I mean, he is everything (Extra credit)

There is this guy, he is really cute, I mean he is totally hot. I met him a few months back; he’s one of my cousins´ friends. Actually he is my cousins’ best friend. When I first saw him I didn’t pay any attention to him, he was just a regular guy.

I caught him staring at me a few times but I didn’t really care. Since that day I thought I would never see him again, but I did. Turns out he is in my school! At first I just saw him during lunch time playing soccer or just talking to his friends, I don’t know why something about him caught my eye…

For the first few weeks of school, I didn’t see him much but when I did we just stared at each other with that awkward kind of look. A few weeks later he started saying hi to me every time he saw me or walked beside me, I thought he was just being polite, considering he is my cousins best friend. So of course I said hey back with a smile on my face, you know I was just being polite. From this point on, everything started developing. He added me on Facebook where our conversations grew each time we spoke to each other, we had the longest conversations and the funniest ones. In school we talked all the time, I was beginning to fall for him. He was so sweet, really funny, and for me, there is nothing more attractive in a guy then his humor.

He could make me smile in my saddest days, he could make me laugh on my most bitter days, and just seeing him could make me happy. He was incredible, what I loved the most about him were his eyes, his big brown eyes. He had that kind of look that could just go through your soul; I could feel his eyes looking inside me. I knew he liked me, I could feel it through my bones. The feeling I got was amazing, knowing he liked me back. I felt butterflies all over my body not just in my belly, I felt like I couldn’t breathe properly when I was with him, my heart would go right through my chest from how hard it was beating, my hands would get all sweaty and slippery, and I could not help but smile.

We kept on talking every day and eventually he confessed. He told me those three word, the three words that changed everything… he told me “I like you”. Those words took me to the moon and back, I was so shocked he finally told me the words I was waiting for for a long time. It took me a while to respond, actually I didn’t know what to say, I didn’t know if I could even speak. I took a breath and said to him, “I like you too”. A huge smile was suddenly drawn over his face, and I was so nervous I just laughed. We stayed there looking at each other until he reached out to hug me. That hug was indescribable, I felt so safe in his arms I didn’t want him to stop hugging me. I looked at him for a second until all I could see was his lips. I saw his lips coming so close, I knew he was going to kiss me, and he did. Our first kiss. I never felt that feeling I was suddenly feeling all over my body. It was exciting; it was beautiful, and simply amazing.

The next day I couldn’t help but think about the kiss. I was wondering when I would see him again, when he would call, when would he show up, when I would stop thinking about him. A year had passed since I met him and I am still in love, I still feel the same butterflies I felt when I met him, and I know this relationship will last a long time, if not for forever.

Changing life for just a short period of time, is not a big deal...

I remember this as the palm of my hand…

I was ten years old; I remember my first day on my exchange-school. I wake up early that morning just waiting to see my room, but no, there I was just in an estrangers room, then someone entered my room, I almost felt like it was a dream, he the man that I saw on internet. Oh, now I remember he’s Brooke’s daddy, my exchange-program sister. He just pop-out his head into my room to say, “Hi there Rise-and-Shine it’s time to bath, is your first day of school”.

Great! I just got out of my school in Guatemala and here I’m in another school, “Well just go with it Stephanie”, I said to myself as I got all the thing I needed, my toothbrush for later, my underwear, the uniform that they’d given me the day before (ugliest uniform I had ever seen), some sucks, and the pair of shoes I had brought from my house, well I think I’m done so let see, I pop-out my head to watch if someone was watching me and to see were the bathroom was, there at the end of the hall, “Well Stephanie now slowly, slowly, slowly”, “HI” someone said I just ran of to my room again and into my bed, because I didn’t wanted anyone else watching me on my pajamas. As I just sat someone entered my room, “Hey Brooke” I said with a little voice, “Hi” she said and she sat on my bed, then she asked, “Well are you got to bath or not because mom says we better hurry if we don’t want to get late to school”, “I’m going” I said as I walk behind her following to the bathroom, she explained me how to use the bathtub and were the towels were, then she left leaving me all alone in the bathroom, I locked the door and bath. I got dressed in less that five minutes, then hurried up to were the kitchen was and sat down waiting for the mom to give me my dinner, but them five minutes passed and I got bored so I went to Brooke’s room she told me we were going to have dinner on the school and got all her things ready. As soon as she looked at me, just sitting on her bed she said, “Hey are your things ready?” I didn’t even had a backpack so she gave me one and went to get some things before they called us.

