My Dudie (extra points)

It was April of 2009 and I was in 8^th grade. It seems that I had a lot of good friends. We laughed, we gossiped, we had a lot of adventures, But for some estrange reason when I met Paola Sanchez my perspective of seen a friend really change. Paola and I had never been such good friends until we went to Florida to a dance competition. We were very excited about the idea of going to Florida without our parents; however I was a little scared of being in another country with a lot of responsibilities. 

The day finally came; we were in the airport waiting for the plane to come. We both were nervous but at the same time really happy about it. When we were in the plane, Paola was besides me. we were talking and suddenly the lady of the plane passes a paper to fill. I didn’t understand for what the paper was, so I fill it all wrong. When we arrive at Florida I had some problems with that, but instead of been scared Paola and I laugh about it. After the incident at the airport we took a bus that took us directly to the Hotel. While we were on our way to the hotel I took Paola’s phone. It wasn’t my intention to look at her photos but suddenly a picture of one of my friends showed up. She was very nervous. I asked her if she liked him, but she said no. I tell her that he was one of my friends and he lived really closed to my house. When I mention that she confessed me her feelings to him. In part it was a good idea to tell her because it makes her day and we can have a really good conversation about that, but it turns out in a really bad idea. Everything that she talks about was about him and I was getting tired.

When we arrive at the hotel, it was night and some girls decided to go to the pool. We stayed in the room watching Sponge Bob. It has been the funniest episode that I have ever seen. I don’t know if it was funny because of Sponge Bob or it was because I was having a really good time with Paola. That night we talk about everything, we laugh, we make some antics and if you are wondering… yes, we talk about the boy that she likes. We have a lot of fun that night, but the next day that fun turns out in pain. The next day was the jazz classes and we practiced 6 hours in a road. While we were taking the jazz classes we were talking about how this trip was going to make us lose weight and it doesn’t even pass through our mind the pain that we were going to feel the next day.

The next day you can’t even imagine the pain that we feel. We feel pain in every single muscle that we have and even in muscles that we didn’t even know we have. The pain was horrible but for some strange reason we laugh about the pain. The pain was like when you hit your little toe with the wall only that it was in your whole body and joined with the feeling you got when someone is making you tickles. That next day we had to make the same routine, it was horrible, but when I think about it I can’t remember the pain I only remember the pain I got in my belly because Paola and I laugh so hard.

When we were in our way back to Guatemala and I couldn’t stop thinking of how wonderful trip I had with my friend Paola. I would never forget that amazing trip that I had with her, because that makes us really closed. Paola is my best friend but she became more than that, she became one of the most important person in my life. We are so closed now that we even had nicknames that no one else has. We call each other “ Dudies” . That word for me represents, not only best friends, but also soul sisters, family, incredible person, good heart and unique. And I have no doubt that Paola Sanchez is all that and even more. She is, and always be my Dudie!  

My First Date

Like most every girl, I wanted to be noticed by the opposite sex. I was more than ready to be dating; I mean I was 15 years old. However, I was practical ignored, and that make me feel unwanted and inferior of all the gorgeous, popular girls from my school. Eventually my self-confident started to decayed, and I even started to think that there was something wrong with me. I had always wanted to date a good boy a not a jerk, a religious boy, although most of the boys I knew weren’t like that, so that really cut my options.

Then one Monday, everything changed. I arrive to my catholic group, ready to greet all new because it was the first day. The first thing I notices was a boy standing in front of one of my friends, so when I went to said hi to my friend I obviously had to said hello to the new boy. That day we became really good friends, we laughed at everything and he was really nice with me. At the night I got a call. It was my best friend telling me what I think about that new boy. I didn’t know why she was telling me that, but I answer her that he was really cute and funny. Five minutes later, I receive one message in my cell phone it was the new boy. He told me if I would like to go out with him tomorrow. My heart started to beat really hard and I feel butterflies in belly. But I wasn’t sure if the feeling I got was because I liked him or was because no one ever had asked me for a date. I didn’t know what to answered I was really nervous I hardly knew him. But I said yes.

It was already the day of my first date. I wasn’t that nervous at all, but at the time pass the nervous started to grow. My hair was really messy so I told my mother if I could go to the beauty salon. My mother was more nervous than I was, so she took me really fast and started to tell me that I had to look really beautiful. It was already 4:00 pm and I was still in the beauty salon, and I had to be in the mall at 3:30 pm. The new boy started to called. It was really embarrassing, I mean it was my first date and I was going late. Finally I arrived to the mall, I was so nervous everything went on silent and I could only hear my heart beating faster, and suddenly I start to think “what happen if I messed up everything?” “What about if he thinks I’m loser?” while I was wondering all that stupid questions, he showed up.

First we went to buy some cafe and we sat down to talk about ourselves. We talk like four hours, we laugh we talk about what we hate what we like and what for us the most important things in the world. But suddenly I feel that it wasn’t a romantic date, it was more like a friends date. I pass a really good time with him but I didn’t feel that chemistry that I had thought that I will feel. After we finish talking we went to watch a movie, I was wondering may be watching a movie can change the feeling that Im feeling, may be it would be more romantic, but it wasn’t. Instead we don’t even talk, and the time that we talk it was to laugh about the movie and comment how funny the movie was.

When the movie finish my mother was already waiting for me in the parking lot. I said goodbye and thanks him for everything. When I was already in my house I started to think that the beats of my heart and the butterflies in my belly was only the nervous of the first date and it wasn’t that I had feelings for him. The time pass and he became my best friend we talk about everything and we pass a lot of great and incredible times together. I don’t know what I would do without him.