[center][h1][color=red]Francisco[/color]  [/h1]
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[h2]Festival[/h2]
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	Francisco found himself in line at one of the food vendors. The whole time he stood in line, he could only think of the food. "Hijo de Puta...I need to eat" Francisco muttered as the line inched slowly. Even though he had eaten breakfast for some reason he was starving. A few of the kids look towards him as he muttered, almost all looked at him confused. "nothing don't worry about it." he muttered as they went back to what their doing. When ever he was hungry Francisco found he became kind of aggressive After 20 minutes of standing Francisco found himself looking at peoples orders. suddenly there was a tap on his shoulder.  
	
	“Hey mate, you in Year 9? Ninth grade, I mean.” the voice said in an English voice.
[i]Fantastic...[/i] he thought as he turned around to face the person.

	 He was looking at two people, one looked kind of like him, but not as tan. [i]Never seen him around town...granted I wasn't looking...[/i] he thought as he quickly looked the two over.
	
	"Yeah, gonna be a senior citizen soon if this pendejo taking orders doesn't hurry the hell up." he said slightly annoyed. One of the older  male students in line hears him "Hey watch your language bud." he said forcefully. 
	"¡Chinga tu madre, cabrón!" He said harshly as he turned to the student. 
	
	"what did you say!?" the boy yelled.  "I said Alright fine."  he said quickly with a slight head bow. The older student muttered something and went back to what he was doing. Slowly Francisco turned back to the British kid. 
	
	"Sorry about that, Yeah I'm a freshman, names Francisco." He said "no disrespect, but what are you doing here? kinda a random place to see some one from another country here."