And so it begins;; {open/hoss}

[donte4]

IGNACIO LUZ PORFIRIO
SOME SURVIVE TO LIVE WELL, SOME HARDLY LIVE TO SURVIVE

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It was 8am, an hour before school even started, but the doors were open and already entering the building was a young Mexican boy. His clothes were old, but the had his best ones on, most people would only be seen in them on a rough or scruffy day. But these were actually the Mexican's best, Sunday clothes. He had his best shoes on too, no socks. He hardly ever wore his shoes, only while he was working or riding or on occasions like these. Such as school or church. This, was his first time in a school, especially one as big as this. He had attended school for a few years and even then he wasn't allowed inside. The white children were allowed the luxury to go inside, all other races had to sit outside, the window propped open and they had to listen in. Not watch. He recalled there had been a group of five sitting outside, including him. Then there were four the next day and by the following week he was the only one remaining outside the window of the classroom. He was determined to learn something, even if half of the words were a jumble of the English language he didn't speak. Though that had helped in some way, he had learnt a couple of words and what they meant. Some, and rather hurriedly. He didn't know what to expect here, he wasn't too fussed about making friends, he had gone through life without any. But he did feel rather lonely without his brother. He was used to having one human companion at least. And now it was himself, his dog and his horse. As one big happy family, or not so happy.



He had left his dog at the farm, where his horse also was, happily sharing a stable together. Ignacio himself had just come from the park, not from an early morning run but from sleeping rough under one of the benches. That's right as well as being starving poor, he was homeless too. Well what did you expect, if he could hardly afford a loaf of bread every week, how was he going to afford paying for an apartment. He had the idea now though, to sleep in one of the sheds in the dumping grounds. True it was on piles of dirt and it stunk like heck, but it was warmer than the streets and way, way safer. Last night he had been harassed by some drunkards as they passed through the park on their drunken way home. They obviously had a taste for the game 'Beat the Homeless Mexican Boy'. It was safe to say he'd slept sore that night. They'd pushed him around a bit, but nothing too bad. The thing he dreaded most was that they'd be here at school. They were only young after all. Maybe 18. And still young enough to go to school. Already he could feel his hands sweating. This was gunna be one tough day. He dreaded it, but was also kind of looking forward to it at the same time. He wanted so badly to learn something new. And so quickly he slipped inside the doors of the school, making his way down the corridors. Immediately he was lost. It was such a big place, and he needed to find the gym as he knew there were showers in there. He saw signs attached to the walls, arrows pointing in opposite directions. There were words above each arrow but it was hard to work out what the words meant. Soon he found one he knew. Gym. He only knew it because it was such a short word, quickly he followed the sign past a few more lockers and into what must have been the changing rooms.



Luckily the door signs were pretty universal, a man and a woman silhouette . He pushed through the door with the man on the front of it, making his way inside. He saw the wet rooms straight away and tore off his clothes, leaving them on the benches outside. From his trusty backpack he pulled out a dirty old towel, which would probably get him dirty when he tried to dry himself with it. He didn't care, at least he was getting a shower. He stepped inside, pushing the little metal button towards the wall, cold water spurted out form the shower head. It sent a shock through Ignacio, his veins chilling to the coldness of the water. But it didn't bother him, in the corner of the wet room he spotted some shower gel obviously left over from last term. He dashed over and grabbed the bottle, squirting out every last drop he possibly could. Then he rubbed it over his body, wow he hadn't had a good clean like this for ages. The frothy substance soon washed off and left him smelling a lot fresher. He wrapped his towel around himself, quickly dried and got dressed into his clothes. Sliding his shoes on he dashed out of the changing rooms, straight into a teacher. The head teacher.



