Short story

Once, when I came to live here, to El Paso, I believed to live in Mexico was better.

Well, it is but the opportunities, the school, the benefits are better in U.S.A.

The first year living at El Paso was hard because my school sucked, so it didn’t help me.

There was a guy in my school who he didn’t like me because I always was comparing Mexico and U.S.A.

This guy was Mexican, too.

A day, in class time, our English teacher said, choose a place where you would like to live and write why you would like to live.

Everybody chose places like New York, Paris, the beach, etc.

I obviously chose Obregon, the place where I was not born, but I raised.

So, everybody in the class was talking about their favorite place.

Getting in a conversation, I said I chose Obregon, there the people is different, they like to party a lot and the food is really good.

The guy who didn’t like me told me, “nobody cares where you come from.”

“I am not talking to you, you know what? I don’t talk to poor nacos who are not my same crowd.”

He ignored at what I told him.

At lunch time, he yelled, the guy who don’t talk to nacos!

In my mind I was wishing the worst tragedies of the world.

I made a X with my arms.

Always, he said something about me in the classroom, gym, or at the cafeteria I made a X with my arms meaning I didn’t care what he said of me.