Rain was pelting my view of anything outside….
I was sitting near a window on the plane, 'Miracle City' read the pamphlet: 'A wonderful place to be…'
It was hard to believe since the cover was a volcano exploding; and you could see if you looked closely that there was a burglar in the background.
I smiled a bit when I read the fine print at the bottom, 'We are not responsible for any injuries, attacks, deaths, etc. whatsoever. Have a nice visit!'
I was visiting my cousin, Manny Rivera. Or rather to look at the situation in another light: moving in with him. He was 13 I think Uncle Rodolfo said, 'Good.' I thought, 'I'm 13 also.'
"Attention all passengers: We're landing soon in 5 minutes. Please fasten your seatbelts. Thank you and have a nice day." The Pilot said over the radio transmitter.
I sighed, pulling my bag closer before pulling the seatbelt over me. My bag was the one thing I loved besides family; it was my traveling bag through a lot of experiences with. But right now it was my possession bag. Holding all my prized possessions: such as knick knacks and things. It was an Old worn black medium sized shoulder bag with worn out letters that spelt out my name with soccer balls all over them. My Granma gave me this before she passed away as a present since my birthday was only but 2 months away when she died that night nearly 5 years ago.
The whole plane was bouncing up and down as we were about to land. I took a deep breath looking out the window one last time, it was dark. I exhaled as I closed it, 'time to meet the family…'
Manny's POV
"Who are we meeting again?" I said putting on a sheepish smile as I woke up from my daydream. My dad was staring at me again like he does before when he finds out I'm not listening. I threw on a bigger Smile. He sighed,
"Mi'jo we are meeting your cousin, she's all the way out from Canada so I need you to look after her for awhile." He explained, I closed one of my eyes halfway and tilted my head to the left in confusion,
"What is she, like… 6 or something?" My dad glared at me,
"Mi'jo she's 13, she doesn't know what everything is like down in Mexico and I need you to help her out so she can settle in. That means you will be hanging out with her more often." I looked down,
"Oh…Ok dad." 'Great…wonder what she's like since I'm going to have to hang out with her…'
"Oh here she comes right now! Mi'jo remember: Be nice!" I waved him off,
"Ya yea ok…"
My eyes widen as I looked over to a girl with light brown hair, dark brown eyes and purple eyeshadow with identical blush that popped out on her pale skin. She was wearing a black shirt that showed her belly and shoulders, a skirt that was also black and was almost the same type as Frida's, and a pair of black and White boots that matched the bow in her hair.
She smiled when she looked at my dad, "Uncle!" she said as she ran up to him,
"Annie!" She laughed as she let go,
"Glad to see you again, it's been a long plane ride… I've been on there since morning!" My dad laughed afterwards and motioned over to me, I noticed she had an accent.
"Annie, this is my son Manny, your cousin. Mi'jo this is your cousin, Annie Polley." Annie put her had out towards me,
"Nice to meet you Manny, Call me Amie!" She smiled when I took her hand and shook,
"Nice to meet you too, Amie!" I smiled as she laughed, it was one of those laughs you can't help but laugh your self, and my smile grew.
My dad cleared his throat, "Well Annie we have a big day tomorrow! Manny has soccer practice and you have a whole city to explore after that! Let's go home so you kids can get to bed!" I nodded; Annie picked up her bag and followed us.
Annie's POV
I sat in the bleachers with my great Uncle, better known as Grandpapi to me because he reminded me of my Grandpa back at home; he let me call him that if he can call me Amie since I only let my friends call me that.
"Miracle City Jr. Matadors! We hit this season as a finer team ever before!" Uncle Rodolfo began his speech.
"Hopefully they are." Grandpapi said getting ready to watch the match.
"You have Strength! You have speed! And most importantly, You Have HONOR!" Manny beamed at the last part about Honor at his father,
"Now go out there, and play like the true champions you are!" Uncle motioned towards the field,
The Jr. Matadors all beamed as they began to cheer chanting their name as they went out to play!
After the game
I cringed as they came back nearly beaten up by the other team in the game, I couldn't help but muster up an ounce of sympathy with a smile to my cousin Manny.
"REFEREE! That team is not Middle school age!" Shouted Uncle Rodolfo at the referee.
I looked over at the other team as he said that, and I couldn't believe my eyes! Some had nearly beards on that team for goodness sakes! I looked over to see what the team was doing now as Grandpapi grieved: Manny was trying to talk his father into thinking about cheating this year I think I heard. I turned to Grandpapi as he grunted in sadness. I could see what was coming up now, a 'back in my day story'…
"What has become of my Matador's? When I played… we beated every team in the league!" He said pointing at me; we heard some laughing in the shady part of the bleachers. I was the first to turn,
I gasped a little to see a Zombie not to far from me. 'This city is pretty strange' I thought to myself.
He had pale blue skin and black hair; he wore an Old red general's outfit with cap Badges and all. He added a frightening look with his scars all over his face along with Yellow cornea's and red irises.
"Not every team…" The man said in a menacing tone.
Grandpapi nearly flew around to look at him, "Oi! General Chapuza!" He said pointing his #1 finger glove at him,
"You Old nemesis you!" General Chapuza laughed again,
"Your Miracle City Matador's, have never beaten my Calavera Zombies…" He said in a mocking voice, he was putting together someone else it seemed as he was saying this. "And this year will be no different…"
"Especially with me, coaching a team led by… my grandson… Che..." He said motioning to a Zombie boy that looked my age he just got done putting together…
Che popped open his eyes at the ring of his name, He had a resemblance with his Grandfather in which they had the same eyes… he wore a soccer outfit and had dark cherry brown hair that was in a disarray of messes on his head, he looked at me then smiled. His teeth were jagged and yellow… and the both of them, grandson and grandfather, smelled faintly of rotting flesh and death.
I looked at him, chills sent down my spine as he looked at me. I weren't fond of dead things; they scared me most of the time no matter how fascinated I might be of them. He continued smiling a toothy grin then turned sideways to look at his grandfather,
"Grandfather…" His voice was chilling and sounded of a broken record playing,
"When will we torment and destroy the Matador's?"
Now there is one thing I hate more than anything besides Arrogance, Cockiness… I hate cockiness when they are serious about it! When it's playful it's over-confidence, but I absolutely positively contrary to the belief that people actually admire it… HATE it…
I glared at him silently as he looked fully towards his grandfather as he began to say,
"Soon my grandson… Soon…" He said as he began to pat che's mess of a hair. I looked away picking my bag up-opening it-then looking through it trying to busy myself. They both then started to walk down the bleachers laughing in their own bone-chilling way.
"This year the Matador's will beat the Zombies… THIS I SWEAR!" Grandpapi's voice trailed off in my mind as I looked back up.
I could've sworn I seen Che looking at me just now… looking at me with determination that scared me…
Scared me….