hi, it's epicgazy, or valeria. Another fanfic? yes, one i plan on being good at in. okay, so yes, in some parts of mexico it is like this, how it takes place in the story. here is some translation for you guys. 1."que"- what 2."si es moy hermosa" -it is very beautiful. 3."hermana" sister (shes not his sister in the story but he just calls her that) 4. manzanita is a apple soda. 5."que pasa" - whats wrong. 6. pesos is mexican money. okay, so enjoy! ~epicgazy
It was 12 pm, a small gust of wind was flowing threw the trees, and the moon clashed with the stars in a perfect two. A mix of Mariachi music and spanish pop was roaming threw the streets, along with laughing teens, and chatty adults. There was a party going on, in the streets of a small town, southeast of Mexico. A girl named Maria Rodriguez, was dancing with her friends on the rock road. Her friends all loved her dearly, she was really popular in the tiny town, everyone loved her. She was helpful, nice, social, and beautiful. She never let anyone down, she would get her chores done on time. She even cooked for a party of 56 once. "Maria! Hey maria!" a boy's voice called out to her. It was Antonio, he was sitting in the doorway of his friends house. His friends were sitting on the couch inside, watching tv. (In mexico, the houses that are smaller, usually have a big entrance, and you could see right into the house, and just walk in when you feel like visiting that person.) "Que Antonio?" maria said, as she stopped dancing, and walked over to him. "You dance good maria, here sit." he scooted over, and looked out to the dancing people. "Thanks." she said smiling a bit. "Isn't it just so nice.." antonio said still looking out. "Que?" she asked, with a questioned look on her face. "How everyone is so happy.. And dancing their life away. It's a beautiful site..." he said sighing. "What watching them shaking their asses?" she said laughing. "No! Aye Maria.." he said, pushing her softly. she stopped laughing and nodded. "Yeah, si es moy hermosa.." she said as she scratched her head softly, her fingers went threw her dark wavy hair. "Do you want something to drink hermana? Antonio said as he stood up. "Si, a manzanita." she said looking up at him. He nodded and went to the small refrigerator. "Here." antonio said as he sat back down, well giving her the soda. "How's your bro doin maria?" antonio said as he looked at her. "He's as white as ever." she laughed a bit before drinking some of her manzanita. "Haha that's good to hear. Maria then kinda sniffled. "Que pasa Hermana?" antonio said, noticing her eyes, they were getting teary. "Antonio.. I.. I" she was choking on her words, and the guys in the house started to get nosey and ask what was wrong. "Antonio, I have to leave mexico." she wiped her eyes and antonio hugged her. "Where Maria?" he lifted her chin and wiped off some tears streaking from her cheeks. "I'm going to France Antonio.."
It has been three weeks since maria has told antonio where she was going. She was currently in a plane, taking her straight to Paris, France. It took her a lot of time to get this type of money. All of her pesos went into this. Now she is finally going. Her father said she had to go, because she was forced into a marriage, with this french man named France, but the problem was that she didn't know him, and she already loved another man. She loved Antonio, her Spaniard Dulce. After many hours of thinking and rubbing her butt from sitting for so long, she finally made it to Paris. "Bon jor, and welcome to Paris, France!" it said on a banner, in front of the exit. She got her luggage and looked around. She stood out so much. She was tan, with long wavy black hair. Her clothing was a lot more plain from the people around her. She wore a t-shirt, shorts, and some converse. She looked around for a man that would be looking for her. All she saw was a crowd of squirming people. But then she saw a man, with short blonde hair, a stubble and blue eyes pop out of the crowd. He had a bouquet of roses and he was shouting Maria in a heavy french accent. "Maria! L'amour! Come over here please!" he called her over, and she assumed it was her new groom. "Hola.. Uh are you-" she was cut off as he nodded and made a sassy face. "Yes I am frances, your new love." he said as he held her hand and kissed it. She blushed and snatched her hand away. "Ey, why are you kissing my hand?" she snapped and he widened his eyes. "Lets just go now, l'amour." e said as he gave her the bouquet and carried her luggage to the car.