Ever since the day at the grocery store, they had been tormenting me non-stop. They were bullies duh and I couldn't understand half their insults, but Miguel could. I think my bullies hurt him more than me. Anyway they had dressed up as the three musketeers and were walking to the same house as I was, only slightly slower. I went and there was a bowlfull of candy that had a paper atached that said "Please take one. Gracias!" so I took two, one for me and one for Miguel. But Rick and gang saw this and said "Idiota, podrido huérfano. ¿No puedes leer? Dice tomar uno! ¡Ladrón!" I understood one word, Theif. "Hey I'm no thei-" I was cut off to Miguel yelling at them from the sidewalk. " ¡Idiotas! ella estaba agarrando eso por mí! ¡Ahora sal de aquí antes de que te haga el color del cielo!" They turned to him. Suddenly there was an all out word war. From Idiota to estúpido, to mierda, hijo de puta, matón, and coño. Very fowl language. I grabbed a hand full of candy and threw it at their faces. I grasped my only friend's hand and ran, him in tow. We ran all the way to his house, me in tow, because I'm pretty tired by now. And we walk to his front door it's 7:15 we usually have dinner around 7 so I could smell food from here even with the door closed. "Alright Michaela, stay behind me and I'll introduce you slowly." He whispered to me. "K." I wispered back, i was finally going to meet his family!. He opened the door. "Màmà, Pàpà, Abulita, I'm home." He called out. "Well it's about time you got home." His, father, told him, coming into the mudroom. His mom came in with his grandma holding a pot and large mixing bowl respectively. "Your pretty much just in time for supper so go wash your hands and go sit down at the table." His mom said. "Actually, everyone, I'd like you to meet my friend, Michaela." He stepped to the side, revealing me. I give a half wave and a quiet "Hola."