Crossing the arms (Short Story)

Once, when I came to live here, to El Paso, I believed to live in mexico was better.
Well it its, but the opportunities, the school, the benefits are better in U.S.
The first year living here at El Paso was hard for me because my school sucked, there was nobody cool to hang out, so it didn’t help me.
There was a guy in my school who didn’t like me because I always was comparing Mexico and U.S.
This guy was Mexican, too, but the problem was he didn’t like me.
A day at the school, we were in class when our English teacher told us to choose about what place would we choose to live. Then, write about that, what place and why we would like to live in that place.
Everybody chose places like New York, Paris, others chose the beach, etc.
I obviously chose Obregon, Sonora, the place where I was not born, but I was raised.
So, everybody in the class was talking about their favorite place, “oh I love the beach” said a classmate, “New York city is awesome, my biggest dream is to live there” said another classmate.
Getting in a conversation, I said I chose Obregon as my favorite place to live, because there the people is different, I mean they like to party a lot, you feel more free, the food is awesome, and a lot of reasons.
The guy who didn’t like me told me, “nobody cares where you come from or what you write about.”
When he told me that, I felt so upset, so I told him “I am not talking to you, you know what? I don’t talk to poor nacos who are not of my same crowd.”
Suddenly, I crossed my arms symbolizing a X meaning I didn’t care what he told me about my favorite place.
After that, my commentary was forgotten, but the next week, at lunchtime, he yelled “there is the guy who don’t talk to nacos!”
I felt so nervous because he yelled around the cafeteria, so everybody in there heard him, so what I did was to cross my arms again symbolizing a X.
So, like the days were passing, he started to make me bullying, but I always ignored him, that’s what helped me a lot.
Always, he said something about me in the classroom, gym, or at the cafeteria I crossed my arms.
This problem finished until I went with the school police officer to report him.