It was a normal evening. Jungo was out, hanging out with his best friend.
"This is getting old," Jungo said, "We go to the park every day. We should go somewhere else."
Cruz replied, "if you think you're above going to the park, pick somewhere else."
After some thought, Jungo thinks, before zeroing in on an idea. "The dance. Emma. I mean, the dance would be cool." "Of course you decided there, you've been after Emma for years. You know she's not into you, right?" Jungo replied with a strange look in his eyes, "Nah, I can change her mind. Give me a month, and I'll have her. I'll bet a hundred dollars." "You're on," replied Cruz. He had a shiver, but Cruz didn't think much of it. He should have taken the hint. This was the beginning of the end.
It was Saturday, April 21, 2010. Cruz's birthday was coming up, so the conversation shifted to that until they got home. "See you tomorrow," said Jungo. Cruz replied "Bye. Same time tomorrow?" "Sure," Jungo said before going home. They were neighbors, so they've been friends since they were just one year old. Cruz was his closest friend. "Hi mama," Jungo said. His mom greeted him before telling him to go shower before eating. "What are we eating?" He asked. "Quesadillas," replied his mom.
"With or without carne?"
"With"
"What type?"
"Pork."
"Okay, thank you mama." Jungo went back to his room. After laying onto his bed, he started researching.