The Voice of Valdez

Chapter 3

Leo

"¡ Quítate de encima!" I yell. (Get the hell off of me!)

He jumps back.

I look down at my body, and see my body for what seems like the first time.

I'm Mexican.

I know this.

I know English, but I know Spanish a lot better.

I have a white t-shirt on, along with black skinny jeans.

I seem to look attractive, but I know I'm scrawny.

Well.... I'm lean too.

And I know I have muscles.

And abs.

Sweet.

I try to move my arm, all the while staring at the blond boy.

"Leo?" He asks me.

I'm confused.

Am I Leo?

I realize I asked the question out loud.

"Yes. But, are you telling me you really don't know who you are?" He carefully questions.

"Um. Yes." I answer him, confused.

"Where am I?" I ask.

"Uhh..... GUYS!" He jumps up and runs into another room.

I take in my surroundings.

I'm in a room that kind of looks like a make-shift hospital.

I'm in a cot.

I see a parade of people come into the room.

A hot blonde guy. Not like the first one, though. This one's taller and leaner. And stronger looking. 

I see a really pretty girl, with hair to her elbows, and it looks like a hack-job. But she is totally hot.

I see a Chinese guy. He looks like a football quarterback. And a bit like a baby.

I see a guy with black hair and green eyes, holding this scary-looking blonde chick's hand.

I also see a quiet mouse of a girl by the Chinese baby man.

"¿Quiénes diablos son ustedes?" I ask. (Who the hell are young guys?)

"Leo?" Says the hot chick.

"Who's Leo? Wait... I'm Leo, right?" I ask, in English this time.

She covers her mouth, and looks like she's about to cry.

"Seriously, where the hell am I?" I look at them, but they just stare at me.

I notice the mouse girl is familiar.

"Wait, I know you." I point to her.

"What?" They all ask.

"It's probably because of Sammy." She replies.

I think of all the people named Sammy I know.

But, I don't know anyone.

I know zero people.

I don't even know who I AM.

"Oh Gods..." The scary chick mutters.

"Hey, scary chick, please answer my questions." I  politely ask.

"Scary chick?" The green-eyed dude asks.

"Yeah. Now, answer my questions! ¡ Maldita sea! ¿Qué tan difícil es responder a algunas preguntas sencillas?" (God damn! How hard is it to answer a few simple questions?)