Escrita por: Laeji
"Harley!" Dad shook my shoulder,"wake up before a cihuateteo comes for you."
"okay,"I laughed." I'll kill it."
"what if two of them come for you?" dad challenged.
"I will snap their sketal bodies," I continued.
"What if they are wearing suits of armor?"
"what if they gave birth during battle and got killed?" He retorted.
I turned to face him. "They wouldn't have gone to battle in the first place if they were expectant," I said.
"Good point," he replied.
I secretly enjoyed besting dad at his own game. For as long as I could remember, he would wake up and threaten me with some silly Azteca muth(when he was home anyway). I have never taken him seriously but he actually believed in them. Today, he had picked the cihuateteo who were the spirits of women who had died while giving birth. Supposedly, they stole lazy children. Wack!
My father is a short, middle aged guy with short, dark hair. He had an Adolf Hitler - style mustache. He was a perfect dad except for the fact that he was one of Mexico's most wanted drug dealers. Beat dad right? I kicked off my covers to welcome yet another bad school day. I sat up and looked at my messy room. Light filtered through the thin, blue curtains at the far wall of my room.
Dad stood up from my bed. "Get ready for school. No whining Harley."
He had heard enough of that..... unfortunately. I took a quick shower and went for breakfast. Dad was just finishing his when I came in.
"If you are going to be a drug dealer -" he started.
"No!" I cut him. "I won't be."
"Am just saying bright clothes are not good for the business and you might want to reconsider that decision. It is quite a lucrative.......venture.
Before I could shoot him down somebody knocked on the door. It was Tim;my gorgeous friend who lived at the end of the cul - de - sac. We had known each other for two months now after he moved in with his grandparents.
"Hello Mr. Arvin."
"Harley?" he asked.
I didn't realize I was staring. "Uh........hey Tim," I stuttered.
"You ready for school?"
Tim was the main reason I actually managed to go to school. There, I said it. He was so annoyingly attractive. He was burly and slightly taller than me. Damn his sweep of blonde hair. Sadly, most people assumed he was my cousin who had just moved in. The school parking lot was full of normal people doing normal things: wedgies, fights, gossip et cetera but the spotlight was on Carly. She was the only person who seemed to have a bright future in music and she loved rubbed it on other people's faces. She wore a shiny golden dress that screamed overkill. You know how girls love to move in packs....