Before we enter middle school we
have to remember the point of this book being her cliche not cliche love life so here we are. (Oh my gosh finnaly the moment i have been waiting for)
Gabriel Gutierrez, the jackass that made her heart pound a mile per second, basically the cause of her death but with flesh. (Spoiler: she didn't die)
You have no idea how much she hated that guy, he just, gosh, breathed, and she would just seeath, he wasn't even all that, yet for some reason she wanted him. He was the carbon dioxide to her lungs instead of breathing him out she deeply inhaled him.
Gabriel guttierez was a snake, as he like the cold and slippery reptile slittered into her life. They met at a small bash yara's cousin was having, and unluckily she invited her, ( yaras mixed she was mexican and congolese).
Yara had left to help her cousin and anoni was stuck alone at a party with people she'd never met and like a snake with those sharp eyes he noticed her and walking over with his short semi-chubby stature he greeted her and like that they clicked.
It was weird she'd never seen him before and yet here they were two 12 yr olds talking and playing around like they'd met before.
A while later his parents called him, and he waved goodbye whispering "adios chiquita" . yara came waltzing back with candy in her hands.
" dulce?" she question
Honestly did she even have to ask anoni quicky averted her eyes from the little boy who had now faded into the crowd unto the bag yara held. Grabbing it out of her hand, she thought to ask if she knew the boy she had been convesrsing with ,but like an un important letter, she left it unopened beliveing she would never see him again.
and she didnt see him again till middle school hit.
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Give Me Cliche Or Give Me Death
General FictionAnonii What kind of love do you want? Anonii: a cliche like the fairy tales A cliche? Anonii: yes, one that's exciting and keeps me on my toes in suspense. And when he walks into my life the world will whisper in my ears this is the one. And i will...
