Disclaimer: Nothing in this fic is mine.
It was a Friday night in Ocean Shores. Sandy Rodriguez was on her way into the kitchen to cook dinner for her family. She spotted a manila envelope lying on the floor of the fireplace. Curiously, she fished it out. With one of her long red nails, she slit the envelope open. She read a few lines of the paper within it and felt color rising in her face. She threw her head back and bellowed, "LARS FELIX RODRIGUEZ!" Lars ambled into the living room with his hands pressed over his ears.
"I'm right here, Ma. You don't have to yell." he griped.
"What this?" questioned Sandy, holding the paper an inch or so from her older son's face.
Lars gulped. The paper was his report card, which happened to contain a failing Spanish grade. In this family, that was the worst subject to get a bad grade in. Raoul and Sandy were very proud of their Hispanic heritage.
"Um..." he said, nervously pulling at the collar of his oversize hockey shirt.
"You got another F in Spanish," raged Sandy. "You swore to me you would pick that grade up."
"I know some Spanish," Lars protested.
"Oh, like how to insult people?" Sandy was extremely frustrated with him by now. "Just--just go to your room and don't come out until I say so."
Halfway up the stairs, Lars froze. He heard the telltale whirring and clicking of the scanner. There was little doubt in his mind that his mother was e-mailing the horrific Spanish grade to all their relatives.
A/N: That's chapter one. I'll try to write one like every other day. Reviews much appreciated.