Hola Mis Tortugitas

*scratches back of neck* Yeaaaaaaaah, I haven't updated in a couple of weeks. I feel bad because I've kept saying "I'm on a writers block" When in reality I'm just lazy -_-"

But now I have no excuse because I'm on summer break now ! I wanna dedicate this chapter to everyone but mainly my friend Sydney.

Sydney and I were texting yesterday and she said a quote that was inspirational and made me wanna start writing Chapter 44.

"No time for laziness, only greatness"

-Syd The Sun ;)

So thank Sydney and Imani ^.^ (she also constantly bugged me to update)

{RECAP}

You got to meet Selena's Crowle friends Miles, Reyna, Naike, and Sydney.

She came home feeling some type of way and wanted to be left alone.

Selena went to spend alone time on the roof.

Davis came onto the roof with her.

She finally got to unleash about 6 years of wrath.

She found out her dad and Davis were drug dealers.

She found out she doesn't have to go to Oxford but can go to Uni. Of Maryland.

Now she's on her way to fuck your bish >:)

No jk, she's already going to pack.

Song of the chappy (yes it's very cliché):

Drake~ Hold On We're Going Home

Enjoy Mis Tortugitas ;)

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Selena~

I readjusted the strap of my backpack and took a gaze at the open space before me. The constant rum of the cars picking up and leaving passengers, the emotional sitcoms of loved ones leaving each other as the rest of the people genuinly don't care.

Dulles Airport.

Oh man it feels good to be home.

I tugged at my suitcase and trotted over towards the nearest bus bench.

You may be asking what happened after I nearly Gabby Douglas'd my way back into my room (or past room at least XP ).

Well my friend, have a seat as I explain to you once again, The Tales Of Selena Gonzalez.

Well after I made my way back into the house, I ran to my mother and family downstairs leaping and rejoicing about the fact that I could go home. Everyone was excited for me to go and excell at Uni. of MD but Meldin. He had a stone cold face through the whole thing:

^ ^ ^

"Oh honey that's great !" my mom was fangirl jumping with me as tears streamed down her caramel creamy face. I couldn't help but let happy yet sad tears stream down my face as well.

I'm going to be leaving my mother; the one who raised me on her own since I was almost 10. She was the reason I was the person I was today. Without her my life wouldn't have been to this point.

Tears cascaded faster down my face while I embraced Aunty Doris for a hug as well. I turned with my arms opened expecting a bear hug from Meldin, reality hit once I noticed he was nowhere to be found. Not a single squeak or meer mumble of his was in the kitchen.

I was snapped out of my daze when Aunty Doris cupped my cheeks and redirected my gaze to her.

"Mira mija ! (Look missy)," she sassed me in Spanish while her cocoa eyes drew deeper into mine, "No quiero saber que está embarazada en una semana ! Estamos mandano para la escuela,me oyes nena ?? (I don't wanna hear that you've become pregnant in a week ! We're sending you for school, you hear me ??)"

I swatted away my aunt's hands and chuckled at her comments. To some you might think she's being serious but I know she's playing. Well about the pregnant part at least.

We all know I wouldn't be able to do it, ew God forbid, those are too many unnecessary germs for being "bored" with a spouse.

"But Selena what about the time with Hunter when he wanted you to check his history paper ?"

No, no, shut up.

^ ^ ^

The bus pulled up to the stop and passengers started to climb in and out of the bus.

Me being me, I obviously slayed half the people climbing onto and/or off the bus. I broke people's necks when I sashayed down that bus aisle to a seat. The bus driver asked me if he had to pay a bus fare for me to sit on the bus. Everybody and they Mama's turned into Crack Kid screaming, "Yaaaaaaaaa !" as I passed them. The bus went eco friendly once I sat in it.

No, no I lied.

I awkwardly let out the occasionaly "sorry" and "excuse me" trying to get through people to get on the bus. I eventually found myself a window seat next to some old guy who looks like a hippie. He had long gray dreadlocks running down his back with an identical long white beard to go with it. He had a rolling stone shirt on with jogger pants and sandals.

