Confession Tuesday 2

1. A alright I have nothing against soccer just that everyone and I mean EVERYONE thinks I’m the best goalie of the grade which I’m not. Soccer is my worst sport and I hate it (sorry soccer fans), but that doesn’t mean I don’t enjoy the world cup, it’s just playing it

2. Alright this may sound weird, but I’m a MUSTARD LOVER!!! I mean I’m serious, once I chugged down, yes chugged down directly from the bottle of mustard, and I liked it.

3. I listen to any music, from Techno to Heavy Metal (sorry Heavy Metal hater), but the only thing I don’t like about Heavy Metal is the moron screaming in the background (yeah sorry, Nicholas I took your phrase)

4. When I’m supposedly in bed, I’m actually just texting to anyone who is online (Hey that’s my last resources, and I’m normally not tired till around midnight).

5. I WISH THERE WAS NO HOMEWORK! (Well, who doesn’t wish that)

6. I always leave my alarm on, but when it goes on I immediately smash my alarm clock, and switch off the alarm, and go back to sleep till my mom or dad come to wake me up (Yeah nobody wants to wake up for school.)

7. Yes I have chugged a glass of wine, and nearly puked it out. (Well, at least I won poker that
night, and yes Poker Texas Hold Em, oh and it was a friendly match, so no gambling.)

8. I love her, because she is beautiful, kind and smart (Hey there are many reasons...way too many to list)

9. I rather go on Skype and talk to my friends instead of doing my homework (Yeah I mean who would go for homework when you got SKYPE!)

10. I’m not as good shooting baskets in basketball as I used to be (That explains why I can’t make the basket.)

Sunday Once Again

My dad wakes me up,
reminding me that today was the day
we would go play basketball,
like every Sunday morning.
We arrive to the Kiwanis gym,
occupied.
School gym,
locked.
Outdoor basket ball court
Deserted,
Like always.
We chose the teams
Old folks VS Young.
We start to play in the scorching hot sun
realizing why it was available,
it doesn’t matter
we are here to have fun.
The score is close,
but the old guys sweat us out.
The game is over
another good Sunday.
We will beat them next time

Worldly Wise Wednesday: The Witness Point of View

Worldly Wise Wednesday: The Witness Point of View

Running Samantha burst into the police headquarters, reporting about hearing a shriek in her neighbor’s house. She thought someone had been killed. The Chief of the police derived the information, and sent out three men to check the house, and all four of them (Samantha and the three cops) headed out. They arrived to Samantha’s house at 2:00a.m the three cops were asked her to explain the situation, and so she does…

“I was Clad with layers of sweaters that night seemed to be a cold night. I had stayed up writing part my book like I do every night, when I was electrified by a shriek. This seem to sound like the same shriek my father made when he was being killed, right before my very own eyes. I endeavored not to think about it, but I surmised that my neighbor the kind old man had been succumbed. I gingerly tip-toed over the pile of book, cloths, any other things I wasn’t planning to clean up soon, and opened the door. I started to run heading down to the police station. I ran and ran, but suddenly I felt dehydrated, but it wasn’t time to have a break. I fell a few times, giving me abrasions, because it was night time and I wasen't able to see the roots of trees, but i kept going till I finally arrived into the police station.” Explains Samantha.

“Ok we will try to corroborate your story as we visit the neighbor’s house.” Says the first officer
“We will do a cursored check around the house.” Says the second officer,
“And as soon as we are done we will send a report to our chief.” Says the last officer, and they all leave.

“I hope the old man in the house is ok.” Thinks Samantha, and walks to her room, and she looks at the clock, 4:00. It seems late, so she heads to bed, but doesn’t seem to be able to sleep; the thought of the old man dying haunted her. Hours passed, and she noticed that she couldn’t sleep; she gets off her bed, and opens a drawer with an inventory of books. She needed something to get her mind thinking about something else, and she grabs the first book she sees. She crawls into her bed, and turns on the lantern, then starts to read.

At 12 in the afternoon she heads back to the police station just to find out, that the old man had been killed. The Chief had more to say, but she didn’t seem to listen, all she did was turn and walk home with the same words rebounding in her head “the old man has been killed/murdered.”

