The S.T.F. Files, Book 1: S.T.F.

Quinceanara Crashing

Riza's POV 

After a day of flying, we finally were in Spain, and thanks to my Spanish knowing, it wasn't hard finding the place where Damien was. 

Maybe 'cause there was a Quinceanara going on.... 

"Cleo wants to go there and pull the moron out before the moron hurts the moron!!!" Cleo says, as we stand outside. 

"Well, it just started, and we aren't even dressed to get in, without being questioned." I reason, while Cleo unzips her backpack. I remember from the airport, we had to get some fresh clothes, just in case of an emergency. 

"Cleo can use light to make these dresses pretty!!!" Yes, along with light, there was the 'prettyfyer' as I called it. It could make anything sparkle. 

"Then let's do this, because I don't wanna see this place blow up because of one of the moron's stupid mistakes" I say, as Cleo uses her diamonds and spoons to make the old plain dresses sparkly. Cleo's is a bright green (almost like the color of the little mermaid's tail...is she secretly obsessed with her...?) and It sparkled, a lot. It had a diamond encrusted in the center, and big, low sleeves that were puffy. She topped it off with diamond earrings, and necklace, and a big puffy loose bow in the back of her hair. She had matching flats, with diamonds on the toes. 

Ariel Caughs Cleo was like a princess. 

Yet we didn't know much about her.....except that she was a thief, and an orphan.... 

"Cleo likey!!!" Cleo said smiling, and almost jumping up and down uncontrollably, "It's Riza's turn now!!!" 

"Um..." I bit my lip, "I think I'll pass-" 

"No!!! Riza would look pweety!! Shwiney!!!!" And before I knew it, my ordinary every-day clothes transformed into a dark purple mini dress, that shimmered a little, that had no sleves at all. My hair, which was just a big long mess, was now straighter, and elegantly swong down to my sides, with a thick black headband with a black rose in it. I was wearing at least six inch heel, which, I couldn't walk in an inch heal, so this was going to be a nightmare. I had a black diamond necklace on, which totally made me look like I was going to a bar, not a Quinceanara, but whatever, I was going to get in. 

Quinceanara crashers. 

"You're paying for new shoes, got it?" I asked Cleo, who stuck her tongue out at me, and threw our backpacks in the bushes. 

It was time to infiltrate the Quinceanara. 

As we walked in, it was....eww...girlish. 

Pink was everywhere. 

Everywhere. 

EVERYWHERE!!!! 

It covered all the walls, the celling, the floor! I wanted to scream. 

I. Hate. Pink. 

ew. 

"Cleo sees moron!!!" I hear over the loud music obviously from Cleo. I follow her voice, feeling Damien's prescence grow more, as I find him dancing with the girl that everyone was here for, who was his cousin. 

Damien's eyes which focused on her, drifted over to the bright red hair of Cleo's, when he looked at her face, as his devastated face that had a smile thrown on lit up, as if Cleo was making it, as he almost shouted, "Cleo?" 

The girl he was dancing with...Margarita was her name? Looked at him, saying "está algo malo?" Is something wrong? Damien pulled away, as he walked over to Cleo and I, who were standing there, because I refused to walk if I didn't have to. 

"Cleo, is that really you?" 

"Who else would Cleo be??? Cleo can't be Riza! Moron is a Moron!!!" 

"¿Quién es esta chica que está aquí? ¿Sabes cómo se Damien?" Who is this girl that is here? Do you know her Damien? The girl said, as Damien hugged Cleo. 

"Nosotros son buenos amigos" I say we are good friends. 

"¿Quién eres tú?" she asked, almost repealed. 

"Me Ilamo Theresa "Riza" Terezinha Tabithana Tsuki Nadie Detrasta, pero me llamo Nadie, o Riza. Ella es Cleo. Cleo habla en la tercera persona." I call my self Therese "Riza" Terezinaha Tabithana Tsuki Nadie Detrasta, but I call myself Nadie (that means nobody or no one...) or Riza. She is Cleo. Cleo talks in the third person. 

"¿Tiene ella comprende español?" Does she understand spanish? 

"No, ella nada comprende o habla español. Ella habla y comprende ingles." No, she doesn't understand or talk in spanish. She speaks and understands english. 

The girl nods, before hugging Damien, then saying, "Él tiene la suerte de conocer chicas lindas. Voy a dejarlo todo para ti. Vosotros ir ahora, y se divierten. cuidar de él para mí." He is lucky to know such nice girls. I'll leave him all to you. You all go now, and have fun. Take care of him for me 

I nod, before saying, "C'mon guys, lets go." And Damien says goodbye, before leaving. 

After leaving, I take off the heals, and run bare foot through the lawn, grabbing our backpacks, and heading to the airport. 

Next stop: Russia to get Dimitri. 

Authors note: I did all of the spanish by myself, so IF something is off, it's because I was too lazy to get a translator, and I only have had a year of spanish so far. I think I did pretty good. But I don't think I spelt understand right....