Ojos Color Sol

Chapter 1

         

Francisca Amador - Silva "Fran" "Franky"

Francisca blew a frizzy strand of dark hair out of her face and sighed. She hated physics, she loved Ms. Moran, but hated physics. The subject was too complicated and she preferred to work with computers or in the shop. Those were the reasons she was accepted into MSST on scholarship; she liked it because it allowed her to fiddle with computers since her family was too poor to own one. She looked up and saw Ms. Moran mouthing words at her but nothing other than muffled sound was coming out of them. She shook her head and then remember she had put her headphones in. "Sorry what?" Francisca asked, when she spoke there was a small dusting of her Spanish accent from it being her first language.

Ms. Moran frowned "I know you don't enjoy my class Ms. Silva but the least you can do is do a better job pretending to pay attention." Moran was right, Fran thought, she really could be doing a better job paying attention. She frowned and leaned back in her chair and pursed her lips.

The bell rang dismissing everyone, Francisca quickly got up from her seat and walked to out the door to the school shop which housed her next class. With the money she had picked up working throughout the summer and scavenging through the garbage she had found and bought enough parts to make herself a computer. It wasn't going to be anything fancy but it was going to be a start. Thankfully the shop teacher didn't care much about anything the class was doing so she essentially had free reign to do what she pleased. She quickly became anxious due to all the noise of the machinery and stuck her head phones once again She could hear noises around her but they were not nearly as articulated as before, with all the commotion caused by the machinery she probably couldn't have even heard someone talking without them in. Fran jumped when she felt a hand on her shoulder and quickly turned and was met by a nervous boyish face. It was a face that could only belong to Peter Parker. "Sorry can you say that again?" She shouted involuntarily while turning her taking her headphones out.

"I said if you wanted I can help you with your physics." Peter said loudly. Francisca caught Peter raising his voice so that Francisca could hear her better, it was something that everyone did, it didn't bother her but it wasn't going to make her hear the any better than she could. "But there is a catch." Peter grinned his usual cheeky grin.

Francisca smirked "What's that Parker?" She asked.

"You have to help me with my Spanish." Peter looked at Francisca and had a glint in his eyes.

She couldn't understand how he was so happy all the time, "Peter Parker, the boy genius needs help with Spanish?" It really didn't surprise her; a lot of students came and asked for tutoring as Francisca was a native speaker. English wasn't her first language since her parents immigrated to Queens from Mexico a year before she was born they taught it to her before English since they only spoke Spanish. Her parents English has improved significantly but they only use it if they need to.

Peter nodded his head "Yeah it gets really tough this year." He said looking down at his feet sheepishly.

"Fine I'll help you. But only because I need to pass physics to keep my scholarship." Francisca looked back over to her computer project. "When do we start?" She asked curiously.

"Do you want to start after class?" Peter asked and pursed his lips together.

Fran nodded her head "Yeah, why not," She shrugged her shoulders and let out a sigh "Where do you want to study?" She really hoped Peter didn't ask to go to her house. Her parents would give her so much shit for the first boy she brought home being a scrawny white boy.

Peter really didn't want to explain the situation to May "What about Delmar's?" he suggested.

"Best sandwiches in Queens right there." Fran said grinning. "My parents are actually really good friends with Delmar."