Confession Tuesday: Hot Chili Pepper


I hold the tiny red pepper in my hand, wondering if I should really eat it, if I would be foolish enough to actually eat it. I walk into Mrs. Shibutas class (yeah, yeah I know she is called Mrs. Ghough now), and I notice there is a substitute. Then I knew this was my best chance, without thinking twice I eat the pepper…
This nasty flavor pervaded my mouth as I bit into it. Then suddenly my tongue started to burn (not literally), and I start to run around the room with my tongue out. I look and see Mrs. Sanchez laughing (she was our substitute for that day).
“You know mint helps, take the spice out.” Brandon tells me, as I am grabbing I chug down the juice that I was saving for lunch.
“Well, do you have any?” I ask.
“No I don’t sorry.”
“Mrs. Sanchez may I go drink some water please.” I say with urgency. I know water doesn’t work it just spreads it more, but whatever; it is the only thing I got right now. I head back into the class still feeling my tongue burn. I knew I should have not eaten that chili, I never was spicy resistant. I did my best trying to resist as much of the spice as I could, because class had started. I sit down on my chair, waiting for the spiciness to pass. As time passed the less hot it got, till finally I felt that it wasn’t hot anymore.
The day passed like if it were any other day, and lunch time came it seemed like Mikkel had gave the chili to other people (11 others to be exact), in the past two days. Then when we get back to class (after P.E) they call me down to the office. The first thing that crossed my mind was, oh no what did I do or what was I blamed for? I slowly out of the class and I can hear people going “uuuuuuuu somebody is in trouble,” or “BUSTED!”Which seemed to be something we always did when we were in 6th grade; I walk down the stairs from the third floor, I pass the second floor, and I pass the first floor, and walk pass Mrs. Scott, into Mrs. Sosa’s office. When I get inside I look around and I see: Nicholas, Daimen, Alan, Miguel, Juan Diego, Mathiue, Mikkel, and three other people I don’t remember right now. Then Mrs. Sosa starts to talk, and when Mrs. Sosa was done we were dismissed.
When I head back to class I think about how she found out we ate the chili. Then Nicholas comes and tells me that Alan touched his eyes after he ate the pepper, and had to go to the nurse. Then I noticed that there were 12 of us, who ate it, but only 10 were in Mrs. Sosa’s office, and I suddenly recall that, Giovanni, and Prashan ate the pepper too, but didn’t get caught.

Memoir Monday: Riding the Mountain

Memoir Monday: Riding the Mountain

I walk on the route, into Medusa one of the biggest rides in the park. My dad tried convincing, and it didn’t work, but the only reason I’m stuck now with my cousin (a girl), my dad, and my smaller brother is because of my dignity…

My brother had ridden the ride exactly 11 times, and I haven’t gone in it. My brother is 10 years old, and I’m 12 I must look like the biggest scardy cat there has ever been, and I have come to clear that name.
I walk on the route and it felt short, before I know it we are at the front of the line. I felt tears in my eyes, but why, why do I have tears in my eyes? What am I so worried about? I guess I was just tense, or tired. There are four chairs so I sit on the 3 one to the right. My dad sat to my left, my cousin to my right (at the end), and my little brother at the other end. My cousin noticed I was feeling tense, and scared, so she talks to me trying to comfort me, and it does a bit. The ride got delayed, and a bit of hope sprung in to me, thinking the ride broke down so, we had to get off, but suddenly the ride started to function again. There we went up, up, and up. And before I know it we are going down, down, down. Then I’m on the giant loop, and I’m yelling, not because I’m scared, but because I’m enjoying it.

What i hope will happen this year

The six string guitar, lying
untouched, and forgotten
Rusty strings waiting
to be replaced, waiting
to be played.
with all the beautiful melody,
trap inside.

This year I hope to play guitar,
learning it's chords, and tabs, playing
the wonderful music it makes.



Sweaty and tired, but wanting more
I get ready for the drill,
watching the person i had to tackle
Kyle.
I brace myself knowing,
that I had to try.
The coach blows the whistle
we run at each other, and
before I know it I'm on the floor.
This year I hope I can tackle better in football.


Walking in the bus
remembering all the homework undone
I sit down, and grab my notebook,
thinking of what to write, but nothing.
Math, writing, reading
what else did I forget.
I look for my agenda in the
scrapyard of things, but later recalling
that I didn't write my homework, and
when I look out the window we had arrived
to school.
This year I hope to not leave things to the last moment.


waiting for the wave to crash I
start to swim on the board. I
lose my balance and fall.
how do I hope to ride the big waves
when I cant even ride the baby ones.
I try and try, but I cant seem to stand up.
the hour passed and our rental ended...
This year I hope to become a better surfer


The hay stack one on top of the other, a
big, enormous net attached to the trees behind it, the
target on the hay stack, and
a pine cone on top of each row.
five bows and only three shots, per round
only aiming for the pine cones
I fail. It doesn't even hit it,
not even close.
This year I hope to become a better archer