At least his hair never took long to dry, ridding any evidence that he'd taken a shower on the schools behalf. She smiled at him. "You must be, Ignacio Porfirio yes?" She asked him sweetly. He nodded in reply at his name, not sure of what she had said before that. He didn't correct her on the pronunciation either, it wouldn't matter, if today went as badly as he thought he might not come back. She took him by the shoulders and steered him in front of her, walking down the corridor where they had just come from. "Now I'll show you where your first class will be ok?" Ignacio stayed silent, what the hell had she said? This was going to be tougher than before, but at least she was being kind. She left him standing by a classroom, the halls empty. Then the bell rang. His attention turned to the entrance doors down the hall way. Hundreds of kids started pouring in.Many went to lockers, some others continued on towards him. Those that saw him gave him a weird look, or a snotty one. All the rest simply ignored he was even there, casually bumping into him without apologizing for it. Ignacio pushed himself up against the wall more. Not wanting to be touched or even acknowledged. And he got his wish, no one greeted him and within minutes another bell sounded and soon the hallway was empty again and kids started filing into the classroom that he had been stood next to. The teacher was holding open the door, about to close it when he noticed Ignacio. "Are you going in or what?" The only reason he went inside was because of his arm gesture. As soon as he entered the room he felt a dozen eyes on him, he made his way to the free seat right at the back of the class room. He slipped himself into the seat and put his bag next to him. He was glad they were all individual desks.



Then the teacher started droning on and then proceeded to hand out two books, one with loads of plain paper and lines, one with lots and lots of writing. He was obviously unaware that Ignacio was not following any of this. He stared at the text book and then back at the man. Who's name he now knew as Mr.Holmes. He took out the pencil in his pocket and wrote his name on the front of the book and then he was stuck, now he really didn't know what to do. He wanted to contact Blaise to come and translate for him but he knew he couldn't do that. Maybe he wouldn't come back, this was way harder than expected. At least when he had gone to the racist school they had the racist knowledge to insult him in his own tongue. Here nothing was said in Spanish, maybe he'd like Spanish class?



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notes;; aw poor ignacio is confused!

[alexandrea]

It was almost nine, and Alex was running, heavy backpack weighing on her shoulders like bricks, and books in hand as she sprinted down the hallway. She grabbed the door and flung it open, dashing into the classroom as the bell rang. The teacher looked up, and shook his head at her as she entered, but did not say anything. Yeah, Alex was almost always late, it was a miracle that she was here on time today. Breathing heavily, and getting a few giggles from other classmates, Alex, felling herself reddening (but it was okay, because she was already read from running, so nobody would notice) she sat down in her desk and organized herself as quickly as possible. What a great day to be late. Her first day. The teacher didn't even acknowledge that she was new either.

As she was organizing her books, and pulling out her Chemistry, he handed out their books. She took a quick glance at them, and then, cast a sideways glance at her desk mates. One was a girl with long, dark brown hair, and the other was a Hispanic boy. She did a double take. He looked oddly familiar, and then, it came to her: he was the boy she had seen around the barn, the one who never said anything because he didn't speak English. Poor kid. This class must be hell for him. As the teacher started, he told them all to start taking notes, and Alex noticed the boy write the teachers name on his book. But then she was distracted by the wonderful world of Chemistry unfolding in front of her.

After a few minutes, Alex cast a sideways glance at the boy again. He had not written anything on his paper. He seemed a little rugged; he was wearing old, musty cloths, and smelled a little funny. Alex almost wrinkled her nose at the smell, but did not wish to be rude. The boy was sitting at his desk, staring at the teacher with a blank expression on his face, clearly not understanding a word of what he was saying. Then, Alex decided to help him. She didn't know Spanish, but she knew how to help him out. She grabbed her notebook and tapped him on the shoulder, then, with her pencil, she tapped her notes and then pointed at the board.

