Hey guys!

Okay, so here we are focusing on a new character...Katrina! She IS mexican so there IS spanish in this chapter. So if ya need a translation, feel free to just ask!

And I apologize for the shortness of the chapter...there are certain things that make people want to stop writing or give them writer's block...*cough cough* And thanks to Ruff for beta-reading! And I know..."The rest of the review is the beta"...I know. ;)

I don't own the totally awesome movie!

Churros

Meanwhile in Mexico....

"¡Oyen, Me voy ahora! Okay! ¡I'm leaving, mama!"

"¡Espera! Necesito una foto, niña. Relax, Katrina. No vas a jerga hasta el 17 de abril. You have time."

Katrina rolled her eyes and couldn't help but smile at her busy mother. Her mother opened each drawer that caught her eye, but each one held no camera. Instead, small knick-knacks, watches, flashlights and small packages of spices were all that made up the drawers. Her mother was a gray wolf. Her fur had aged along with her, but her spirit was one of a seventeen year-old girl. She was never too strict, but never too easy either.

Katrina's eyes caught the clock that hung on the wall, and her eyes widened. "Mama…"

"No ahora, Katrina. I still need the camera…"

"Mama! I have to go; the plane's going to leave any second!"

Immediately her mother stopped her rushed searching and checked the clock. It was ten to two. She sighed and pulled the keys out of her pocket. She tossed them to Katrina, who almost tripped in an attempt for catching them. "Aye…solo por ti, Okay? Only for you. Ven, let's get in the car. ¡Vamos! ¡Vamos!"

Katrina grabbed the medium-sized backpack that sat on counter. She quickly slapped on her favorite cap with a sown picture of churros. She ran towards the door and pushed it open, accidently breaking one of her mother's lawn gnomes.

"What was that Katrina?"

She relied on instinct, and kicked the big pieces of the pottery item behind a small ant hill that grew near her door entry. "Uh…nada!" She stepped back, almost slipping on the object's nose piece, at a very wrong time...

Her popped her head out and looked around. "I thought I heard something…?"

"Uh…" she kicked the nose piece away, making it suddenly hit another piece of the broken gnome where ants were inspecting it. "That was just the uh…" she slightly turned her head and saw a group of ants carrying the nose. She began to giggle subsequently, "Look…it's a walking nose."

Her laughter died down, and she bit her lip. "Is that my—"

"Mama! Look, I only have four minutes to get to the airport! Vamos, I'm going to be late!"

Her mother had no time to respond, for she swooped away from where she stood and found herself in front of the wheel. She involuntary took the keys and faster than you can say "Perdón Pido Pito porque pico poco", they were on the road towards the airport. Too fast to catch the last sights of Mexico, and too preoccupied with worry, Katrina munched on her churro, the one that her mother had made especially for the trip.

It didn't take long for them to arrive. She jumped out the car, stuffed the rest of the churro in her mouth and raced towards the line to the airplane. Her mother followed close behind, capturing the attention of many other waiting passengers and passerby's. As she got closer to the line that went to her plane, she could see people waiting for the same one. Yes! I'm not late!

She slowed down when she reached the line and caught her breath. She felt a hand on her shoulder and saw that her mother had caught up with her. She smiled and laughed lightly. "La edad no te quita el espirito, eh?"

"No, nana…just because I'm old doesn't mean I can't catch up to ya, now…whoo!" She placed a hand on her heart and breathed out again. "Mira, feel my heart." She took Katrina's hand and placed it on her chest, where she felt a heart beat as fast as she imagined a hummingbird's to beat.

"Wow…"

"Si…aye. I need a rest." She placed her hands on her knees and struggled to catch her lost breath.

Katrina looked ahead of her, and saw that her line had suddenly begun to move pretty quickly. She sighed and faced her mother. "Ma?"

"Yeah?"

Katrina flickered her tail, and a frown graced her lips. "I gotta go…" a small glimpse of sadness could be seen in her mother's eyes. She hugged her in a tight embrace and whispered, "I love you, ma…"

"Te quiero también, mi Corazón…" She kissed her cheeks and smiled, looking at her with a gleam in her eye. Patting her cheek, she said, "Now go and show them why you were named Hurricane Katrina."

She smiled and kissed her mother's cheek. "Thanks ma."

She turned around and followed the desending line, leaving into the plane and leaving her mother alone…in Mexico. Her mother's smile faded at the thought of her daughter being without her…in China…

My daughter…mi Corazón…alone…fighting…with men…in China! ¿¡Pero estoy loca!?

She mentally punched herself in the face. I must be if I'm letting her do that…!

Oh...don't cha just love churros! They are one of my faves! So sugary and yummy...

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