Fuck You Alpha!

Chapter 1: Miranda Sanchez

           

FUCK YOU ALPHA!

Chapter 1: Mia Sanchez

For buying a quinceañera dress. Sigh, you would think it would be fast and simple. In and out. At least that was what I would expect when it came to planning a quinceañera. Since I wasn't much a fashion type girl. I didn't think it would be this hard. Even going to one of the most popular stores where they sell quinceañera dresses. I thought it was going be easy but NO! Last time I ever listen to my own mind about shopping.

'Mi quince' was the name of the place, aka the place where the most beautiful dresses from Mexico come to be sold. Colors from pink to blue and many others with weird color names. Such as United Nations Blue, Fallow and Gambage?

I don't understand fashion, or even the fashion industry in general. But who am I to judge? But then again, I do judge things, a lot.

"Mia! Mia! Adonde estas?" I hear my father call out my name. As I stood in the doll section, creeping myself out. I wonder if I can somehow persuade my parents to not get me one. I don't think I need one. Saves us money and me from getting a nightmare.

"Mia!" I heard my pappy calling my name. I turn around and saw him waving his left arm at me. I quickly made my way to where my father was. I stumble slightly on my feet as I quickly made my way to my dad. I didn't notice I was close to the baptism section, where they had plastic coverings to protect the pure white clothing from dangerous clumsy people. I wasn't that clumsy of a person but I do stumble on my feet for odd know of reasons. Not even to figure out why I just went with the flow and continue my move.

"Sorry pappy!" I said, having the habit of apologizing for things. I don't know why, but I always feel like I should say sorry, even if I didn't really need to give an apology.

"Porque dices sorry?" He gives me a confused look. I shrugged, and look at him. "Felt like it should be." before turning my attention to the floor.

"Ay, No te percopes. ¿Te contrastes que te gusta?" He asks me while we made our way to the elevator. I press the 'up' button.

"Un puñado de muñecos espeluznantes. ¿realmente necesito uno?" The thought of having one of those creepy ass dolls in our home made me shiver. Especially because of how powerful my mind can be and how stupid I can fall for the simplest things of what my mind can do to me. Just last week, I had to turn off the light in the hallway and run all the way to my room where my lamp was my savior of keeping the darkness away from me. Yeah, I'm awesome.

"Si Mia" He answered as he rolls his eyes at my comment.

"¿podemos ser la familia que son demasiado pobres para pagar uno de esos?"

"¿Quién dijo que éramos pobres?"

"Mami, Ariella, Julio and Milagros" Remembering the times I was told about our family not having a lot of money. When we were living in Chicago, but now that we live in Texas. Where there are more jobs. Which equals more money to come.

"Oh, no los escuches. Si no tenemos dinero, ¿por qué estás recibiendo un quinceañera?" I shrugged and stuff my hands into my pockets of my jeans. We heard the doors open and made our way in. I press the only two options of what direction we were going. I press the same button once more and let the elevator do its job.

"Mira Mia, a veces no siempre tenemos dinero. Sé que no somos como estos americanos, con mucho dinero. Pero siempre hemos llegado a través y trabajar duro para conseguir lo que queremos. entender?"

"Yes pappy" I answer. The dingy sound announces itself, giving ourselves to its attention, we made our way out of the tiny room and to where my mother was at.