I was so jealous of Ms. Wood. If only it was me holding his hand, getting to spend the whole day with Angel instead of at school.
Yo Gloria, you, coming to the party tonight?
Nah, I have to study for a test.
I rush in with my big bulging burly backpack and sit down right as the bell rings. I take out my notebook and start taking notes. My thoughts wander off to Angel, as always.
I love my Angel, but I ain’t letting him get in the way of my studies. If he wants a good future, he has to understand that letting me learn will get him that.
THEME: Don't let things get in the way of your dreams.
¨Yo Gloria, you, coming to the party tonight?” Noah asks, running to catch up with me as he breaks my thoughts. “Nah,” I said, rubbing it off, “I have to study for a test.” “Girl, get a life, college is supposed to be fun too, not sitting around in your dorm room,” Noah replies, flashing me a mischevious grin. “Maybe next time,” I say and rush off to my building.
The whole time I'm thinking about Noah, the cutest guy in the school inviting me to a party. It's like there are two parts of me. There's old Gloria Loca, the party girl who thinks Noah is cute. Then there's Mamá Gloria, always thinking about Angel and what best for him.
“Angel, oh no!” I say to myself. I completely forgot him! I rush back to the college, jump on a bus, and drive towards daycare. I scold myself the whole time. Estupida, estupida, estupida. That's what I am. Stupid. I can't believe I forgot him! Estupida, you got distracted! Now I know I won’t ever look at Noah again, he ain’t worth me losing my Angel. Oh no, Angel. I think. What do I tell him?