When we finally got ready we went to the dad’s car and sat there as he came in with some papers on the hands. He turned the car on and got on the way to school, I was starting to feel homesick, just watching the window thinking about nothing but at the same time thinking about everything. We finally got to school, well here I was, THIS was my moment the moment that will decided everything, ok Stephanie are you READDDDDDYYYYY! Well, no really, I didn’t even had time to finish my encourage speech to myself, because Brooke had already hold my hand and gotten me all running. Well I guess I just have to go with the flow. We entered the school crossed a few hall until we were out in the school-park. There was where the real race started. She went from one side to another holding my arm tight showing to everyone as if I was some type of gift, or some estrange creature. Every time I was going to say Hi to the person she pulled me of and to another person, so I guess she’d just happy for me been here with her, but really, this is starting to annoyed me, then the miracle happened. The bell rang and all the boys and girls that were there, started to form a line in front of the door that held into the school. I didn’t know were I was supposed to be so I just stood there. A hand hold mine as if we were best friend from all the life and said, “Hi”, I’m Andrew, you must be the exchange girl, come with me I’ll get you with Brooke. He pulled slowly my hand guiding me into the second line were he passed through the girls line leaving me there while he got into the boy’s line. Then he just gave one of those smiles that can make shine the world.

WAIT... WHAT? (Extra credit)

There I was sitting on the green grass between all those trees blocking the sun from getting on my skin, I was starting feeling a little cold, so I picked up the sweater that I had and put it on, and continue writing my novel, I had been like that for like 2 hours just sitting there waiting for the inspiration to get me, the only thing that I had written was, “Here I am waiting for you” well I had choose that title, therefore, I had nothing else on the paper.

This was my first week on this town, I had no friends at all, so I had no one no talk to, all my friends from my last town had lost contact with me, the only thing I had was my dog. Suddenly a voice interrupted my thought making me jump a little, between all the darkness I saw a little head appear, illuminated by a little of sun, it was him, the boy from school, the one that they all talk about, the boy everyone wanted to date, he was there just walking to me, his eyes were like honey, his mouth was just perfect, his hair was just original, cute, handsome, and his nose was just so thin but with the perfect structure, he just sat next to me waiting for something, maybe for me saying hi, or to ask him something, I couldn’t talk at all, I was like if my voice was gone. We just stood there waiting for one of us to talk. It was late so I stood up but something stopped me, a hand, holding my arm, wow it was strong, I lowed my head to see at him, he just was there with a sad but curious face. “What are you doing?” I asked with a mad face, he just stood there and pulled me like saying to sit down, as I did he started to move close to me, so close that I could even feel his breath. I knew it would happen, he would kiss me, I just could feel it, but no he let me go and said “Why are you like that?” he asked, I didn’t knew what to say, so I asked “Like what?” he just stood there with a face new to me, a love face, a face I’ve thought someone would never make to me, pulling me close he kissed me, with so much love, so much feeling. Then he pulled me away making a winner face and said to me “I thought this moment would never happened” he raised up, pull me with him and said “Will you run away with me?” I just stood quiet saying nothing, without an expression on my face just thinking, well let see, you’ve only knew him for like ten minutes and he wants to run away with you, to who knows were, only you and him, wait what the hell are you thinking come on’ tell him that you don’t want to go, or that he is crazy.

He waited for my answer; I just kissed him and said “Sorry”. I ran the faster I could, only leaving dust and my notebook behind, I just turned once to see him the last time before I got home. I ran between all those trees feeling lonely, so mad at myself for doing these, but I knew this was the right thing to do, I thought I was going to my house but at the middle of the forest I stopped, all looked the same as if I never moved, then I realized I had been circles in the same place, but wait, there near my notebook was somebody sleeping, I ran to him, the boy, he was the same but now his eyes were with no spark just as if they were dying, I started to cry, cause I knew it was all my fault for not running away with him, I cuddled up with him at my side, I felt as we were only the two of us in the world as if he was mine and I was all his, but, just at that moment I felt something on my right hand just were he has, I looked at my hand as if I couldn’t believe it was blood. The only thing at that moment that I could think of was of making the sleeping beauty break-spell, I kissed him just at that moment a light started to feel all the forest, and I knew it wasn’t the Sun’s light. Then I just waked up, on my green-painted room, full of pictures of my friends. I went down stairs looking out for my parents; I only found a note “We went to an emergency meeting, feed yourself up”. I had breakfast and went to my room to watch T.V. just before I turned on the T.V. the ring sounded, I went downstairs to see what they wanted, just when I opened the door I saw him, the boy of the dream, the one from school, the only thing that could get out of my mouth was “Wait, are you kidding me??”

