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[color=ffc948]"Dude, it's not even that serious."[/color] Kaylen stood in the shade of a waffle fries stand offering [i]tres leches[/i] cake with her phone between her ear and her shoulder. [color=ffc948]"Literally only said that if she had a problem with me, she could just su- oh fuck off! She's the one that is always giving me dirty looks."[/color] Kaylen mouthed a thank you to the older lady behind the table as she took the small plate and fork. 

She paused, rolling her eyes at her brother's words over the phone. [color=ffc948]"Fine. She can come over when I'm not there!"[/color] She held her cake with one hand and her phone with the other. The more this conversation went on, the more she wanted a bus to hit her in the face or for a piano to fall from the sky right above her magically. Kaylen was trying so hard not to raise her voice over the phone and bring any unwanted attention to her.

Or any more than was already on her.

[color=ffc948]Stupid.[/color]

The more she heard her brother's words, the more she could feel anger boiling in her stomach. It also did not help one bit that she had not had breakfast that morning. Or the heat of the sun burning the top of her head. 

Kaylen scoffed, giving some guy looking her way a dirty look  [color=ffc948]"[i]Sabes que? Vete a la chingada.[/i] You know why she is always giving me dirty looks. You know exactly why, and you still want to be with her? After what she pulled last time?"[/color] Kaylen's voice cracked. She could feel heat rise up her neck to her cheeks, and tears pool on the corner of her eyes.

One more person looked her way, followed by another. Kaylen needed to get out of here before she made a scene. 

[color=ffc948]"[i]Tienes suerte que no le dicho a mi mama y papa.[/i]"[/color] Too late. [color=ffc948]"[i]Quieres saber que me dijo? - oh, ya sabes?! Pues que bueno que no eres un pinche-[/i]"[/color] Mid insult in, Kaylen met one of the classmate's shoulders. The paper plate with the [i]tres leches[/i] cake coming in contact with the baby blue turtle neck and black velvet spaghetti strap.  

Kaylen could hear her brother's angry voice through the phone, but she ignored it, hung upon him, and shoved the bright yellow phone into her canvas tote bag with a frog printed at the front.  

Deep breaths. Deeeeep breaths. That is what her therapist always told her—deep breaths. 

In, and out. In and out. In and ou-

[color=ffc948]"I am. So sorry."[/color] Kaylen's voice was flat, empty, and void of any emotions. 

In.

She took the crumpled paper plate to scoop some of the cake off her shirt as other students and a few teachers watched her before moving on or being distracted by the smell of food. The dude, Kaylen didn't even bother to look at him, was about to say something to her when she raised her index in front of his face. 

[color=ffc948]"No."[/color]

[color=5a6457]"I-"[/color]

[color=ffc948]"I. Said. No. Do not talk to me. Do not acknowledge me. I do not exist. I am nothing but a fragment of your minimal imagination. This never happened. Goodbye."[/color]

With that, Kaylen threw the discarded cake into the nearby trashcan and made her way to the bleachers and far away from the tents and crowds of people. She needed to get far away from that and gather her thought together. The call with her brother this early in the morning had already drained her of any of the energy she had leftover from yesterday. The bleachers were still empty for the most part. She had enough time to pick herself up before other students made their way to her. 

When she finally took a seat a few steps up the bleachers, far away enough from the few people there for them to not hear her, she took a deep breath. Tears were still threatening to come out as she pulled out her vibrating phone and flipped it open to see the flood of messages coming from an angry older brother. Maybe it was time to turn off her phone. 

Peace, finally. But no breakfast and tears rolling down her cheeks.

The perfect first day.

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