“Corre!!, corre! a mi hijo y nunca mires hacia atrás!.” My Papa yelled in Spanish. I took to my heels running like a mad dog with no direction.
I heard a loud scream that made the birds run from their homes up to the sky, I looked back to see a spare run through my Papa’s chest. I screamed and wailed in pain. My papa was no more.
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“Hey!!.” I heard and my body began to shake carelessly. I snapped back to reality. I was still in front of the tall grass, I heard footsteps approaching us. I moved quickly, grabbing Rebecca's arms and pulling her.
We ran to a cabin and hid our bodies from the Muerte festival and its people. Rebecca gave me a hard stare.
“What ?!.” I asked in a low tone.
“What’s going on?!.” She asked.
“Muerte festival!.” I replied while piping through the cracks of the
