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It was a normal day

I don't know how my day got so fucked up this quick, but I blame half of it on that damned sandwich I bought for lunch. 

It was a beautiful day. Jamie, my  favorite uncle,  was making breakfast while grandpa got ready for his day as lieutenant of the 6th precinct. Grandma was curling her hair listening to Frank Reyes. I could smell the pancakes, eggs, and bacon  Jamie was cooking. My uncle was the only reason I ever got such an Americanized breakfast to be honest. My mom had the idea that we needed to eat, sleep, and breathe, like "true" Puerto Ricans. Good things she's not always here. 

My mom, Garcia Rosita Rivera Sanchez is a fifth generation NYPD detective. She spends her days catching bad guys and testifying to my father cases, he's a district attorney. My parents really are a perfect match, my mom catches the bad guys and my dads throws them in jail. Even though I barely even see them I still love them and admire their braveness. 

"Did the gringo call you yet?" Grandpa asked with a soft smile.

"How many times do I have to tell you dad is Italian." 

Jamie pitched in and said, "I don't think you understand Flora, tu abuelo le dice gringo a cual quiera que no sea Hispano. It's like a past trait all hispanics have where after you reach a certain age you just call white people gringos." 

"With old age comes wisdom Florita." Grandpa said laughing at his own bad joke. 

Jamie smiled at me and signaled me to go to the car.

School was extremely boring. Everyone there was lazy and never did any work, I was always looking for somewhat of a challenge and tried everything I could to make a difference in our school. It never worked though because of the principal, I'm sure the son of a bitch only wants the money. He turned down a lot of my creative ideas to help the school and the community because it would expose a lot of his cruel strict rules. 

After school came a lot quicker that day. I waited for my dad to pick me up, I helped him with paperwork on recent cases and talked about our day. I was most excited about dad's new case about this gang who forced a group of doctors to help their families after contacting some virus. Its chaotically good, if it was up to me I would let them go free of charges but I haven't gotten any update on the case. I looked around for a few minutes and waited for my dad. I looked back for a moment, focusing on the school. Then I heard shots being fired... while a speeding black G Wagon came closer to the school.

I ran toward the school door where many people were  crowded, thinking it was just another drunk dude from Saint Teresa High. The car doors opened and as I was running I was pulled from my waist.I started pulling the very rough hands that gripped my waist. I wriggled and fought against this guy. I wasn't going to give up without a fight but my best wasn't enough, I was dragged into the car and no one did anything. In the car the guy started driving super fast and made sharp turns until we reached somewhere dark like a tunnel and he turned around putting something sharp in my neck, I think it was a syringe filled with Anticholinergic drugs.

I was knocked out.

And then I found myself in a small room with small windows. Pastel pink wallpaper covered the room matching the whole aesthetic of the room. I got up from the comfortable bed filled with white fluffy pillows and pink covers that smelled like lavender. There were some paintings hung on the walls that looked extremely old, the colors were fainted and the drawing was a mere fading object in the canvas. I went to the door and tried opening It and of course it was locked from the outside, the windows were locked two but even if they weren't I couldn't jump because of the rocks that would crack my head open. I kept observing little things in the room, like the rhythm of he wind blowing against the window, the little dark lines in the wooden floor, and the swinging of the shiny chandelier. 

The door opened and I saw a tall guy, probably 6'5, with medium dark hair, his eyes were dark too, but his skin was pale like snow, he looked like he hadn't shaved in a few weeks and had dark circles under his eyes. He wore all black which made him look somewhat elegant. He stepped into the room closed the door behind him and reached for his pocket, I stepped into the corner of the room for protection. He paused and took out a cookie and started eating it. He walked across the room and sat in the white polished chair looking at me, I looked away but could feel the burning judging eyes. My legs were starting to get tired but I was  waiting for the guy to speak.

"Your seventeen right?" 

"Yeah."

"Do you know what you want to be when you finish college?"

"How do you know I'm planning to go college? And why do you want to know?"

"Answer my questions first, your in my house might a-"

"Yea that your forced me to be in. Look I don't think you know who my family is they'll go crazy over me missing so I suggest that you take me to my house before they notice."

"Oh I do know who your family is, the Riveras took away my parents and I'm going to get even with them by-"

"Your going to kill me?"

"What? No I'm to keep you here, away from your parents so they know what its like growing up without parents. You understand, your parents are never around and the rest of your family is alway too busy to pay you any attention."

"How, how do you know that? its not true."