To my best friend in the whole world, I have written this story. This story may be short, but it...
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Punch at First Sight
Once when I was younger, I was the new student. At the ripe age of seven years old, I had made the thing one would call an enemy.
Oh but it wasn’t the ordinary kind. No, I was the enemy of the cutest boy in second grade.
His name was Julio Gonzalez.
Probably the most handsome eight years old I had ever met. Eyes rimmed with green but with a Caribbean blue center. His black curly hair was even cuter. He had way too many Spanish heritage going on his background.
Too bad I was focused on cooties to appreciate what he had to offer.
Back to the point, Julio was the vain of my existence after I found out that his good looks were the only good thing about him.
It was when I was first introduced to Mrs. Jelly’s second grade class as the Hawaiian native that he started his dislike for me.
“Being from Hawaii isn’t that cool.” He said cockily.
I raised an eye brow at him before looking to my teacher.
Ignoring the teacher’s confused stare, I went up to him with a big smile on my face. My short ink black hair was in a high ponytail, and my sun kissed skin was nothing in comparison to his own olive tone as I leaned across his desk.
“Hey… do you like chicken or beef?” I asked innocently. It was a simple question the males asked others who looked weak and pompous.
He looked at me curiously before smiling and said, “Beef. It’s ten times better then chicken.”
Now, I being from the island, I hadn’t know city people didn’t understand our kinds of threats and so on.
So imagine his surprise when my tiny little fist smashed into his face.
I can assure you, it was then and there ¾ the girl population of Johnny Seed Elementary swore to make me their enemy for the rest of their pathetic lives. It was also then and there I met my bffltdup, Trisha Jong, a very enthusiastic half American half Korean girl.
“It’s a pity that being Spanish in Miami is just as boring now.” I said with my nose in the air. Mrs. Jelly was stuck between fainting and sending me to the principal’s office for violence.
Either way, I never got in trouble.
The new kid excuse was always a lovely thing on the first day.