A/N: Well, I have rediscovered WSS, and it has once again become an obsession…I'm very very fickle… Here's just a quick oneshot to satisfy some random WSS craving from a random Puerto Rican's point of view. There are so many stories from the Jet's point of view, I thought I would switch things up a bit!

Disclaimer: I own the flash drive this story is on. That's it. Wait…I think this might be my brother's flash drive…

'Someone Gets In Our Way, Someone Don't Feel So Well'

An orange fell on my foot as my two large paper bags plummeted to the pavement. The food I bought only minutes ago lay strewn across the dirty city ground. Mama would not be pleased; Papi worked long and hard for that money. My thoughts were on the long lecture my mother would give me, and not on the inconsiderate man that bumped someone as short as I carrying two bags half my size. As I frantically began to salvage the family's fruits and vegetables, a tennis shoed foot stopped the rolling orange I was pursuing. I craned my neck to see a smug looking American and his tough-looking friends. The Jets. I had only heard stories from my brother. They turned out to be more terrifying than he made them out to be. I began to spew out my string of 'lo siento's when the one that held my orange hostage began to talk. I wasn't fluent in English, but I could hear the malice in his voice, and I definitely knew what 'Spic' meant. A shiver went down my spine as the Jet clenched his fists. I suppose it really didn't matter if I was younger than he was; I guess it didn't matter who I was. All I was to him was a 'Spic.' I could feel the shiver go down my spine again as I made eye contact. His brown eyes didn't look much different from my brother's, but they felt different. They felt cold and criticizing rather than warm and welcoming. The Jet took a step forward, and I was abruptly jolted out of my thoughts. I didn't feel so well.

I guess my feet thought for my paralyzed brain, because all I can remember was running as if the Devil himself was chasing me.

~ 1ts

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