Will You Be Mi Señorita? (Matt Hunter FanFic)
I felt something slimy on my cheek. It felt disgusting and irritating. I opened my eyes and realized it was my dog Delgado who was licking my cheek. That's a way of him telling me to wake up.
"Good morning Del," I said, scratching his head.
Del is my nickname for him. He still understands if I either call him Del or Delgado. I got up and stretched my whole body. I had school today.......Great! It's not that bad because today is just a half day.
I went into my walk-in closet and put on a purple tank top, denim shorts, my black Adidas, my snapback, and some rubber bracelets.
I went into my bathroom and brushed my teeth and hair. I grabbed my galaxy Jan-sport backpack and went downstairs. My mom was in the kitchen cooking breakfast already with my little sister Alissa.
"Hey mom," I said.
"Good morning Lena. Are you excited for today mija?" my mom said.
"I don't know. I mean, school is only a half day today. I guess I should be excited. I'm doing nothing today so might as well go skateboarding?" I said, taking a plate and serving myself pancakes my mom had made.
I sat down and began eating. I now realized Alissa was sitting next to me eating pancakes.
"Hey Al," I said. Al is my nickname for her.
"Hi," she said.
"Whatcha doin'?" I asked.
"Eatin' pancakes," she said.
"You have syrup all over your face," I said, laughing.
"Oops," she said.
"Mom, where's Toby?" I asked my mom. I was referring to my baby brother.
"Upstairs sleeping," she responded.
"And dad?" I asked.
"Esta en su oficina. ( He's in his office )," she said.
"Okay, voy a hablar con él. ( I'm gonna go talk to him )," I said.
"Okay mija," she said.
Yes, we were just talking in Spanish. I'm part Mexican and part Cuban. I got my Mexican from my mom and my Cuban from my dad. We hardly speak Spanish in the house. 1) Because we don't want to and 2) because I don't know a lot of words.
I got up and went to find my dad in his office like I asked my mom where he was. He was in there all busy and stuff. He's working on designing a model of a new mall here in Atlanta. I entered his big office. It almost took our whole two story house. His office is really big, like legit! It has stairs to go up to where the book shelves are and a door is in between the two book shelves. I love coming into his office. Sometimes he has designs hanging on the wall. I always help him decide which is better. I guess you can say it's how we bond?
"Hey dad," I said.
"Hi Lena. Ready for school?" he asked.
"I guess," I sighed.
"It's a half day. You should be excited," he said.
"I know it's just that I won't know what to do when we get out early. I'll be bored as hell," I said.
"Language!" he said.
"Sorry, as crap," I said. My dad is always like that when I say something BAD.
"Why don't you go shopping. You know, buy girly things," he said.
"Dad! I hate girly things. I'm never gonna be girly, EVER! You know that already," I said.
It's true. I hate being girly. It's just doesn't suits me. I'm more of a high tops walkin', SnapBack wearin', skateboard ridin', AriZona drinkin' kind of girl.
"All right fine. Here's one hundred and twenty bucks. Spend it on whatever you want," he said, handing me the money.
"Gee thanks dad. Why don't you just give me a credit card already?" I said.
"You aren't responsible enough to handle one yet," he said.
The bus honked, which only meant one thing...time for school!
"That's the bus. Bye dad. Tell mom I said bye," I said.
I walked out of his office and grabbed my backpack and skateboard and left. I don't ride the bus, hell I never do. I don't like it. I always ride my skateboard. The bus would always come to our neighborhood, honk its horn so the kids will notice and rush to the bus to get on. I only notice when the bus honks then I take off.
I got on my skateboard and started skateboarding to school. I do this every day. My skateboard is the only thing that actually keeps me outside. I'm more of an indoor person, but when it comes to skateboarding then you'll always find me outside.
Since I live only twenty minutes away from school, I arrived