Mexican Like A Boss

Mexican Like A Boss 1

Jasmine's POV

First day of school... Ugh! Why did my mom have to take me to a freaking white school in Beverly Hills!?!? Sure, I understand that she wanted me to move to a safer place but come on! I only needed senior year, couldn't I have completed it back home? No point in starting mid-semester. Oh well, she's the boss. I hate fighting with my parents or back talking because they can give me the chancla. My mom just told me to wake up because us Mexicans are too awesome for alarms. Now that I have moved away from my hometown, i am way farther from my grandma's well done chorizo. That woman is old but i have to give her props for her chorizo. 

I grudgingly got out of my warm cocoon of blanketed heat. I moved over to my bathroom and turned the shower on. i removed my llama pajamas and instantly got hit by that evil cold. I jumped in the shower and cleansed myself. I usually last around 50 minutes in the water but today was my first day of school, and as tempting as it may sound, I cannot be late to that hell hole. I moved out of my shower and grabbed my towel. As i dried myself, I contemplated on what to wear to school today. I wanted to blend in, but I owned no Gucci or Abercombie and Fitch. Oh well, my usual clothes will have to do. I wore a pair of dark wash skinny jeans that really complimented my curvaceous figure. After all, I am a proud Latina, and everyone knows we have rockin' bodies. Right? I then moved onto the top. I wore a random top. I usually did that, just shove my hand in and take out the first thing that brushes against my hand and wore it even if it didn't match. Today's lucky winner is...a red shirt that had one sleeve missing, but I swear that is the design. I wore my worn out, lucky, red Chuck Taylors. Finally, I wore my hair in it's natural soft brown waves. Simple...just the way i like it.

I ran downstairs to the kitchen where a heavenly scent arose. Turns out my lovely mother decided to pick her pretty little ass up and make breakfast. I glanced at the table set in front of me, no one has sat down yet. Score! I quickly sat down waiting for my mom to place the food in front of me. When I realized she wasn't going to do that any time soon, I forced myself to stand and walk over to her, which for your information was a very difficult task considering how early it was. I grabbed the plate she had out for me and went back to the table. On my platter was a huge pile of chilaquiles. Yum! I quickly downed the contents of my plate and drank the coffee I had surprisingly got up to make. That's when it happened. I heard tons of footsteps coming from upstairs. Then one by one like freaking ants my brothers came down. Each one more annoying than the one in front. Just the bare sight of them had me pissed off. I have four brothers. Youngest one's name is Jorge. Only six years old but he acts like the devil's incarnation. Ruben, he's eight but can drive me insane with his stupid needs. His 'needs' are seriously just pictures of his favorite cartoons. His favorite cartoon changes every week. It's like a girl changing clothes! Steven is ten but thinks he owns the place. I think that pretty much explains him. Last but not least, Fernando! That boy doesn't really annoy me all that much except when he puts his goth music on full blast. That 15 year old boy concerns me more than annoys me.

"Ugh! Jasmine woke up." Steven announced. What the heck is that supposed to mean? See, just plain evil.

"Well Stevie I was forced to get up by the same woman that raised you." I knew how much he hated when I called him Stevie. Mom never noticed that I mentioned her in a not so nice way. Thank God or else she would have got me with the nearest solid, a frying pan would have been painful. Dad wasn't home because he had work at 4 am. I can barely wake up at 6, how does he do it?!?

After having to deal with all the damn kids in my home, I kissed my mom goodbye and hopped in my car.

I turned on the gps my mom had installed and then remembered I had not the slightest clue as to how to use it. I turned it off and inserted the keys into the ignition. The car roared to life. At least in my head it did. To the people around me, it probably sounded like a meow. Oh well. I drove my small red BMW out of the driveway. I had a lot of time to spare so I decided to tour around a bit.

This little neighborhood was confusing because all the houses looked identical. Except for ours of course. Why? Because there is a huge red banner on the porch that says 'Hello We Are Familia Solis'. Don't ask me why but my dad thought it would be a stupendous idea to distinguish and add a bit more color to our little white canvas, better known as the new house.

When I finally got away from that horrible place I drove into a cute little shopping center. Thing was, this adorable shopping center had American written all over it. There was at least 15 Starbucks scattered around, one gigantic Hollister store, and an even bigger Victoria Secret. What else do you expect from Gringo Town.

I searched for a tiny coffee shop. I've always hated buying at mainstream or big name brands so I settled for a tiny cafe called 'Julius'. Oh well. I feel like such a rebel when I do that.

It was time to actually go to school so I hurried back into my car. I asked around a million times for Beverly Hills Highschool but to no avail had answers because snobby blondes just kept being snobby. I found an adorable old couple and hoped for the best.

"Oh yes, highschool. That horrible tramautizing era where no one can turn back." Well then... I am now scared. "But to answer your question yes we do know. It is down the road and past a Starbucks coffee shop." Gee, that's gonna help. Especially in Whiteville. I thanked them anyways and eventually found the school.

It was pretty big. I watched as the kids entered and exited the building. I would usually notice the wide vatiety of races but no. All I saw was blonde. The only dark hair I saw was from boys but I'm sure it was dyed. This is gonna be great! Cue eyeroll. The building was magnificent. No graffiti at all. I was so used to the wall art that this place seemed bare. I wonder if I'll actually learn anything. Oh well.

I pulled into the parking building. It wasn't a lot, it was a freaking building. There was a magnificent water fountain showering gloriously at the entrance of the parking. For goodness sakes, parkings are already fun. I mean, parking lots have cars, cars mean no walking is required. No walking is good. Therefore they are fun.

I got out of my car and had to ride a damn elevator all the way down just so I could get to the school's main building. I felt like an intimidated freshman all over again once I stepped inside. There were roses everywhere for some reason. There was a long red carpet that led to the school secretary's desk. There was a frumpy old lady at the desk. She looked more like a security guard than a secretary. Oh well.

"What are you doing here? You should be in class! Move it child!" She boomed. Gee, now I know what the old man meant by 'traumatizing'.
"Well, to do that I have to receive a schedule first. Because if it isn't obvious enough, I'm not from here." Either it's not obvious enough or this old hag is as blind as a bat. I might keep the Mexican charm at high for now but I could practically teach her how to do her own job correctly.

The old lady gave me a smirk, " Alright kid, I need your name and grade." I gave her the information she needed and received my schedule.

Now its every woman for herself.... I will need a lot of Chorizo after today.
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Hello my chorizo friends! Hope you liked that chapter! I will try my best to update twice a week. For now, please give this story a vote if you think it deserves it. And please leave comments so I know that people actually are reading. Anyway...goodbye!

              Sincerely, your llama queen. Less than three! 

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