I know I'm not supposed to judge a book by its cover but this guy looks like he's about to sell me a dime bag 0.0

"Just act like he's not there Selena" I repeated to myself mentally. I grabbed my bag off my shoulder and tried to place it in the compartment over top but sadly, according to my height and Murphy's Law, I couldn't reach it.

After multiple grunts and struggles a hand swiftly grabbed a hold of my bag and (somehow) my suitcase and placed it in the overhead compartment.

I turned to give a humongous gracious smile to the kind citizen but it awkwardly dropped slightly when I realized it was the Hippie Stoner guy. I let out a nervous chuckle and scratched the side of my arm (dammit it natural reflex !).

He smirked and and stuck his hand out politely, "Hey, I'm Weed"

My eyes leaped out of their sockets, was this guy really that high ?!?! He can't even say the simple sentence of maybe... hmm I don't know... "Hi, I sell weed."

I guess he must've noticed my nervous facial expression because he laughed and let me into the seat near the window. I casually tried to scoot near the window and lay my head on the cool glass. It was too late at night to be hypervenilating over a stoner hippie man.

I tried to casually take a tiny glance at Weed next to me and it didn't help because he caught my stare in the process. I immediantly slammed my head into jacket to hide the crimson blush spreading across my face at that very second.

"If you're so afraid of me, don't look at me then child" his voice shuddered as if he was already high. Oh my freaking gosh.

Looking up from my jacket at the man, I let out a nervous grin and tried my oh so hardest not to shit my pants. The man grinned back and stuck his hand out (again),

"Hi, I'm Weed. Ganja Weeds"

Oh well I guess he's not as high as I thought.

"H-hi I'm Selena" I managed to stutter back as I gripped his hand and gave it a firm shake. He gave a sweet smile and spoke one of the most unexpected words that still impact me til today. Do you wanna know the words he said ? Ganja Weeds said to me:

"FUCK HER RIGHT IN THE PUSSY !"

No, no I lied again ^.^ What Mr. Weeds told me was,

"Don't be mistaken by my appearance Selena. I know I look like a hippie or 'stoner' as my students tell me. Appearances mean nothing to the internal heart of the person. Because some of the nicest people are in dirt poor villages and some of the evilest people are sitting in church as we speak. I'm not saying don't judge a book by its cover, seeing its cover is how we find interest; all I'm saying is don't jump to conclusions"

Speechless and taken back by his words, I remained frozen

{A/N Let it gooooooooo !! No-no ? Too overused ? :D }

in my seat as he smirked and turned the other direction to sleep. I myself don't remember how but I was back in the postion to I was with my forehead pressed against the glass.

{READ AUTHOR'S NOTE IN THE END}

Before I knew it a force made me bolt up right from my seat. Then the words Stop 97 echoed to and rang into my ears.

That was my stop.Once the bus was at a hult and at the stop. I thanked the driver and stepped onto the stern pavement beneath the soles of my Vans. I took a deep inhale and tilted my head up towards the sky, the stars were twinkling and glimmering pearly white as if they were smiling down at me. The sky was pitch black with the accompany of the smiling stars. Each step I took made the grin on my face grow wider and wider.

I gentily closed the glass complex door behind me, the fact that it was probably past midnight and there was somebody walking around the builiding wouldn't sound so nice, now would it. I tip toed my way down the staircase and knocked on the apartment door.

Minutes passed and no one answered.

I knocked once more and the door creaked open slowly to the same messy haired, slim, Indonesian girl I grew to love so much, rubbing her eye like a toddler.

"Who the hell is knocking on the door so fucking la-" her words trailed off as she dropped the pillow she was holding and clamped her hands over her mouth. Squeaks and happy sounds emerged from her as tears streamed down her cheeks.

And the two words came out of me as she tackled me into the most heartfelt hug I've recieved,

"I'm home"

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Well Mis Tortugitas I've finally left my tiny writer's block !

And the man you read about there named Weeds is an actual character in one of my other short stories called "Light Switch Love"

If you're interested in a smart mouthing girl who develops a crush on the new shy kid read my story ! ^.^ But if you're a homophob don't read it because it's

GIRL X GIRL !!

>:) Read at your own risk

So for now Mis Tortugitas:

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-Ginita ;D