"We're taking notes," she said slowly and quietly. She wasn't trying to be rude, she just wanted to help him understand. She didn't want him to get behind. It had happened to her quite often, and it was a drag to be constantly scrambling to get work done. However, before she could get an answer, she heard the teachers voice. "Excuse me, miss..." he paused, looking at his notes. "Miss Fox, but I believe I am the one who is supposed to be speaking, not you." he said smoothly. Biting her lip, she managed a small smile at the boy, and turned back to her own notes again. She hoped the boy had figured out what she had showed him. She had never really thought of him before, but now she was sitting right next to him. And they went to the same barn. Heck, she was sure he was a smart kid, maybe he could help her with homework in the future. Alex rolled her eyes at herself. He's going to have to learn English first.

muse; good
notes; lol, luv her

[donte4]

IGNACIO LUZ PORFIRIO
I WAS BORN IN A LITTLE TOWN BY A RIVER, AND LIKE THAT RIVER I'VE BEEN RUNNING EVER SINCE

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Ignacio looked up as a girl entered the room. She looked pretty flustered as she made her way to the seat next to him. He kept his eyes on her as she sat don, intrigued as to why she was so red in the face. Then his eyes scanned the class room as most of the students murmured words and giggled amongst themselves. Ignacio didn't join in, he didn't understand what was so funny, he knew no words had been spoken. So it couldn't be anything that he wasn't able to understand. Just the ridiculous humour of these Americans. They really did have bad humour. He looked back to the girl who was sorting out the books from her bag and putting them onto her desk. She looked like she knew what she was doing, yet she looked like she fitted in. Nobody acknowledged her exactly, unless you count the laughing. He scanned over her blondish, brown hair and then looked back to the teacher.



He really had no concept of what he was saying. His words made no sense to him, plus he talked way to fast to even allow him to catch any words he might know. Damn, why couldn't he be in Spanish class right about now? He'd whizz through that. He didn't even know what this class was, so in stead he looked down at his book. As if he was doing some work. His fingers traced over the paper of his book, unsure of what to do. He felt the girl beside him looking at him but he didn't look up. He got the feeling that if she was looking at him, she was looking down at him. He felt uncomfortable and shifted in his seat and pulled at his shirt collar. He was wearing a red polo top, his old, yet trusty leather jacket. e wore faded jeans, yet they were one of the nicest pairs he had. He was also wearing his best shoes, they were black and pretty damn old fashioned, like the rest of his bag-drobe, yet they were better than no shoes or his cowboy boots. He looked up and around the classroom, comparing himself to the rest in the class. Most of the boys were wearing much more fashionable tops, with designer labels written across them and jeans. Their hair also was slicked in all different styles. Ignacio's was short, no gel had ever touched it and he was lucky he wasn't crawling with nits. But it was dusty, which made it dull. The girls in his class were pretty. And he noticed, there were no other Mexicans.



He felt a tap on his shoulder and he looked around. The girl was looking at him, he looked at where she tapped next with her pencil. She tapped her page, and Ignacio studied it for a while. She had written about half a page already, where he had nothing down. Then she pointed towards the board for some reason, he followed her gaze and studied the board. It was full of words he didn't understand, but of letters that he could copy down. At least the English didn't have a different alphabet. Although he couldn't be sure of how good his writing was. He was pretty illiterate, as well as being Spanish. Then the girl spoke to him, in a whisper. He strained to hear her, and even if he had heard he better he still wouldn't understand. But her voice was kind and obviously trying to help. He was about to say something back, when the teacher addressed the girl He didn't seem to pleased and she soon retreated. He looked to the teacher and back to the girl. He smiled at her and turned back to his work, attempting to work through. He copied some of the notes from the board, slowly but surely he got a little bit down. He didn't understand it but he could learn it later. The time was ticking by, and it was safe to say, Ignacio was struggling. Then the teacher clapped his hands together, suddenly grabbing Ignacio's attention. Children rose from their seats as the bell rang, they grabbed their bags and started filing out of the room. Ignacio remained seated unsure of what to do. His hand reached his books and he put them into his bag. Where was everybody going? He looked to the girl beside him, wondering if she knew what was going on.




