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It was a seemingly normal day when I lost all of my trust because of my Spanish teacher. It was the final class of the day, and I was tired of school, just trying to get the day over with. Then my Spanish teacher told us to pull out a piece of lined paper. Of course, I groaned along with the class, since we obviously weren't going to get a free day. Instead of writing our name at the top of the page, she told us to draw a line at the bottom and sign our name there. Not write, sign. Then, to write what she did on the board;

Yo, (tu nombre), por la presente firmo mi alma, mi primogénito y mi merienda.

So, trusting her completely, wrote;

Yo, Christopher White, por la presente firmo mi alma, mi primogenito, y mi merienda.

Christopher

Then, I turned it in. My teacher signed her name at the bottom of the page, right underneath my name. Unknowingly, foolishly, I sat back down and turned to talk to my friend, who is pretty good at Spanish. His face was white after he had come in late and read the board. "Did... What did we have to do with this?" he asked, hands shaking.

"Well, we had to sign our names at the bottom and write it over our names. Then, she signed the bottom so she knows that she approves of it or something." I said matter-of-factly.

"Can... Did you read it before you did?" He asked, his face slowly turning back to its normal shade.

"No. Why?"

He swallowed, "It says, I, (your name), hereby sign away my soul, firstborn, and my snack."

I gaped. "My snack?! Absolutely evil."

He stared at me. "Um, hello? The part about your soul and firstborn?"

"Oh," I smirked, and pointed to my auburn hair, "No soul, and I don't want kids. But my snack? That's just evil."

He looked at me with a peculiar face and burst out laughing. I joined in until people were staring at us weirdly. I calmed down and looked at my goldfish on my table. "Well... A contract signed by a minor isn't legally binding, so..."

I grabbed my goldfish and dumped them into my mouth, not taking the time to chew, and almost choking. My Spanish teacher looked over, a look of concern merging into horror as I devoured the very thing she was after.

...

The bell rang and my friend and I, whose name is Alex, bolted from class. Alex laughed as the space between us and our teacher grew bigger and bigger. The classrooms flew by in a blur until we burst from the doors, smelling freedom and fresh air.

"Dude, did you see her face when you devoured the goldfish?" Alex laughed, "I thought she was going to end you right then and there."

I smirked, "She'd have to catch me first."

"Yeah, but I was wondering..." His voice drifted as his attention locked onto something behind me. "Dude. Run." His voice was a whisper but then slowly got louder, "RUN!"

I whipped around and saw the Spanish teacher launching towards me, running and almost tripping in her heels. At first, I would've laughed, but I turned around and sprinted. I ran for my life, grabbing Alex's arm and yanking him towards me. "Run with me!"

We ran and kept running, even after she stopped, running towards my house and ducking into safety. I slammed and locked the door shut and slid down, panting. "Did... Did your mom... clear you for staying at- at my house?" I asked between breaths.

Alex looked just as worn out and exhausted as me, sweat trickling down his face, "Y-yeah."

"Good." I closed my eyes. There was this soft laughing sound that slowly gained volume coming from Alex.

"Dude, your face! You looked like you were about to wet yourself!" He laughed, falling onto the ground and clutching his stomach.

I batted his leg, too lazy to lung at him, grabbing my own stomach because I had a stitch in my side, "Hey, knock it off. It hurts to laugh."

But laugh we did, because we had beaten the Spanish teacher in a race, who also happened to teach cross country as well. Alex was in track, but only just started. I didn't like running. I preferred basketball. Even though you did run, it wasn't exclusively running.

"Guess that track is paying off, huh, Alex?"

Alex stopped laughing at stared at me. "Uh oh. What if she makes me run extra because I was an accessory to your crime?"

I cackled, trying to keep a straight face, "That she would do."

We stared at each other for a second then jumped when someone banged on the door. We froze, staring at each other until we heard my mom's voice. "Chris! Please unlock the front door!" she called, "I have groceries and some of them are frozen!"

I instantly jumped up and unlocked the door. Mom stared at me for a second. "Did you have practice today?" She asked, walking past me to the kitchen. Alex and I followed.

"No. We just- uh- ran home." I replied, signaling to Alex to keep his mouth shut.

"Why? I know you hate running." She said, and Alex chuckled.

"He does, Mrs. White, but he and I made a bet on who could get here faster." He said after I shot him a look. He grinned.

"Yeah. Anyways, he won, obviously, so we're going to play some video games upstairs, okay?" I said, grabbing his arm and pulling him to my room next to the living room.

"Christopher." My mom said, and I froze. "I love you."

I smiled at turned to face her. "Love you too."

I led Alex to the gaming setup in front of my bed and we gamed until his mom called him home.

So, that's the story of why I will never trust a foreign language teacher. And also why you should look up anything you have to write down and sign. Also why I hate Spanish and track. Every time I had to walk into my Spanish class I flinched, scared that my teacher would snap and I would have to run for my life again. And that I won't make it the next time it happens.