Where is my Home?
I was born in a hot, humid place where every time you went outside a drop of sweat ran down your face and your skin was as sticky as gum when it gets stuck in your hair. I lived there about four years and then came to the U.S.A. I started kindergarten at Olympic View and in second grade I went to Arroyo Vista. My parents decided to go back to Culiacan when I was in fifth grade, I was excited but then at the same time I didn't want to go, but we didn't have a choice. My sister and I started school one month later after we moved to Culiacan, but it didn't feel the same. The teachers spoke Spanish instead of English. I understood them but it felt different. I didn't feel like I was home. It felt as if a monkey was in the desert instead of in the jungle. I felt like I did not belong there, even though I was born there and all my family live there my home was in the United States.
He is always there for me
Annoying, funny, nice, good listener, respectful, strong, those are just few words to describe my brother. For some reason I can never stay mad at my brother. He’s been there for me, holding my hand on the first day of kindergarten to the first day of High school. I know I can always count on him even though when he’s plays soccer and goes to work, I can call him and he will always answer, even if I say one of the dumbest things ever he will laugh. It does get annoying when he asks me a lot of things and he’s always trying to be protective but thats how I know that he cares about me and he will always be there for me. We might get mad at each other once in awhile but I know when i need him his doors are always open.
You never know how it feels like until you’ve experienced it.
When you get hurt I don’t always think of physical but I think of emotional too. There’s a difference between emotionally and physically. When you get hurt emotionally you feel like someone punched you in the stomach and you just want to start crying but can’t because you feel that everyone is staring at you. Physically, you literally get punched in the stomach. Getting called names, being made fun at, and feeling lonely is more horrible than getting punched one time. You can’t erase what happened but you can get rid of your scars.
Being used like toy
I was in first grade when we moved into this beautiful, big house. It had 6 rooms and they were all big. Going to a new school, new friends, fresh start. I started school and made new friends, 2 years passed and this girl came up to me and told me “lets be best friends” and I agreed. We played together she came to my house several times, had many sleepovers and had many memories. One day in 5th grade I found out that she was just using me to come to my house and have a good time, I never knew she didn’t like me. She was just glad that she got to sleepover in a big house. I was very disappointed because I wasted 5 years of my life with that girl instead of making new friends.
Never realized how much fun I used to have
The best days were when we had nothing to do and we just stay home and play pretend all day. Every morning I tried to get up as early as possible to beat my sister and get this blue, sparkly heels that had a circle in the middle of the heel and in the middle there was a picture of cinderella. I’ll put them on and go watch t.v until my sister got up. There was only one rule in the game, whoever grabs the heels first gets to be the mom but it wasn’t because we wanted to feel like a mom but it was just because we wanted to feel all grown-up and wear heels. Now I feel that many kids want to grow up faster and don’t enjoy their childhood. I would do anything to wear those heels one last time.
I was born in a hot, humid place where every time you went outside a drop of sweat ran down your face and your skin was as sticky as gum when it gets stuck in your hair. I lived there about four years and then came to the U.S.A. I started kindergarten at Olympic View and in second grade I went to Arroyo Vista. My parents decided to go back to Culiacan when I was in fifth grade, I was excited but then at the same time I didn't want to go, but we didn't have a choice. My sister and I started school one month later after we moved to Culiacan, but it didn't feel the same. The teachers spoke Spanish instead of English. I understood them but it felt different. I didn't feel like I was home. It felt as if a monkey was in the desert instead of in the jungle. I felt like I did not belong there, even though I was born there and all my family live there my home was in the United States.
He is always there for me
Annoying, funny, nice, good listener, respectful, strong, those are just few words to describe my brother. For some reason I can never stay mad at my brother. He’s been there for me, holding my hand on the first day of kindergarten to the first day of High school. I know I can always count on him even though when he’s plays soccer and goes to work, I can call him and he will always answer, even if I say one of the dumbest things ever he will laugh. It does get annoying when he asks me a lot of things and he’s always trying to be protective but thats how I know that he cares about me and he will always be there for me. We might get mad at each other once in awhile but I know when i need him his doors are always open.
You never know how it feels like until you’ve experienced it.
When you get hurt I don’t always think of physical but I think of emotional too. There’s a difference between emotionally and physically. When you get hurt emotionally you feel like someone punched you in the stomach and you just want to start crying but can’t because you feel that everyone is staring at you. Physically, you literally get punched in the stomach. Getting called names, being made fun at, and feeling lonely is more horrible than getting punched one time. You can’t erase what happened but you can get rid of your scars.
Being used like toy
I was in first grade when we moved into this beautiful, big house. It had 6 rooms and they were all big. Going to a new school, new friends, fresh start. I started school and made new friends, 2 years passed and this girl came up to me and told me “lets be best friends” and I agreed. We played together she came to my house several times, had many sleepovers and had many memories. One day in 5th grade I found out that she was just using me to come to my house and have a good time, I never knew she didn’t like me. She was just glad that she got to sleepover in a big house. I was very disappointed because I wasted 5 years of my life with that girl instead of making new friends.
Never realized how much fun I used to have
The best days were when we had nothing to do and we just stay home and play pretend all day. Every morning I tried to get up as early as possible to beat my sister and get this blue, sparkly heels that had a circle in the middle of the heel and in the middle there was a picture of cinderella. I’ll put them on and go watch t.v until my sister got up. There was only one rule in the game, whoever grabs the heels first gets to be the mom but it wasn’t because we wanted to feel like a mom but it was just because we wanted to feel all grown-up and wear heels. Now I feel that many kids want to grow up faster and don’t enjoy their childhood. I would do anything to wear those heels one last time.