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notes;; gah so short! but aw bless him and her xD

[alexandrea]

As the class went on, Alex was glad to see that he had understood her message. She worked for the rest of the class, and then, as the bell rang, she gathered up her stuff. She noticed that the boy was still sitting there, watching here, his eyes were asking her what to do next. Why hadn't anybody taken the time to show this poor kid around? Show him where his classes were? Of course not. Alex sighed and glared at the teacher, then, she motioned for the boy to follow her. "Come on," she said. "You can tag along with me for the rest of the day." She got to her feet and threw her backpack over her shoulder with a bit of a grunt; damn, her books were heavy.

She was noticeably irritated. She stalked across the room, and out into the hallway waiting for the boy. She wasn't upset with him, it was the people here that upset her. The kid seemed like he was in rough shape. All his cloths seemed as though they had definitely seen better days, and he had very old shoes as well. Alex wondered if they were his only pair. She didn't have any idea what his schedule was, but since nobody seemed to care, she decided that he now had hers. Nobody else seemed up to helping him out. Oh, what a happy, welcoming school this is. Alex thought irritably. She was new and was showing another new kid around. Very fitting.

Alex had always been remarkably outgoing. She could walk right up to anybody and just start talking. This often ended with her embarrassing herself, but she thought it was much better than being surly and quiet. At least, in her opinion it was. She walked down the hall at a fairly even pace, so she didn't leave the boy in the dirt, and looked at her schedule. Spanish. Fantastic. Alex hated Spanish. But hey, maybe she could talk to this boy. After all, the both rode horses at the same barn. She smiled. The thought made the class sound that much more bearable. Alex finally reached the correct classroom, and walked inside, looking around. It looked like every other language room she had seen, with maps, and a few flags, and picture of national monuments and such. The teacher; a woman, looked over at her and smiled. She seemed friendly. Maybe she could help the boy figure out what he was doing.

muse; pretty good
notes; lol they are so funny

[donte4]

IGNACIO LUZ PORFIRIO
I WAS BORN IN A LITTLE TOWN BY A RIVER, AND LIKE THAT RIVER I'VE BEEN RUNNING EVER SINCE

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He watched her gather up her own books and then motion for him to follow her. Shortly accompanied with some English words, which again she said to quickly for him to recognise any of them. Although he got the message. He got to his feet, his mangled right hand swept down to pick up his bag, swinging it over his shoulders and following her out the door. His right hand wasn't that useful, it could do basic tasks and he'd got enough nerves back in it to partially close his hand. But that was why his left hand was his main hand. He wrote with it, he rode with it, he did pretty much everything else with it. But any tasks his right hand could handle, he would do them. Sometimes he'd be faced with something that he though his right hand would be up to, but he'd most likely be proved wrong. The item maybe slipping through his hand or it not being balanced enough. Especially as he also only had four fingers on that hand, all of which were pretty messed up anyway. It was remarkable that he found a way to use it. He had another little crippled part of his body too. Which she'd surely notice soon



He stood up and followed her down the class room, smiling at the teacher as they exited. Not that he even looked up to see, or not that he cared. He looked back to the girl as she stalked off. She seemed annoyed. Was it with him? He was pretty sure it was. After all who wants to be stuck with the poor Mexican kid? Nobody. Especially as he was funny looking and was so out of date that he hardly fitted in to this town he'd stumbled across. It was funny, back in his home town, the clothes he was wearing would probably be some of the best out there, but here. It was a lot different. The girl turned down the hall and he jogged to keep up with her, his limp becoming more obvious. It was an old ankle dislocation which had obviously never been seen to, and so, never got fixed properly. It didn't bother him though. Just as the rest of his life didn't bother him. He fell in to step beside her, realising she had slowed down."Ignacio. You?" He held his hand out, introducing himself, hoping she got the point. He could speak some simple English. Although his accent was strong and the word hard to crack correctly. Ignacio looked at her and smiled shyly. He wasn't the social butterfly that a boy should be.




