CHAPTER ONE.
ALL RIGHTS RESERVED 2014.
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ESMERALDA'S P.O.V.
I got up to the constant blaring of 'I got moves like jagger' song that blasted away from my phone making it hard for me to doze off again. Dang the alarm!.
"Damn", I groaned out loud. I sat up straight and rubbed my sleepy eyes then it finally hit me!, I never kept that song as an alarm tone. Heck, I never keep an alarm to wake me up. That only meant one thing.
"Troy Hayes!, you are so dead when I find you!", I shouted from my room. That little punk, always messing with my things.
I sighed and tied my hair. Since I'm already up thanks to my sweetest brother, note the sarcasm I better get ready for school.
I walked out of my room squeaky clean and dressed. Taking out my phone, I scrolled through my morning texts while moving speedily down the stairs. All of a sudden I lost my balance on the last step and crashed into someone, that someone being my mom.
"!Dios mío!, slow down Esmy, where's the fire?", she shook her head at me.
I gave her sheepish smile and hugged her, "Sorry mamá and buenos dias. I'm running a little late now so don't blame my clumsiness and roughness on me 'cause certainly I inherited all those beautiful traits from you." I kissed her cheek quickly and ran towards the kitchen before she replied back.
Entering the kitchen, I walked towards dad who was currently laughing with Troy reading some cartoon comics in the newspaper.
"Hi princesa, how are you?, he asked without even looking at me . My dad, who was once a ruthless General in the U.S army, was sitting in front of me laughing at some cartoonish character.
I rolled my eyes and kissed his cheek, "I'm good papá but kind of in a rush so…have a nice day dad!.", I replied. I grabbed a granola bar from the counter and laughed at Troy who was busy making a face at his oatmeal. He scowled at me which made me grin widely. Take that you little punk!
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The moment I reached school, I grabbed my messenger bag and walked towards the school's main door. I unlocked my phone and texted my two nosy yet awesome bests.
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