Finding Rocio Sanchez

Irina Samuels

To my dear neighbor Beth, who introduced me to the world of the Humane Society.

I'd never given much thought to how I would die—though I'd had reason enough in the last few months—but even if I had, I would not have imagined it like this.

I stared without breathing across the long room, into the dark eyes of the hunter, and he looked pleasantly back at me.

Surely it was a good way to die, in the place of someone else, someone I loved. Noble, even. That ought to count for something.

I knew that if I'd never gone to Forks, I wouldn't be facing death now. But, terrified as I was, I couldn't bring myself to regret the decision. When life offers you a dream so far beyond any of your expectations, it's not reasonable to grieve when it comes to an end.

The hunter smiled in a friendly way as he sauntered forward to kill me.

Stephenie Meyer, Twilight

Chapter One

They Never Dreamed They Would Get Caught

Rocio took a long pull on the cigarette in her mouth. She looked up at the hazy moon and blew the smoke cloud into the sky. "So, are we gonna do this or what?" She asked her friends.

There were four of them—Rocio Sanchez, her two friends Lorena Gonzalez and Pilar Munoz, and Rocio's boyfriend, Jake Juarez. Jake smiled and slipped his arms around Rocio's waist.

"Hey, baby. When we're done downtown, what do you say that you and I…share some secrets?" Jake murmured in Rocio's ear. He slipped his hands into Rocio's front pockets.

"Oh my God, Jake, you're like, touching her virginity!" Pilar cried, fumbling in her purse for another cigarette.

"Nah, Pilar. I took that a long time ago," Jake bragged.

Lorena rolled her eyes. "Don't exaggerate. You haven't gotten past second base," she said.

"Shut up, Lorena! Who asked you?" Snarled Jake. Lorena shrugged, pulled a box cutter out of her sweatshirt pocket and brought it across her left wrist with clear, concise precision. Rocio shuddered. She'd known Lorena since she was in sixth grade, but self-mutilation still grossed her out. "When you're all finished talking about my sex life, maybe we can return to my original question. Are we gonna do this or not?" Rocio said.

"Hell, yeah we are! Here are the IDs," Pilar said, handing out the fake driver's licenses.

"All set. Let's bounce," Rocio said, rising.

Together, the four friends headed for a club downtown. They got in ant eight o' clock and out at two o' clock without a hitch—it could have gone perfectly. Except afterwards, Jake suggested that they all go and snag a pack of Budweiser from the 7-11 on the corner of the next street over. This they had done plenty of times before, so they never imagined anything would go wrong.

They never dreamed they would get caught.

The last thing Rocio remembered was being shoved roughly into a police car next to Lorena. Then, everything went black.