They took a left and entered another class room. His eyes lit up at the class, maps of Spain decorated the room. Verbs and Adjectives on posters hung beside them. Words that he could actually understand. He seated himself beside his new friend, looking around the room happily. He was pretty sure he was in Spanish class. The teacher smiled at Alex and then her eyes fell over Ignacio. She raised an eyebrow and made her way over to the table, resting her hands on his desk. "¿Hola sir joven, usted sabe español ya?" She said to him, smiling. Ignacio smiled back, pleased that someone knew his language. "Sí, falta hago. Y para ser honesto, no sé inglés. Pero mi amigo, me está ayudando mucho tan. Gracias señora." He replied, fluently, looking to the girl by his side. The teacher smiled and looked to her. "Well, he speaks kindly of you Mrs Fox." She smiled and turned and strolled back to the front of the class room and waited for the rest of the class to arrive and sit down. Ignacio meanwhile looked to the girl beside him. He smiled and looked back down, to his table, twiddling his thumbs. He may have made his first friend.





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notes;; AWWWH so cute xD
translations;;
1) Hello young sir, do you know Spanish already?
2) Yes, miss I do. And to be honest, I do not know English. But my friend, is helping me much so. Thank you madam.

[alexandrea]

Alex felt terrible. It wasn't until she turned around that she realized the boy had a limp. How rude of her! It also occurred to her that maybe in her anger at the school, it looked like she was angry at him. She stopped and waited for him to catch up, looking apologetic. She hoped that would be enough. But then he introduced himself to her. He seemed so sweet. She smiled at him warmly and shook his hand. "I'm Alexandrea," she said. She hoped her name wasn't too long and difficult to say. Maybe she should have said Alex...but that would probably sound like a boy's name to him.

Once they got in, Ignacio's face lit up noticeably. She was certain he felt right at home, and the Spanish teacher came right up to him and they babbled for a moment in Spanish and then the teacher turned to her. She felt herself go warm when she said he spoke highly of her. Not warm as in embarrassed, but warm as in happy. It seemed that she had found herself a friend, and on the first day. Well, that was a new record for her. "Thank you," she said, smiling at Ignacio.

After a few moments, the bell rang, and class began. Alex soon lost herself in her work, listening to every word the teacher said, and taking notes furiously. Ignacio seemed quite content, and genuinely happy. Alex was glad of this, but she couldn't help but notice something about his hand in the corner of her eye. She cast a sideways glance, and it took quite a bit of effort not to gasp at what she saw. His hand was mutilated, deformed, completely crippled. There were only four fingers too, and Alex swallowed hard and returned to her work. What the hell had happened to this kid? Whatever it was, it had been bad, and meant that this boy had been through things Alex herself couldn't even imagine.

muse; ok
notes; hehe; wish i could speak spanish. should we go through the whole school day, or skip some parts???

[donte4]

IGNACIO LUZ PORFIRIO
I WAS BORN IN A LITTLE TOWN BY A RIVER, AND LIKE THAT RIVER I'VE BEEN RUNNING EVER SINCE

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Smiling Ignacio noted the girls name in his head, murmuring the word softly, to test the name and how he pronounced it. Hopefully she hadn't heard him else she might think he was some sort of parrot. He looked back down at his shoes as they made their way into the class and after talking with the Spanish teacher he looked to Alexandrea and smiled embarrassingly and looked back to his books. Though thankfully she thanked him for the compliment. He smiled as she said it, but didn't look up. He was too embarrassed. Instead he reached a hand around the back of his neck and scratched it awkwardly. He couldn't exactly make conversation could he? So for the rest of the lesson he sat in silence, occasionally asking questions and scribbling down notes what words meant in English and Spanish. The teacher was eager to help him out obviously. So when she asked the class simple questions such as 'how are you?' she would say them in Spanish then English and get Ignacio to say the English words and the rest of the class the Spanish. At least he was learning something.


