My "worst" day in spring break wasn't actually bad at all. What made it bad was who and what I saw that night.
That Saturday before my spring break ended, Iwas invited to a Quinceanera. I didn't know anybody, or so I thought.
Usually Quinceaneras have DJ's and the occasional group. Well as excited as I was, I was disappointed to see that there was no DJ and a very "mexican group" was playing. When I arrived, I was amazed at the sight of hats on everyone's heads, and pointy boots. Yes of course, I knew about this tradition given that I am Mexican, but I had never listened to this type of music, because my dad was very prejucide against it. He called that music "naca" or in other words "ghetto." People bouncing around, that's all it was.
My boyfriend and I went to sit down with my friend that invited me, and as I looked around I knew a LOT of people in that same room. Given that I hadn't told my dad I was going to be with a boy; my dad doesn't know I have a boyfriend, I had to pray that he didn't find out!
To top it all off, I saw my ex boyfriend. My psychotic ex boyfriend who threatened to kill my current one. It was an amusing time. I actually laughed at all of it at the end of the day.
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