Jan 9, 2016
“¿Seriamente? Oh Dios mío,” Matty said with a long sigh, leaning his forehead against his beat up red pickup truck. It was the fourth time this week that his truck had broken down, and thanks to his forget self, his phone charger was resting by his bedside table while his phone sat in his pocket dead. Turning around, he noticed a somewhat familiar face walking by. “Excuse me?” he said as he ran up to them, “I really hate to bother you, but is there any way I could use your phone? Or maybe you can jump me off at my truck? I was leaving Saturday school, and, well, my truck decided to die on me.” He gave them a hopeful smile. “I can pay you for helping me. Whatever you want.”
