Carolina Rosas is just your average girl. She's 16 years old and growing up in LA during the Mid 90s. One day she befriends a group of teenage boys, they teach her how to skate, and she even falls in love with one of them. This is her story.
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I woke up suddenly, shooting out of my bed and almost falling off of it. I looked at the clock on my nightstand, it read 8:30. I thought to myself, it's waaayy too early for this shit. Nonetheless, I got up and made my bed. I walked out of my room and into the living room, it was empty. Great, she probably has a hangover, I thought. I went into the kitchen and was greeted by a sink, full of dirty dishes.
Sigh, I might as well wash this stuff. I grabbed the sponge turned on the water and put some soap, from the nearly empty container, on the sponge. I got to work, scrubbing first the plates, then the bowls, after the cups, and finally the utensils.
I barely got a wink of sleep last night. My mom decided to invite her friends over and party till she passed out. Knowing her friends they probably put her in bed and cleaned up after themselves. Except for the dishes, I reminded myself.
Once I was finished, I went to the bathroom. I washed my face and brushed my hair. Then I went to the couch and turned on the TV. I flipped through the channels, finally landing on my favorite show. It's a show about skateboarding, where you get to see pro skaters on tour. I love to skate, although I'm not any good. I can cruise, sometimes grind, and I can ollie over pretty much anything. But that's it, kinda lame huh?
That's when I heard my mother's hoarse voice, yelling at me from her room.
"CAROLINA ROSAS, VEN AQUI AHORA!!!"
I unwillingly walked to my mother's room. When I got there it was a mess. Beer bottles were thrown everywhere, bongs, pipes, and wrappers. I even saw a couple of used condoms on her bed. But worst of all my mother, looking sick.
"I thought I told you not to watch TV so loudly. You know it makes my headaches worse."
"Sorry mom, I forgot."
"OH, YOU FORGOT? IM SICK AND TIRED OF YOUR BULLSHIT CAROLINA, GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY HOUSE. QUIT BEING A LAZY BITCH, JUST GET OUT AND DO SHIT!!"
"Yes mom, sorry mom."
I knew better than to argue with my mother when she was like this. So I just did what she wanted. I went to my room and picked out an outfit. It was a really hot day out, so I got a red crop tank top, some high waisted blue jean shorts, my high top red converse, and to top it all off a blue hat with a Nike swoosh on it. I also took a black windbreaker in my backpack just in case it got cold.
I went to the bathroom I put on a little bit of lipgloss, brushed my brows, and did my eyeliner and mascara. I have to admit I looked good. I put some mints, weed, and paper, stolen from my mother of course, in my backpack. I also grabbed my skateboard, and put my hairbrush in my backpack.
I opened the front door, then turned around and checked the time. 10:00 am, that's much better. I also grabbed $40 from my mom's purse stuffing it in my pocket. I opened the door, and yelled out,
"BYE MOM, LOVE YOU." to which she responded,
"I KNOW YOU TOOK MY MONEY YOU LI-"
I slammed the door cutting her off. Then I ran down the steps from our second-floor apartment and jumped on my board. I decided to get breakfast. I skated to the little neighborhood diner, it's only 5 blocks away. I went in and sat on a barstool, at the counter. I waited for Doña Emilia to come out of the kitchen. Then I saw a group of boys that looked around my age. They were sitting in a booth, and they all had skateboards. They were pretty cute too.
One of them was tall dark and handsome, he had short dreads and looked to be in charge. Another, the cutest one, had long curly blonde hair and a sassy look on his face. There was a tall white boy with acne filming their conversation. Finally, a younger-looking boy, that I saw around the neighborhood, with a buzzcut and a busted board.
I got snapped out of my trance, by a loud Doña Emilia.
"Carolina, my clienta favorita. Como has estado mijita, no te e visto en mucho tiempo. Que te qustaria comer hoy?!"
"Hola Doña Emilia, me encantaria un sandwich con hamon y queso. Muchas gracias."
"Bueno querida, te lo ago ahorita."
At this, the kind woman turned around and walked into her beloved kitchen. I sat waiting for a little bit before I heard the boys behind me arguing.
"You can't call dibs on a girl, they're not property." the white boy said.
"Man, Fourthgrade since when do you care?" the cutie said.
"Yeah!" agreed the little kid.
"I think Fuckshit should do it, he's already in love with her." the dark-skinned leader said.
"I'm also the hottest n***a in LA, so she can't refuse me." the guy who I thought was Fuckshit said.
"Do it, man, go for it." the little boy said.
The whole time they argued over me, I didn't turn around. I didn't want them to know that I was listening. I heard one of them get up and walk over to me. I felt an arm wrap around my shoulders, and I turned to face the boy with one eyebrow raised.
"Get your hands off a me," I said, he didn't listen.
"I'm Fuckshit, the hottest n***a on the block, and I'm gonna make you my girl."
"Boy please, how the hell you gonna do that."
"Well, I was hoping I could get your number first."
"I don't give my number to strangers, so how about we get to know each other?"
"Sounds like a fucking plan, why don't you come and sit with us."
Fuckshit walked me to the boys' table and sat down. There was no space for me to sit.
"And where the hell am I supposed to sit?"
"On my lap of course." Fuckshit pointed to his dick. I shrugged and sat on his lap, knowing he didn't expect me too. At this, the boy tensed up.
"Damn get some Fuckshit!" The leader said.
"Ok so, Destiny, these are my best buds. N***a over there's called Ray. Pimple face is Fouthgrade, and that little boy is Ruben." Fuckshit introduced us.
"Ok, it's nice to met you guys and all that. But why the fuck are you calling me Destiny, that ain't my name." I said, angry that I couldn't turn around and face the boy.
"So what is your name." He responded
"Carolina, but most people call me Carol or Lina," I said satisfied.
"Well, that's a nice name and all. But imma call you Destiny."
"And why is that?" This boy was pissing me off.
"Cause I'm destined to be with you of course." He said as he wrapped his arms around my waist.
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AN:
Hi everybody, thanks for reading. This is my first Mid 90s story, I hope you like the first chapter. Also, I'm pretty slow on updating, and I won't be using the word n***a. I'm not black and I am not comfortable using that word. I will welcome all questions and comments.
Translations:
VEN AQUI AHORA = COME HERE NOW
Carolina, my clienta favorita. Como has estado mijita, no te e viste en mucho tiempo. Que te qustaria comer hoy?!" = Carolina, my favorite client. How have you been dear, I haven't seen you in a long time. What would you like to have today?
Hola Doña Emilia, me encantaria un sandwich con hamon y queso. Muchas gracias. = Hi Doña Emilia, I would love a ham and cheese sandwich, thank you very much.
Bueno querida, te lo ago ahorita. = Alright Darling, I'll make that right now.
