A/N: Yeah, sucky name, I know. But it'll end up making sense... I think. I'm only on chapter 3 right now, kind of like Suddenly A Ringtail, except that one has 6 as of right now. Anyway, this first chapter is like a Diary Entry. The rest will be more action based, less ranty.
Life has gone by so fast these last few years. You'd think it was because of all the pranks I've probably pulled with Manny, but that's not the case at all.
In fact, Manny and I aren't even friends anymore!
I bet you can guess how happy that made my Papi. He's been trying so hard to get me to make new friends, but I really don't like anybody else in this school enough to do more than talk to them for a little while.
Geez, I'm only a Sophomore, and I just can't wait for Graduation Day. That should tell you something, right there. Usually I'd be looking forward to all the pranking opportunities and all the trouble I could get into, but without Manny, none of it's fun anymore.
Django has tried to find out what happened, and so has Chipotle, and even Puma Loco wants to know.
And I'll come right out and say it—Manny's dating her. He's dating that evil little puta Zoe Avez! He knows we hate each other and that he can't be friends with both of us. It's a fact both of us tried to drill into his head our whole childhood.
Thing is, though, she doesn't even gloat about it. She just holds his hand and looks smug, like she knows that that alone is enough to piss me off.
But let's get away from that subject before I start setting stuff on fire.
The reason everything is going so fast, well, I'm not sure what it is. Maybe it's just how much I hate Zoe for stealing Manny - but that's probably not the case. I just can't figure it out.
Then again, it could be this calling I hear every night. It's this quiet voice murmuring my name every time I start to doze off. It annoyed me at first, but now it's just a part of falling asleep at night.
Recently it's been getting louder and a little bit more urgent. I'm getting tempted to ask Django about it, he might know what it is. But more overpowering is this feeling that I shouldn't tell anyone about it. I guess that's why I'm writing this.
Well, anyway I guess I'll go to bed now.
Frida Suárez, out!