I JUST… NEVER THOUGHT ABOUT IT

I stayed quietly during the long conversation, eating the huge bag of Tortrix. I just finished them; she was talking about her favorite food and how for the first time she tasted it, until suddenly she starts crying. It was weird, she was so happy just a moment ago and three seconds later she starts crying…

This is how I met one of the funniest and most annoying person, with a sad story behind her.

It all started on the first day of school, I was so anxious to go back and see all the known faces of my friends, but besides that, I was really nervous because for the first time I was on the high school’s building. Coming back, sitting on a desk in which you are supposed to be sited until the rest of the year, sounded creepy, and being one of the little ones in high school, even more.

When we went to reassess, everyone started laughing and talking about us, for being the little ones in school, that was one of the most embarrassing moments. But now I’m almost a senior, so we are the ones who bother and laugh about the little ones, I think its something normal but cruel at the same time. But lets get back to that reassess; I was going down to the cafeteria, until I heard a girl screaming my name behind me. I turned around and I didn’t recognize that face, I just remember Carmen introduced us and that her name was Jacky but that was all.

She was tall, brown and had curly hair, but her hair was so weird I mean, the only thing you could see were curls and it was so spongy, her face looked like the girl that appears in “Moppets” it’s a movie I think or I don’t know I haven’t seen it, and of course she was so thin, but besides that she would still say she was fat.

She came running, like if we had known each other for really long years, and told me that she was going that way too so she asked if she could come with me, I didn’t want to sound cruel and because she was new, I agreed. We both were going to buy a sandwich, and since she asks me to come with me until we reach the cafeteria, I have just known her long long life. While we were ordering our sandwiches, she didn’t even stop talking about just… whatever, her life, about boys and stuff I just can’t remember. Just for you to know, I’m one of those persons who like to talk and comment about things, but she talked and talked that I couldn’t even take a breath, she started getting so annoying.

Since that moment I couldn’t get her off my back, it sounds cruel and mean but it was the truth, so I continued acting as if I liked her. I start hanging out with Carmen and some other friends and there she was, talking like always, I tried to ignore her.

Until one day she invited me to a sleepover at her house, eventually as everyone of my group agreed, I agreed obviously. When I arrived to her house, I saw that it was a beautiful house it was painted with yellow and red colors, when we went upstairs we went to her bedroom that was near the stairs, it was painted blue with a lot of posters on her wall, her bed and a desk in which I supposed she do her homework, I put my stuff on the chair near the desk and we started waiting on the bed while waiting for the others to come over, but nobody did. So I think it was going to be just the two of us.

We started to talk, we were in the kitchen drinking some hot tea with a huge bag of Tortrix, and believe me or not, I found out she was interesting; she started confessing a lot of things. One of them was why she came to my school, and how she felt being the “new kid”, there were no good reasons to tell you the truth, she was kind of sad when she told me that , and so on… I feel bad because I was one of those persons that made her life on school miserable even thought she didn’t know the truth behind the lie. She started telling me things I would never think about her. I stayed quietly during the long conversation, eating Tortrix, I just finished them; seriously it was so interesting, she was talking about her favorite food and how she proved it, until suddenly she started crying. It was so weird and rare because she was so happy and three seconds later she started crying, I asked her what was wrong, but she refused to tell me. I was so shocked that I tried to convince her, until she told me the phrase I would never forget, it was horrible, a nightmare, EVERYTHINGGGGGG! But good, she told me “I am anorexic and a bulimic” OH MY GOD! Seriously I just… FREAKED OUT!!!! I didn’t know what to do so I stayed there watching her for a long time, even when I write and tell this story my hands still tremble. When she told me about it, she made me promise that I would never talk to anyone about this, and I promised.

