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life.
    I was three when we settled in and
beginning to speak so my mother drowned me in the language and
culture. Every two years my parents went back to the little village
for two weeks. They had visited just that past summer and I stayed
with Mel for those weeks. We’d never had so much fun together; of
course, Kyle never wanted to see me again after the fifth day
straight of pranking him.
    “Senorita Jackson, de donde eres?”
Mrs. Watson inquired amidst her lesson.
    “De aqui, en Carolina del Sur,” I
responded promptly. I was born here in Charleston and therefore was
a ‘low country native’ as they called us.
    “Muy bien, gracias,” she noted before
continuing on to another student in the back.
    I settled back in my seat but
instantly sat up when I caught sight of Mel. “What’s wrong?” I
whispered. I couldn’t tell if she was mad, sad or
frightened.
    She lifted her finger and pointed
towards Sasha beside me. My gaze drifted towards the girl but found
nothing out of the ordinary. She was doodling in her binder, but
most of us did that at some point in class.
    I turned back to Mel, her
brows now furrowed deep as if she were concentrating on a strong
thought. I didn’t bother asking but rather followed her eyes beyond
Sasha to… Oh my! Kellan was staring at me with a smirk on his face. It was a
taunting yet inquisitive glare that didn’t settle right with me.
Now I knew why Mel was so uneasy. I squirmed in my seat the rest of
the period and was grateful for the reprieve of the
bell.
    “What was that all about?” Mel
demanded the second we entered the hall.
    “You ask me like I should
know.”
    “I couldn’t even figure out
if he likes you or not. One minute I thought he was mocking you,
the next crushing on you and then poof! he was studying you like a
math problem he didn’t understand,” she blurted. I shrugged it off
though she was pretty accurate in her description.
    I felt the buzz in my pocket from my
cell phone. I checked the halls for any teachers before slipping it
out to check. “It’s my mom,” I announced. She would never call
during the day unless something was wrong.
    Mel yanked me into the bathroom right
as I answered. “Is everything ok? What’s wrong?” I
panicked.
    “Calm down sweetie. Everything is
fine,” her voiced soothed me instantly.
    “Oh. Ok. Did you need
something?”
    “Well, yes. You see we know Kellan and
his family so I was hoping I could rely on you to take him
out.”
    “Out as in…” I was cringing on pins
and needles.
    “Perhaps you could invite him to the
mall or show him the highlights of downtown,” she
offered.
    “Let me get this straight. You called
me in the middle of the day, sent me on red alert for a favor. And
that favor happens to be to ask a really cute guy that I barely
know out. Did I get it right?” I laid the sarcasm on thick with a
bit of dread stitched in.
    “Oh sweetie. You make it sound
horrible. Kellan is a very nice young man.”
    “Mom, he’s going to think I’m asking
him out on a date. Do you know how embarrassing that would be? Not
to mention I already have a boyfriend.” Ok, maybe I was whining
just a bit but her favor was social suicide. What if he said no?
What if he didn’t… No. I couldn’t do it.
    “Alexa,” she scolded slightly. I
sighed. I knew it was coming. “I wouldn’t ask unless it was
important. We’ve known Kellan’s family since you were an infant.
This request is coming from his mother, not me. And you have a
wonderful heart; you’ve always been welcoming to everyone. I know
you will do a great job with Kellan. It doesn’t matter where you go
with him, just that he gets out of the house for a little while.”
Well, there you have it. She went in for the kill and won. How do
parents do it? How are they able to perfectly twist the words to
guilt you into doing what they want?
    “Alright,” I officially
surrendered.
    “Thank you sweetie. I’ll talk to you
later. Love you,” she perked up