Hola, amigos! Since Simone has not—and doesn't seem to be going to—written about the Fuentes 2nd generation, I thought that I'd take a stab at it! :)
I really hope that you all enjoy it; I know I'm having fun writing it! ;) I'd be super grateful if you'd review! Thanks!
Oh, and sorry about the short length, but it just had to work out like that. The future chapters will be much longer, I promise. :D
Chapter 1
Violet
Yet another first day at yet another new school. Well, technically, it's the first day of the second semester, my first day at this particular school. Everyone else at Fairfield High School has already been in school for eighteen weeks which means that they've all formed their own social groups full of their cliquey friends. Great.
But there is no use in trying to avoid it. I have to go today, and that's that. Mom calls from downstairs, "Violet, honey, breakfast is ready."
I make sure my hair is up in its usual ponytail, swing my backpack on, and stumble down the stairs, still not used to our new house. Spicy scents of jalapeño and sausage omelets waft from the kitchen, making me smile. Mom always makes my favorite breakfast whenever I've got something big going on. Taking a seat at the bar, I start shuffling through my backpack to make sure I've got everything I need.
"Are you sure you want to start school today, sweetie? Papa and I would understand if you want to homeschool again," Mom suggests casually.
I roll my eyes at her good-naturedly. "I'll be fine. I've done this enough times before. Besides, I'm graduating this year. This is the last year I'll have school, and I want to finally have a normal year of high school."
She sets the plate with my omelet on it in front of me with a clink. "Okay. But if anything happens and you need me to come get you, just text or call me, understand?" She kisses my forehead, making me feel like I'm seven again instead of seventeen. When I nod that I understand, she moves away, and I hear her behind me, digging in her purse for her keys. "I'll be ready to leave whenever you are," she says as she walks out of the kitchen in search of her keys.
The sigh slips out even though I fight it. Mom and Papa are great parents, but they're just a bit…smothering sometimes.
Suddenly, my breakfast tastes like ash, and I can't stand to take another bite. Pulling my backpack onto my shoulders, I call to Mom that I'll be waiting in the car.
The entire ride there, I listen to the radio, nodding to Mom every once in a while so she thinks I hear her babbling about the school. When we get there, I'm thankful that classes have already begun because I have to walk in with Mom—which makes me feel like I'm in kindergarten. We're directed to the administration office where Mom signs papers while I stretch out in an uncomfortable chair and wonder if I'll survive the day.
A sudden flash of pain streaks up from my foot, and I hear someone stumble and curse. Raising my head, I open my mouth to apologize, but the person snaps, "Hey, watch it! What are you, blind or something?"
He walks away, and I lower my head, grumbling, "Yes, I am, idiot."