You were a new kid originally from Mexico which made everyone curious about you. You only moved to Colorado because you were a bit poor back at Mexico and, well, your dad needed a better job. You and Kyle got close. He was kind, protective, inviting, and things a good kid would do. Despite you not knowing much English, you were able to have at least small conversations with him.

It was Christmas eve and you invited all of the kids in 4th grade to your house, even Kyle. Okay, well, yes he was Jewish and didn't celebrate Christmas, but he wanted to be nice. They were all memorized and amazed by the majestic and pretty decorations. Your mama was making a big bowl of kool-aid with ice in it. She gave you the bowl to put it on the snack/food table. Kyle, trying to be a gentleman, insisted that he would carry it. He didn't expect it to be so... heavy. You carried it with ease so he assumed it was gonna be light. One lead to another and he dropped it which caused a domino effect. First the table flipped over, than it carried down the lights with it and turned it off, than the kool aid bowl dropped on the outlet and turned off the christmas tree lights and then the tree done fell. He just stared silently, eyes widened while he blinked slowly. "...Oh shit-"