

Bang! The U-2 spy plane gets shot down into the fields of Banes, Cuba. The pilot did not move. The crisis between the United States, Cuba, and the Soviet Union emerged. The bags of luggage strolled through the airport while Pablo and his mother followed behind it, and the aviation departed.
"Por favor no llores mi amor, estoy aquí," advised Pablo's mom in Spanish, "todo estará bien."




Pablo wakes up out of bed with drops of sweat running down his pillow and onto his bed. He sits upright and shakes his head back and forth while wiping the sweat off of his face, since he is still trying to ascertain that he is not in a dream. The Texas trees sway back and forth in the warm, humid air of April. He stands up and pulls the clothes off of his hangers and walks down the wooden stairs. Meanwhile, Pablo’s mom sets up some plates with fresh tostones on top of them.
“Good morning my love,” Pablo’s mom greets.
“Morning mama, what’s for breakfast?” Pablo asks.
“Your favorite, tostones,” Pablo’s mom responds.



Pablo sits down in his seat with his stomach rumbling to the smell of the fresh Latin American food waiting for him on the table. As he finishes eating, he grabs his backpack and waits for his father in the garage. While Pablo gets into the car, he looks out of the car window, and he sees two boys chatting together and laughing. He remembers all the humorous times he shared with his friends in elementary school, and he wishes that they could be there with him.







Eventually, Pablo and his father arrive at the new school with an American flag firmly planted into the prickly grass. He motions his father to come with him, but his father nods his head slightly back and forth. Once again, Pablo uses his hand and makes a gesture that persuades his father to leave the car and walk with him.
“It is okay, mijo, don’t be scared,” his father softly mumbled.
Pablo nods his head up and down, as they notice boys and girls getting off the school bus in their small friend groups. The boys jokingly slap each other’s light brown hats off and kick at each other’s belts that are strapped tightly to their waists. At the same time, the girls laugh with each other and talk about clothing, while wearing their colorful tie dye shirts.










“I wish someone would be, cómo se dice, ah, friends, with me, papa,” Pablo wishes while trying to remember the English he learned from English class in Cuba.
“Entonces, ¿quién me puede decir qué es “amigos” en inglés?” the Cuban teacher asked the class as Pablo looked through the window.
Pablo noticed a tall structure with a point on top of it located behind a cluster of trees, and he saw many soldier-like people with light brown uniforms and light brown hats. Even when the teacher spoke, he could not help but notice that it looked dangerous.
He heard something.
“Pablo, Pablo, Pablo!!!” the teacher yelled.
“Pablo, ¿estás bien?” his father asks.
As Pablo and his father walk through the main entrance, Pablo points out to his father that students are already staring at him in a discontent way. Soon enough, a teacher with blonde hair and blue eyes walks over to Pablo’s assistance.
“Ello, I presume ya mus’ be the new kid that just transferred here,” the teacher assumes.
“Yes, yo soy, ummm, my name is, eh, Pablo,” Pablo quietly states as he extends his hand waiting for a handshake.
“Hey Pablo, I’m Mrs. Paula. I’ll make sure that you get to ya class early,” Mrs. Paula responds as she shakes Pablo’s hand.
Pablo’s father waves his hand as he leaves the school with the house keys jingling and making a quite loud sound. While Mrs. Paula walks around with Pablo around the school, he begins to see students laughing at him like he is a clown, and they are pointing at his face from afar.










He covers his ears and nods his head back and forth, attempting to drain out the sound of the students laughing at him.
“Hey, stop laughin’ and go to class! I’ll send ya to the principal's office!” Mrs. Paula exclaims at the students in the hallway.
The students run away with their books in their hands and enter their classrooms. A student named Randy throws a football to his friend that makes it seem like his friend is a million miles away and also walks to his class, scoffing at the teacher. Even though the pointing and laughing stops for a minute, Pablo keeps recalling the laughter and discrimination in his head. He remembers all the laughter in his old school, but the students were laughing with him instead of at him.
As Pablo finishes his first three classes with Mrs. Paula’s assistance getting to each class, he walks with his leather backpack and leaves it in his locker.
“Disculpe, I mean, excuse me, would you show me where the lunchroom is?” Pablo asks in a somewhat cohesive sentence while looking around.
“Sure Pablo, it’s over there. Go get yourself some lunch,” Mrs. Paula answers as she points in the direction of groups of teenagers walking together.










Pablo wipes the sweat off of his face and puts one of his hands in his tiny pockets. The smell of the American food fills up his nose even though he attempts to wipe it away. He walks into the lunchroom and stands still for a few seconds straight, and he looks around to see if there is any table to sit at. A group of students wave at him and show him that they want to sit with him. Even though he is hesitant at first, he walks over with his lunchbox to sit at the table, yet he chooses to sit at the far ends of the table where there is no one really near enough to talk to him.
“Hey Pablo, why don’t ya come over here and talk to us?” a student asks.
“I, um, I….., I am good, sorry,” Pablo mumbles while laying his head on the side of his head.
Soon enough, Randy and his other teammates from football arrive at Pablo’s table. Randy covers his nose when Pablo opens up his lunchbox, and he bumps into Pablo intentionally. They all sit down while talking to each other.
“Yo Pablo, whatcha tryna do, spy on us?” Randy jokes in a facetious way while his friends laugh with him.
"Déjame en paz,” Pablo whispers to himself.
“What did ya say you lil’ guy?” Randy yells in a threatening way, even though it seems superfluous to do so.
“Nothing, just leave me a’, alo, alone,” Pablo pleads.
“What is this food bro? It looks terrible. To be honest, I’m surprised you’re not eating those fish tacos,” Randy tells Pablo while patting him hard on the back.




Pablo puts everything back in his lunchbox and runs out of the lunchroom. The students watch as Pablo rushes through the lunchroom doors and through the hallways. Randy laughs with his friends, while some students banter with him and other students tell him to leave the lunch table. As Pablo continues to run through the hallway, Mrs. Paula sees Pablo and stops him from running.
“You okay, buddy?” Mrs. Paula questions.
“I’m going back to my casa, I mean house, sorry,” Pablo mentions as he walks back the other way with his stuff.
“Alright, I’m sorry you had a bad first day of school, Pablo,” she apologizes while thinking about all the discrimination from students such as Randy.
He decides to call his father with his pager in his hand and waits outside. Soon enough, Pablo’s father arrives and signs Pablo out of school. They leave together, while Pablo’s father grips Pablo’s hand tightly. Pablo’s father knows what happened at school, even though Pablo hesitates to even say anything except to go home.



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Bang! The U-2 spy plane gets shot down into the fields of Banes, Cuba. The pilot did not move. The crisis between the United States, Cuba, and the Soviet Union emerged. The bags of luggage strolled through the airport while Pablo and his mother followed behind it, and the aviation departed.
"Por favor no llores mi amor, estoy aquí," advised Pablo's mom in Spanish, "todo estará bien."




Pablo wakes up out of bed with drops of sweat running down his pillow and onto his bed. He sits upright and shakes his head back and forth while wiping the sweat off of his face, since he is still trying to ascertain that he is not in a dream. The Texas trees sway back and forth in the warm, humid air of April. He stands up and pulls the clothes off of his hangers and walks down the wooden stairs. Meanwhile, Pablo’s mom sets up some plates with fresh tostones on top of them.
“Good morning my love,” Pablo’s mom greets.
“Morning mama, what’s for breakfast?” Pablo asks.
“Your favorite, tostones,” Pablo’s mom responds.
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