"So what did you do over the summer?" Our English teacher asked the class.

My friend Catarina explained how she got married to a girl and how their marriage expired a few days after. But what caught my attention was what happened one August night.

"Then I met him... PEDRO!" Sara shouted, Mexican music started playing. You know the type when the good guy in a Mexican like movie walks into a bar and swings the flappy doors that arnt really doors open.

(I couldn't find the note book Catrina and I used so this will be unfinished. Just wanted to publish what I had.)