*Sam's POV*.com

"Come on, you have to get up!" Someone whined as they shook me.

"CRAP!" I yelled as I got up. I was going to be late for class.

"Hey, don't swear, Ms. Yellington will be mad as heck." Cathy said as she rolled her eyes.

I looked around, bags, people. Oh right, were being deported.

Great.

"Did they take anything?" I asked as the room looked emptier.

"Nah, they just gave us an apple. Made us clean up though. That's why it looks so barren."

"Where's my apple?" I asked with a pout. I was hungry ok? Sue me.

"Catch!" Cathy exclaimed as she threw a green apple at me.

Graciously, elegantly, preciously, I didn't catch it. I stumbled weirdly and somehow ended up in a split.

Not fun.

"Are we going to be taken directly to wherever or do we need to serve jail time?" I asked in between bites.

"They explained that we're all special cases and no jail time was needed. We didn't come in the country willingly, we just were brought here illegally." Cathy explained while rummaging through her bag.

"Do we know whose leaving first?" I asked still eating my apple.

"Mexicans." She said with a judgemental look in her face.

"Ouch. Cliché much?"

"Don't say crap, Sam. We could be leaving!" She said with a chuckle

"Dang. You're right." I smiled.

At least Cathy seemed to be fine. I was a bit annoyed but there was nothing I could do. My parents were at fault but I won't bother them. Otherwise "rest in peace", would just be a saying.

A loud thud was heard. A door was slammed. The same woman from before had entered. I just now got a good look at her.

She was dressed in blue and black. A rifle in her belt. Chocolate like skin and black short hair. She seemed, angry.

"Ok, listen up! Today all of you will be divided. By Countries. That way, we will know who leaves first and who doesn't. So now please, get in the following groups. Mexico, first right corner. Honduras, first left corner. Guatemala, back right corner. Anything else, last corner.

 Cathy and I looked at each other worriedly. Where do we stand? Our parents never told us where we were from.

"Cathy and Samantha Jones. Come here." Her voice startled us, but we complied and went anyways.

"Y'all two's case is." She took a long pause. "Different. We've never seen anything like it but we were able to find out where you guys are from. However, you are not complied to know. Please go to the last corner." She pointed over and gestured for us to go.

"Well, where the heck are we from?" Cathy said frustrated.

"Apparently we aren't from, hmm. What were the countries? Mexico, Guatemala, or Honduras." I took breaks between each one. My memory seems to not be the best.

"Well lucky us. We'll probably be here for a while." She said as we sat down in our corner.

"I mean-."

I was cut off by lady what's-her-face.

"Ok, you all will be called by your groups. If you get that, good. If you don't, boohoo. Good luck."

And she left. Jesus, she was really starting to get on my nerves. I turned around and saw Cathy conversing with some girl. She, too, was in the corner with us.

"Sam, come here. Meet Aliah. She's from Nicaragua."

I studied the girl next to her. She seemed around Cathy's age. She had really, really long dark-colored hair. Like, it went past her waist. Dark-colored eyes and she was really short. She was cute.

"So let me get this straight, y'all don't know where you guys are from?" She asked.

"Nope. Our parents never told us, just taught us to speak Spanish." I replied. Even to me, it seemed like a strange thing. How do your parents not tell you where you're from? 

"Ooh, tough luck. Can't say I relate though. I've just always kinda known that one day I would go back where I came from." She giggled.

"Is Nicaragua nice? Is everything the same?" Cathy asked. Obviously curious about the situation.

"Well. No. Heh. It's, um. Different. Very." She stumbled on her words.

"Personally I've never gone but, my parents used to come and go. The weather is different. You know, equator and all. The seasons are switched, kinda. There's no fall or spring. There's summer which is most of the year, and there's winter, which is just rain, to be honest with you. And winter happens during July and August." She explained still seemed a bit, unsure.

We all got a bit, how to put it. Shy. And looked away. I saw there was a man in the corner with us, quietly mumbling something. Korean?

He wasn't very tall. Probably around my height. He seemed to be, singing? He had a cute baby face and didn't seem very old either. I walked up to him to try to converse.

"Umm, hi?" I asked. He seemed to be zoned out.

"Hmm, oh. Uh, hi!" He said. It was weird he had an Australian accent.

"I'm Sam, and have no idea where I'm going." I chuckled, trying to lighten the mood.

He stifled a laugh.

"I'm Mark and I'm going back to South Korea." He extended his hand. I shook it.

We talked for about an hour. Just nonsense. None of it an actual conversation. It was, fun. Really fun.

"..... The choreo is ridiculous..."
    
        ".......So the president....."
                    
                              ".......I was like, run!..."

After an hour of nothing and exchanging numbers with Mark, I went over to Cathy and Aliah. I caught in the conversation pretty quickly and joined.

"Ooh! I know a good one! Mina Myoung! 7 rings!"

I gasped.

"You know of our dance queen Mina Myoung?" She was a choreographer. One of my favorites.

"Of course! I'm seeing as Cathy here likes Ara Cho a bit more though." She said sounding a bit giddy.

"Ok, ok. I love Ara Cho, but I've said this before and I'll say it again. Jung Koosung is, and will always be the best."

Aliah and I gasped dramatically.

"How dare you!"

"Why you little-!"

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