Going back to reality was difficult, I just couldn’t even see her as I saw her before, as “the girl that never shut up” but I tried to help her. The first thing I wanted to do was to tell her mom, or a teacher, but I promised her I wouldn’t open my mouth. Since that I still blame myself for not being a real friend and trying to help her, but when you are in those situations the only thing you don’t want to do is make that person feel even worst. She didn’t help to pass throw all this, her lunch box was filled with food, DELICIOUS FOOD, and even that she didn’t open it, she just left the food there. She starts becoming thinner every day; she looks like a skull or something like that, her grades were becoming lower than ever, and just imagine before she told me that her grades were between 70s and 80s and after that she got zeros, 30s and so on… I tried to help her, by telling her those things but she didn’t pay me any attention or she just say “I don’t know why I told you this, I regret it”.

It was the end of last year and she started eating less and less than she did before, even a tree looked fatter than her… Since that day I realized that some people can have pain inside, and even though there are some people who make them feel more pain, they can still seem strong…

This is what I just asked...

I’m sitting in the rocking chair, actually, doing nothing. I’m on the computer with my head and my body on a position like if I’m on my bed, I’m writing, the only thing I can hear is the playing song “You belong to me” from Taylor Swift out loud, and some kind of laughs out there that I can really get the point of them, it’s so cold that I had put myself up three times to get more cloth to keep me warm. I’m watching how a significant person can take away the attention of one of the most important person in your life, actually two of them, and still I continue acting like if nothing happens.

Since last year my mom starts dating someone, I didn’t put full attention because I was stressed of my trip and school’s first day coming, that I didn’t have time for my mom’s problems. When she talked to me about him, I wasn’t paying attention to what she was saying, until I heard “I truly love him”, those four words together, making sense and running throw my head like a minute and realizing that my mom had just said that, was a new feeling, I had never seen my mom so in love since, since I don’t know… forever maybe?

When my mom had one month of dating him, she decided to bring him home. I was so nervous, more than her, to finally have the opportunity to meet him. All this month I imagined him old, with some gray hair, lovely, tall, kind, and a good person as my mom replied every day. Before I saw him for the first time, my mom told me to added him to Facebook, when I saw him the whole picture I had of him on my mind got totally erased. The only sentence that run throw my head while I was looking at his pictures where “Damn, where do my mom found this one?”

It was around six o’clock, I was on my room getting dressed hearing music when the phone rings, it was he, my mom picks up the phone, I put my face out my room to hear who it was and what my mom was saying, until I heard, “Okay, hold on I will go out and open the door”. My nervousness leave my body, thanks God, and I went down stairs, directly to the kitchen, I pick a glass and went to the freezer and put some cold water, after three seconds of drinking my water I heard some footsteps coming throw the front door, and it was he with my mom, I didn’t want to leave the kitchen, I was so shy that I keep waiting there for my mom to call my name and to come and say hello, but she didn’t, I think she forget it or something, so I went out and I just saw my mom kissing him, they start acting randomly when they noticed I was looking at them. My mom introduced us, when I saw him I saw an old man, gray gray hair, around 1.70cm tall, a little bit fat, and he looks like a Golden Retriever dog, his smell was awesome as he took me closer to his chest to give me a hug, and his personality was nice with no problems, he starts making jokes with my mom and he passed the whole night asking my sister and me questions about life, I felt like if he was a total stranger that want to take us or something. My first impression was that he were the man I was just asking God to came and make my family happy, and that he’s not going make my mom feel angry as she used to be and I will hang out more with me friends.

By the months all I expected occurred, I start going more out, he took my mom to places at night, and my life was really nice since he appear on it.

But life is never as in movies, happy, so problems start arriving. The man I used to think he was, starts turning backwards to the man I’d never imagine of. My mom starts changing with me, she never puts me attention, and she was only talking of him saying how happy she was to find him. I got very mad like every day and by the days passed I start getting even madder, and my mom still acting like if she didn’t noticed how I feel. My life starts getting like a horrible nightmare, I would be glad to wake up, but I didn’t, all this bad nights and afternoon continue during two months. When he was home my mom didn’t put us attention, but when he wasn’t my mom was a total number one fan of him, seriously, she was so so so so in love, that the love she had start bothering.

