beads.
(A/N; 😏 Played with his beads, huh?)
"Nigga, you boning?" Kida said ignorantly on my ear. I turned my body facing full towards him and looked at him.
"Boi-"
Mia Caràl Lobrosé
I slowly walked down the lane until I found an empty spot all the way in the back. I quickly jolted there until I felt a foot trip me over.
I almost fell face-first until a firm hand held me up.
I looked to my side to see a kid with an afro and a mask. Pretty unique sense of style. He has cute eyes, his eyelashes bash around them each time he blinks.
"You aight?" He said bursting me out of my thoughts. I felt like bursting into a huge grin, but I couldn't so I bit my lip. "I-i-thanks...." I managed to get out in a breath. He made a confused face and laughed, "Aight. Yur' welcome.".
I escaped my arm from his softening grip and continued walking, seat to seat, until I finally made it to my seat. I heard a few girls murmuring from different seats.
"Lord, she is so beautiful!"
"That hoe all up in my Tator tot!"
"She is so small, like a cute little Mexican girl."
"Lemme get dem digits guh'!"
"I HAVE BUSPHOBIA, THIS SHIT SCARY AS FUCK, HELP ME OFF THIS!"
"Awe, look at the latina bitch."
"Malu, stop hatin'."
I got a little tired and dosed off on the school bus.
•••
"latina~"
"Latinnna~"
"LATINA, HALLO?"
I flinched at the loud ass echoing voice in my ears. I immidiently looked around until I spotted a boy with a bob and a slaying outfit, is he gay? I need me a gay bestfriend!
"Boo, issa' time to go." He said holding his hand on his hip. I was dazed. What 's all the fun things I can do with him?
Paint our nails, go to the salon, make fun of hoes, make enemies together, talk about boo's and foes, sing Rae Sremmurd songs
"Hallooooo?"
I snapped out of my thoughts of a sudden pulling movement. "If you sleepy, bitch, imma' carry yo' ass. I need a friend." Were the last words until he dragged me off the bus.
