Rosalina Fernandez has been training for this day since she was fourteen years old. Now that she is nineteen she finally got her chance to prove herself. But her big day was ruined when someone decided to intervene with their own schemes. She finds...
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The tall guy extended his hand to help me up. I took his hand and he pulled me up with ease. He looked at me, "You okay?"
I frowned. I know that voice.
"Uh. Yeah."
"Sorry about that."
"It's no problem."
The girl behind him came around him, "Come on Spooky." She started tugging at his arm.
He smiled, "Excuse me. Enjoy the party."
I nodded. As he walked past me I saw his neck had a tattoo. It was a cross and inside it were the letters SANTO. Santo. ' T O'.
Oh shit. "It's you!"
He turned around, "Huh?"
"It was you, in the casino."
He looked nervous and then shook his head. "Sorry mami but I don't know what you're talking about."
It was him. That voice, those eyes and the tattoo. It was the Santos who hit the casino that day. He's the reason I missed my mark.
He was about to say something else but then his attention was taken away from me when a blonde girl stepped up to him. "You want your shit back! Take it!" She started dumping a bag of shoes out all over the floor, then purses, makeup and clothes.
"Yo Bella, what the fuck?!"
"You think I want this stuff?! No! Fuck you Oscar!"
He grabbed her arm and pulled her outside. Pretty much everyone followed them so I took this as my opportunity to leave. They were arguing in the front yard. "You don't agree with shit that I do Bella!"
"I don't! But I would have never made you walk home barefoot!"
Wow. The chisme was good but I had to go. I had just outed him and I knew he would want to talk to me to make sure I wouldn't snitch. I wasn't going to snitch, but I WAS going to get the money I could have made off of my mark. I was going to get it from him. But I was going to have to do it alone. I know if I told my mom she would tell me to drop it. 'Once a mark is expired, let it go'.
But I couldn't let it go. He stole what was mine. And he wasn't even good at it.
I walked in the house.
"Hey Rose. Party over already?"
"No, I just got tired."
"Okay well, get some sleep. We have a lot of planning to do tomorrow."
I nodded my head and headed upstairs. Yes we do.
I walked into me and Paloma's room. She was already sleeping. I know she was happy it was Friday. She wouldn't have to worry about school until Monday. I don't know why she wants to quit school so badly. I wish I could have finished school or at least done the high school things like go to prom, run for student council, go to homecoming. Hell, I'd even settle for getting detention. I smiled to myself. Oh well. That's long gone now. I had to accept the fact that I wasn't like other nineteen year old girls. My mom raised me differently. Our lives were different.
