CHILDHOOD ❥ ON MY BLOCK [OSCAR DIAZ]

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Marisol let out a sigh, throwing her keys onto the kitchen table as she headed towards the fridge. The girl bent down, seeing what there was to eat, taking out the proper ingredients she needed. Marisol grabbed the loaf of bread that was on the counter, opening the plastic before taking out two slices.

She placed them into the toaster, pulling the lever down as she took out her phone.

Marisol began to scroll through her unread notifications for the day, not being able to see them while at work. With her being the other employee other than Paolo, the work load began to double.

There were some messages from her sister, informing her that she had a lead on Cesar's condition, some from her friends. Marisol stopped at the next couple of messages, deciding if it was even more opening. She exhaled deeply, clicking onto the contact.

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iMessage
11:14 AM

hey

12:32 PM

im guessing you're still mad at me
that's fine

2:06 PM

you could atleast respond yk

5:50 PM

ok.

Marisol rolled her eyes, beginning to write back a response when the horrible odor of burning filled her nostrils.

"Fuck!" She cursed, throwing the phone down before popping open the toaster. She grabbed the burnt pieces of bread, burning her fingers in the process.

"Ow, ow!" Marisol tossed it into the trash, shaking her hand from the sensation.

Monty entered the kitchen, giving his daughter a confused look, "You okay?"

Marisol nodded, putting two more slices into the toaster, "Yeah, fine."

"How was work?"

Her father questioned, crossing his arms over his chest as he leaned against the counter. Marisol simply shrugged her shoulders, "Boring as usual."

"Can I talk to you about something?" Monty narrowed his eyes at her, leaning closer.

Marisol raised an eyebrow, "Uh, sure?"

The girl mentally prepared herself for a lecture from him. "I found blankets and food in the car last night, has your sister been- has she been sleeping out there?"

Marisol's eyes widened, not knowing how to immediately respond. She knew those things were for Cesar, but she couldn't tell her father that. Marisol knew he would overreact if he found out Monse was still trying to help him.

Marisol focused back towards her food, trying not to burn it again, "Um, I-I don't know."

"Oh, come on, you're her sister, you know everything."

Marisol couldn't bring herself to look directly at her father, placing the toast on a plate, "I mean, I know she was upset about the whole boarding school thing."

"Yeah but I didn't think she would be that mad," Monty shook his head, "I'm just trying to look out for her, that's all."

"I know, dad," Marisol began to spread the butter before taking a bite of her food.

"I just wish I had enough money to do the same for you back then," Monty glanced up at his daughter, his eyes showing sadness, "I know how much you wanted to go to that gymnastics camp."

"That was like five years ago, trust me, I'm over it," Marisol chuckled lightly, beginning to put everything back to where it was.

Monty shrugged grimly, "I guess, just tell your sister to stop staying in the car, please?"

Marisol simply nodded, watching him walk out of the kitchen before picking up her phone to text Monse.

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iMessage
7:17 PM

cesar's alive!!
all of the things i left for him
were gone when i got back from school

7:34 PM

i've got bad news