AUTHOR'S NOTE: After reading, don't forget to comment! The explanation of characters will be in the next chapter. I know, that should go first but what the heck! Who cares? Oh and I forgot someone else in the cast, Anna Maria Perez de Tagle as Trang.

It was a rainy day in the city of Washington DC. Allie and Chelsea, cousins, just got out of gym. The two of them were cousins and best friends. They were 6th graders in Abraham Lincoln Middle School. Chelsea sighed deeply, after putting on her other shoe. "I wonder why we always have to play dodge ball when its raining. Especially when we're in middle school!" Chelsea exclaimed.

"Must be a law in the International Gym Teacher Society." Allie said, combing her gorgeous black hair once more. Chelsea looked over at Trang Nguyen, a nerdy Vietnamese girl. Who not only happens to be smart in chemistry and math, but is also an aggressive athlete.

"Trang Nguyen is super aggressive! She's like the Selena Perez of dodge ball. She was a Latin legend! While Trang is a middle school legend." Chelsea said. Allie then thought back to the time when Trang literally knocked her, Chelsea and the other girls during dodge ball earlier.

"Well, she didn't use to be that way. I mean, she used to be an math and science honors student. Honor students aren't supposed to be that aggressive." Allie pointed out.

"Its the bra. Its the freakin' bra!" Chelsea said, with envy in her tone. "Ever since she got one, she's become....become a woman! Even without a sweet 16 or a quince or whatever coming-of-age parties they have in Vietnam."

"This reminds me of two bitches we know." Allie said, glancing back at Carmela and Iris. Carmela and Iris were the two bitchiest and most obnoxious girls in the entire school. The girls who wanted to be popular were gathering around them and were complementing them on their hair, their clothes and their purses. Those girls as well, wear bras. "Iris and Carmela wear one and they become popular. Trang gets one and becomes like Mariah Carey." Allie sighed, and imagined how her life would be like if she could wear a bra already. Allie is now in fact growing a rather....well, lets just say 'developed' chest. And so was her cousin, Chelsea. After all, her and Chelsea were half-Mexican. And like her mom always told her, most Mexicans girls tend to mature earlier than American girls. The girls headed for their lockers.

"Its not like Trang needs one. I mean, she's Asian and we're Mexican. We needed one a year before she needed one. Plus you already have your period. So we should both have one." Chelsea pointed out.

"Then why don't we have one?" Allie asked, frustratingly.

"We should have one." Chelsea said.

"You're right. We're nearly 12, it should be a rule." Allie said. Chelsea closed her locker door and faced her cousin.

"Ask your mom to give us a ride after school." Chelsea said.

"No way, ask yours!" Allie exclaimed.

"I can't. She's at one of her music gigs with dad." Chelsea said. Chelsea's dad is a musician, guitarist to be exact. While her mother is a singer in a local Mexican lounge. Even though Chelsea's father is Caucasian, he didn't mind being around Mexican people.

"Well if we'll ask mine she'll go with us. But I don't want to risk the humiliation." Allie said.

"So how about we tell her we're shopping for school supplies." Chelsea suggested.

"Chelsea, you know I suck at lying." Allie said.

"Then I'll lie for you." Chelsea said. After all, she's always been good at lying. "She can just drop us off. And when we're finished, we'll just call her up again."

"I guess that could work." Allie said, while walking off to their next class, which was boring old Math.