>>3659549As Carlos was racing back to the safety of the bus, he was just about to pass by an old abandoned farm. Just as he steped onto the old, rotting porch, he heard a loud voice close by yell.
>HEY YOU!!Partially because of the guilt from his recent actions, and partially because of his instinctual fear of being deported, Carlos cowered in fear.
>HEY YOU FAG!!Carlos, at this point hidding under a porch bench, was sure this voice was that of a border guard, ready to send him back to mexico.
>Did you see me kill that fucking nigger?!This confused Carlos, as the tone was quieter now, and seemed to be directed at someone else. Suddenly, a different voice hollered.
>YEAH, THAT COON DIDN'T STAND A CHANCE!Carlos, recognising this voice peeked his head out from under the bench. Of coarse!! It was just Borch speeking to one of his friends, a tall, handsome 56% caucasian American. And he didn't have to worry about being deported back to Mexico, because he was alread IN Mexico! Carlos was about to reveal himself to the two, but oddly enough had second thoughts. He instead sat and listened to their conversation.