All of a sudden the bell rang, obviously even the teacher had lost track of time. Flustered she bid farewell to the class and let them leave the class room. As the rest of the room stood up Ignacio guessed what would be happening. Quickly he shoved his books into his bag and slung the bag over his shoulder and picked up the guitar and did the same. He looked to Alexandrea and waited for her, getting to his feet and waiting patiently at her desk. Once she was ready the pair walked out of the room. He looked to her as she walked into yet another classroom. He followed suit and took his place next to her. This class was like the same one, it seemed to drag by and he struggled to understand the teacher. Although thanks to his new found friend he understood what to do and started taking notes hurriedly. He looked towards Alex as she too was getting on with her work. He studied her momentarily. She was pretty, and had long brownish blonde hair. He couldn't believe he'd made such a friend already. And a girl. To be honest it wasn't like he was going to get on with the other kids here. They were much to rowdy for him, he was a quiet boy and pretty sensitive to his surroundings. He was much happier with having a quieter, kinder girl to talk to than a rowdy, insensitive boy. And no, he wasn't gay.



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notes;; Oh dear sorry for the extremely short post. But yeah we should skip to lunch or something after this one?

[alexandrea]

Alex giggle internally as he quietly repeated her name. He seemed so sweet, and so determined to do well. She admired his courage; it must take a lot of heart to show up around here, and not even be able to speak English! Also, the people around here were far from friendly. Sure, there were a few now and then, but she had gotten nothing more than cold stares and laughter behind her back so far. Well, at least that was what she thought she was hearing. She was almost certain that they were talking trash about Ignacio as well. However, she was distracted by the beginning of the class.

Spanish wasn't as difficult as she had thought it would be. It had a few similarities to French, which she had taken for two years in middle school. However, she had always had a bit of a time with languages. Sure, she knew a bit of French, but it wasn't anything to be proud of. Ignacio seemed far more relaxed in this class than he had been in the first one. The teacher even seemed to be making an effort to help him out. The class period whizzed by, and all too quickly the bell rang. Ignacio waited patiently for her as she frantically gathered up her things so that she could get to the next class. She smiled at him, and thanked him for waiting, regardless of whether or not she understood him.

The rest of the day dragged on, going from one class to the next until finally it was lunchtime. Ignacio was always with Alex, following her to every class, but Alex wasn't bothered by this. It was a warm afternoon, so Alex made her way outside and plopped down on one of the benches outside. As she ate, she decided to ask Ignacio about Crossfire. "Er..." she said, and paused. "I think I've seen you before...do you go to Crossfire Farms?" she asked uncertainly. She felt bad, but hoped he would catch Crossfire and know what she was talking about. She wished she could have a descent conversation with him, but then again, just his company was nice. She enjoyed company.

muse; okayish
tags; donte
notes; nananaaaa......

[donte4]

IGNACIO LUZ PORFIRIO
I WAS BORN IN A LITTLE TOWN BY A RIVER, AND LIKE THAT RIVER I'VE BEEN RUNNING EVER SINCE

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The rest of the lessons he attended, really dragged. There weren't many and the teacher spoke to fats for him. Thankfully, because of the Spanish lesson, he believed he had come away with something today. At least he had learnt a few English phrases. Even if they were a bit on the dodgy side. Maybe he could try them out on Alexandrea? If she didn't mind him doing so of course. But he'd be glad of the conversation, he found it slightly awkward not being able to communicate properly with his new found friend. He found it hard to ignore the other students chatting away during lessons, or in the hall. Even if he couldn't understand most of the things they were saying, he would certainly like to. Or even to have the same kind of conversations with Alexandrea. Hopefully one day he would. One day. Until then, he would really have to try hard to comprehend this foreign language. Well at least to him it was foreign.



