"handle with care"
You already knowwwww..
I dont own On My Block and any of the characters except for Oscar's heart.....I also own the characters and plots that aren't on the show.
PLEASE dont be a copy cat. Be creative biatch. You can do it:)
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Mirabella's pov
Its the first day of senior year.
Am i excited? Hell no.
The only thing i was ready for was leaving school and never coming back. I spent 3 dreadful years here, 1 more to go. I'm ready. I have no idea what my future holds but i'm ready to leave this shit hole.
Why would i want to be here? This was anxiety central. I felt constantly laughed at and judged by everybody throughout high school. It was hard to make friends because of my social anxiety. I let people walk all over me because they know a quiet girl isnt going to stop them.
It was not fun at all. I would make specific maps to help me get through the school without running into jocks and anybody who was affiliated with gangs. They were the meanest to me.
Especially the girls who repped a gang in this city called Santos. They picked on me for no reason. I didn't have one friend. Well, unless Tim Hall, who asked me how to get to Algebra counts. And Mario Martinez talked to me occasionally last year, but then again he probably felt obligated to because i was his tutor.
The part that sucks the most is that i live on the street where the Santos are always at. Just my fucking luck. Not only am i fearing for my life at school, but also at home.
I absolutely hate it, but there is nothing i can do about it since i live there for free. My uncle owns the house but he doesn't wanna live there. So he's letting my sister and i stay there since there was a small. Okay not small, but a big incident that happened which is why i refuse to let my sister or i to live with my parents ever again.
Which is why i never talk about my parents. Never have. Never will. I keep it to myself and thats that. Im dealing with the pressures of being a doormat of a female teen girl in a scary, cruel world.
I thought to myself as i scribbled stuff into my notebook while i walked to my next class. It was a way to distract myself when i have anxiety. When im at school i am very anxious, so i do things to distract myself from thinking about it.
"Yo chinita!" One of the wannabe cholas, Alina called after me which caused me to walk a lot faster.
I turned the corner to try and lose her which resulted in me getting hit by a locker.
"Ooooo i felt that." A guy hissed in pain as i groaned.
I held my face closely as it grew numb.
"Sorry about that." The guy looked at me nervously. As if he was terrified i'd cuss him out. Must be a freshmen because anyone else would laugh and walk off. But freshmen are so terrified to create a bad reputation they'll kiss anyone's ass to avoid it.
