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She fiercely ran across the lot, hurling her pink and blue backpack over a red sofa, the only furniture on
the lot, which was across the street from Tres Hermanos taco shop, her favorite Sunday place.
“ARRRRRHHHH!!” She screamed.
Bolting over the sofa with every ounce of energy she could find; wedging her cheese filled
stomach between the sofa and the wall, her red design book spilling out in front of the sofa, her latest
eight pages of dress designs and pink fabric samples from her grandmother in plain view.
“OH NO,” she exclaimed. “They’re coming!”
Elena did not know what was worse, the sting of those black balloons on her face or the venom
filled laughter from Ana, Tomas and Gabriela in front of her classmates.
At least no one would see her now.
“Why are their hearts filled with so much hatred for me?” Elena would cry to her grandmother
Alma, or Abuelita – as she was known. Each time she cried, Abuelita would hug Elena until she stopped
crying. The last five years in La Academia had been a moment by moment test of survival while she lived
with her grandma in Guadalajara, Mexico.
The sound of six thundering hooves, rounding in her direction, fast approaching her. Tomas, Ana
and Gabriela – crazed – are closing in on her.
“WANT ANOTHER BLACK BALL SANDWICH?” yelled Tomas, looking up and down
Donato Street.
“OR TWO OR THREE?” screamed Ana.
“We’re ready for ya!” said Graciela, as she ran onto the lot, ferociously advancing her quest to
petrify Elena.
Holding her breath, Elena crawled further in, ripping a hole in her dress, scrapping her knees on
the concrete in darkness, reaching the far end of the sofa. Her heart pounding, she quickly reached out to
recover all eight pages of dress designs and slide a bit further, hitting her head on the wall, just out of
sight of them.