Then the end of class was sounded by the same bell that had been ringing throughout the day. But this time it carried on for a bit longer, well about 30 seconds longer than it had before. He wasn't sure what it could be and slowly he packed up his bags, looking to Alex confused. But she had already began to leave. He quickly swung his bag on his back and jogged after her, slowing down as he came beside her and out of the classroom. He followed as she passed all the classrooms, and outside. Surely this wasn't the end of the day? And then he was reassured, it wasn't not yet, although it seemed like it had been one of the longest days yet. Noticing she had seated herself on one of the benches he sat opposite her, trying to stay as far to the side of the bench as he could. Just in case others wanted to sit down. Not that any other students had paid any attention in him, none were showing the want to sit next to him either. Apart from Alex, and even that still confused him. Why she would want to sit with him when she could sit with some of the more 'normal' kids, he did not know. He took his bag off his bag again, tucking it in between his legs, as if protecting it from the other students, not wanting them to know that everything he owned was inside that bag.



Alex then pulled out her lunch from her bag and began to eat, Ignacio didn't find this awkward. He was used to it. He never had lunch, he only ever had one meal a day after all. But even though he wasn't eating he was used to being eaten in front of it and it really did not bother him. How did he know that, that wasn't their one meal for the day? Then she mentioned Crossfire. He perked up a little, the idea of the place interested him. "Si, I mean err yes, I erm work there." He spoke, correcting his English, even if it was still flooded with his Mexican accent. "My horse, Toriado...stays?" He said unsure, if that was right. At least he was trying. "Your horses?" He questioned, meaning if she had horses and where did she keep them. He didn't catch the first bit of what she had said, so he didn't realise she had seen him around. Which probably gave it away that she went there, but Ignacio was oblivious to this. He was just happy to be talking about something they both knew about.




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notes;; eh. sorry it took so long :( and sorry it's rubbishey.

[alexandrea]

The poor boy seemed so confused, and Alex wondered if he had gotten anything out of his classes today, apart from Spanish. The teacher had been wonderful to him, helping him to learn English while they attempted to learn his language. Alex wished dearly that she knew Spanish, but alas, she only knew some very poor French. As she munched away on her sandwich, she glanced at him a moment, and then back to her sandwich, but did a double take. He was sitting on the very far end of the bench. Did he not like her? However, by the expression on his face, it seemed that he wasn't bothered by her, as he had also been quite content to tag along with her all day. However, she decided not to worry about this, and was just about to take another bite when he answered her question. So, he worked at Crossfire, and he had a horse! Alex would very much like to meet his horse.

However, before she could answer, she heard footsteps behind her, and Alex turned around to see two, tall girls standing in front of her, arms folded. Alex looked up at them. The pair looked rather...well, angry wasn't exactly the word to use, but that was all Alex could think of. One of them tossed her hair out of her eyes, and cast a quick, disdainful look at Ignacio. That was enough for Alex. She knew what they were going to say. "Come sit with us," said one of them. Alex paused. "No, I think I'm okay here thanks," she said in a mild tone. The other girl rolled her eyes. "Come on, then you don't have to sit with the Mexican boy." Alex's eyes narrowed and she got to her feet. She was a good deal shorter than them, but the smile she had was a deadly look. Her lip curled slightly. "No thank you," she growled softly. With hooded eyes, the other girls turned on their heels and flounced away. Alex sat down again and brushed her hair out of her eyes and turned to Ignacio as if nothing had happened.

"My horse is Two Step Flash," she said with a smile. However, when she turned to eat her sandwich again, her smile slowly turned into a frown. He didn't have a lunch. Brow furrowed, she looked over him, and suddenly it came to her. She knew that he wasn't just one of those people that didn't eat lunch, she knew that he didn't have anything to eat. It all made sense, his scruffy cloths, the limp that he walked with, the funny smell. Without any hesitation, Alex took the other half of her sandwich, and held it out to him with a smile on her face. "I can't eat it all, you want some?" she asked. She didn't want him to think that she was just taking pity on him, and she really couldn't eat her whole lunch. She never did.

[donte4]

WOULD YOU TELL ME I WAS WRONG, WOULD YOU HELP ME UNDERSTAND?

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