a person who is extraordinarily strange or eccentric is the definition of Valentina Villataro (Aka the raging Latino) and if you cant accept that then so be it.
I stared at my hair. White. Of all the colors I could have dyed my hair i chose white. I grabbed my phone out my pocket and started to text Octavia
Me: HELP PLZ
Octavia:LOL wat?
Me :I dyed my hair white...
Octavia: kewl
Me: Not kewl :(
Octavia: LOL ok I GTG bye loca
Me: tienes la cara como un perro!
Octavia: ruff :)
Octavia: adios loca
Me: u suck
Octavia: 😐 ADIOS LOCA
I can't deal with Tavia right now.I am freaking out. I can't go to school like this. Im contemplating my life decisions .What am i gonna do?
I tried to pick out a decent outfit. My twenty one pilots muscle shirt, high waisted shorts, and classic converse. Its a solid 4.5 outta ten but I don't gives a care.
"Valentina! Bajar aquí vamos a llegar tarde!" my mom called.
"Mamá que viene!" i replied. I rushed downstairs and straight through the door. I crammed in the car with all 8 of my siblings. I'm the oldest out of all of us. Its me ,Victoria, Camila,Sofia, Elizabeth , Carolina , lucas,javier, and carlos.we already have ten people in the car and we have to pick up Octavia because her mom is a nurse and can't take her to school. When we arrive at Octavia's house we had to rearrange the seating. I volunteered to sit in the trunk with Camila and Octavia.
"Hola señora Villatoro." she greeted my mom. She turned to me .
"Ohlordyourhair " she looked shocked. There was a long pause,
"I LOVE IT" she screamed
__________________________________________________ Sorry it's so short but idk this is me 1st story 😶
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