Months passed, he continue making my life miserable, and the sad part was that he give me everything I wanted or asked for and try to make me happy in order to like him, but I was so angry that I never feel like being happy with him.

By the time, I start thinking that if I was going to continue acting like a little baby and trying to get their attention was never going to work. So I start acting like if I was happy with him, because actually, he wasn’t the one of the problem, it was my mom, so I start changing and by the time I realized that he was AWESOME, I start laughing every time he came over my house, and for now sometimes he make my mom change but he knows what I feel when he do it so he try to tell my mom. We act like a  family, I had never felt that sensation of sharing with a “Dad” and that’s why I feel weird when it all starts, but now I can say that this is what I just asked since my mom got divorced, and we stay alone. 

Coming Back Home

 It was horrible, it all starts when I was ten years old, I just came back from school entered my playroom and everything was different. Imagine that place where you used to go and play all days and nights and now it became a place were you are supposed to just sit down on a chair and work on a desk, it was a nightmare for a girl of ten years.

I used to have a lot of toys, because my mom was one of those who like their kids to be happy and play.

My playroom was a place that every little kid dreams of, it has everything, toys, TV, and a castle, that was made with the material they use for tents, in which I used to play as if I was a princess or sleep when a friend come over my house. When my friends used to come and play, everybody was so anxious because they could play anywhere, and everything only girls really liked to play because I didn’t have boy’s toys.  

It is located on the first floor of my house, as you entered my house from the front door is the first room at the right. When you opened the door it is a “horrible disaster” as my mom used to said, the only thing you saw were toys and things on the floor, walls painted of my beautiful drawings, lines of a lot of colors actually, when I drew them I supposed those were princes or stuff because my mom used to tell that when I draw on walls I always said like, “look this is Snow White playing with animals” and it was so funny because when you saw the drawings they all look like lines and lines and my circles actually looks like squares, it was fun.

So when you give one step into the room, you feel that smell of baby dolls, or my perfume, because I used to play with dolls and treat them like really babies since I used to see how my mom take care of my little sister. It was a horrible smell I remember, because I put like the whole bottle on them, I also love painting their nails and they look pretty cool, original I would said, I also paint their hair and cut it.

The room was painted with white and an edge in the middle of the wall with horses and baby’s stuff. I used to have furniture with a lot of drawers in which I put all my Barbie’s cloth. At the end of the room, in one of the corners I have a kitchen, it was a little kitchen with a lot of fake food, plates and everything a kitchen has, and behind it I have a McDonald’s cash register, with its menu and a lot of McDonald’s food on it, it was all colored red, it also have those little bags of ketchup, and its Sundays it had everything, also hot cakes with their honey. At the end of the room was a window, in which I used to play as if the people was there ordering McDonald’s and I was the one in charge of make the food and give it to them.

On the other corner was the washer, fake actually, it was so little, you can put cloth on it and just pull a lever up and down and the cloth moves as if you were washing it, and then comes the dryer, in which you have to do the same as the washer, and at the end was a little table in which you put the cloth and take the iron and start ironing it, it was all white and the washer has kind of a window in which you can see the cloth moving, and the rest of the dryer was blue, it was all joint together.

In the wall behind the door, long wall actually, were located all my Barbie’s with their houses, cars and clothes, it was a disaster, because I hated put all in order, and I used the excuse of “I am playing and I will live it like that because I will continue later” and I actually don’t it all stay the same for weeks.

At the middle of the room were all my babies with their diapers, carriages, baby carriers and all the cloth all packed in order as if they were real babies, I also have that place where you change them, and on the sides it has its powders and baby cream and toys in case the baby starts crying. The furniture has a lot of drawers in which I put all their cloths and put in order all the baby stuff.

It actually looks like a circle where you can only surround it, and play, but nobody saw that place clean, only five minutes after my employed cleans it, but after that it was a whole mess.  This place, in which I used to spent most of my time until I was ten years old, it was never the same as it was before, because now you enter and it looks like an office, with books, papers and desks. The day I came back and saw my playroom like an office I cry a lot, as if somebody died, it was horrible, imagining that you’ll never played with that again. Since that day I never played I get really mad with my mom, that was one of the most horrible nightmares of my infancy, that I would always remember.