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. 

Juanito

It was September of 2008 and it has been a year since my great grandmother passed away, I was sitting in the bottom of my bed watching the TV, while my mother was cooking from morning until noon. The smell of the lasagna awaked my appetite; I could almost taste the cheese in my moth. I walked down stairs and asked my mother if I could have a bit of that wonderful lasagna that she had made. She told me to wait until dinner. I was anxious for night; I love the fact that my parents make specials dinners for the family. My mother asked me if I could go to buy some bread and stuff at the store. The store was 3 blocks from my house as my grandmother house, so obviously I had to pass front the house of my grandmother.

While I was walk to the store, smelling the fresh air and watching the clouds, I notice that the neighbor of my grandmother was outside, watering his flowers, his name was Juanito and doesn’t have his feet. My first impression of him was that he was very sad and he needed some help. I watched him until he turned around, I smiled to him and I said “Good morning”. He stared and said nothing. I walked away and finally I got to the store. I buy everything my mother told me. In my way back I decide not to stare at him, because I felt like I had offended him or something. When I was finally home, I went to my room I wondered how poor guy he was.

The dinner was almost ready and the people were arriving. My cousins and I were playing and watching TV, and I was so anxious for eat my piece of lasagna with extra cheese. While I was eating, I was telling my cousins and friends that my grandmother has a neighbor that doesn’t have his feet, and how sad he looks. I really wanted to be like his friend and being nice with him. When I was telling this one of my neighbors friends told me that he was kind of strange, he used to play really high music and sing with the window open so everyone can hear him.

After a while my grandmother called my mother really scared and the only things that I can hear was my mother screaming and mi father really mad. I really didn’t know what was happening. My father took his car and he go away. My mother was still talking with my mother in the phone saying: “Don’t worry mother Milton is going right there” while she was crying. I got really scared I asked my mother a thousand times what was happening but she was to stress that she doesn’t even answered once. My father came home an hour later and I asked what was happening. Finally I got an answer. My grandmother’s neighbor got really crazy and he start to throw cement blocks and paint buckets. My grandmother was freaking out and she came out and asked him what was going on, and he answered I hate you, stop spying me and stop putting chips in my house.

It was clear to me that that man was crazy. My grandmother was living alone since my great grandmother passed away and for her it was really difficult to being alone. I was really scary; I couldn’t imagine my grandmother all alone with that crazy man throwing to her that kind of stuff. My father told me that he called the police and when they were there they didn’t do anything because he doesn’t have his feet. They only take some test to him and it turns out that he takes drugs so that make him imagine that my grandmother was spying him. My grandmother called his family and told all the problems that he was making. Juanito lives alone because anyone of his family wanted him, so that makes him to take drugs. From that day I notice that you never had to underestimate anyone, even if they doest had feet because we all are the same and sometimes the first impression that we have on people are not how they really are.  

Oh, my buddy the weather!

For Some People Talking About the weather is an awkward subject to discuss on a date, and some people talk about it just because they do not have anything more to talk about. But for me the weather is a beautiful subject to talk about. I love the weather, I love how beautiful are the Change of Seasons. If one day someone asked me the question: what I like more, cold weather or hot weather? I probably would not know what to answer. I love both!

The rain is magical, I love the how the rain makes me relaxed feel, hearing the rain makes me imagined how beautiful the nature iswonderful and how great is God to nature. The rain has been my friend since birth; it has accompanied me in all the important moments of my life.  On May 27, 2010 my country, Guatemala, suffer from a natural disaster, Pacaya volcano erupted on a rainy day, making the whole city covered by ash. Some people make fun of it, and some people were worried about it. For me it was a new experience, something I haven’t seen before.  I remember that day, I was talking with the boy I liked, and he told me to go outside because it was raining sand or ash. I was impress it was something really strange I didn’t know what was happening, till I saw the news. The next day a hurricane hit our country and I was going on a date with the boy a liked, But that does not stop me from going to my date. That day was incredible it was raining, but not a typical rain; it was raining sand and ash. The boy that I like took me to the outside of the building that we where and he asked me if I wanted to be his girlfriend. I was freezing because of the rain, but I said yes. It was one of the happiest days of my life.

Sunny days are amazing, I love feeling the sun in my skin and how happy it makes me feel. On 2009, I went to Australia for my fifteenth birthday. It was an incredible trip. When I arrived on Australia the first thing that I notices was the weather, it was a hot weather for sure. I love it. Every day that I wake up it was a sunny day, it was beautiful. In front of my hotel it has a park with a lagoon. It was a lot of fun going there, because every time that the day was getting hotter we went to the park and we get into the lagoon. The last day that I was in Australia it was one of the hottest and my family and I went to the beach. I love Bondi beach. It is very beautiful and the water is really cold, you can see all the people swimming and surfing. I passed a really good time in Bondi beach with my family, swimming, walking all over the beach, talking and eating.

The next year I went to Colorado, Telluride. And in that trip I experienced a type of weather that I have not experience before, and it was the snowy weather. I adore the snow, it was incredible I play all day and night with it, I did skiing and I pass thanks giving there. One of the things I loved the most was that in thanks giving I actually saw how it snows.  We ate a lot that day and after the dinner we went outside to watch how it snows, and my sister and I played with the snow for almost 4 hours we where freezing, I could feel my hands and my face. The weather has always being with me, it is like my buddy. I know for a lot of people it is too, because weather is always with us. The weather is the one that makes you life interesting, it is like a movie without the music and the setting you don’t have movie. The same happens in your life without the weather our lives would be boring and not interesting. So we have to enjoy the weather. 

My Childhood Memories

It is not difficult for me to talk about my childhood. I was really happy kid. I lived in a place full of love and happiness.  I consider myself a Disney fanatic since a little kid. When I was 3 years old I loved to watch Disney movies, those movies were the best. I pass all the day sitting in my little chair watching Mickey and Minnie Mouse, Donald, Daisy, Goofy and Pluto. So big was my obsession with Disney that I had my room full of princesses, Disney movies, toy story toys, and even the sleepy beauty castle. For the age of 4 I had my first visit to Disney. It was magical, the best trip ever and I still remember about everything. My daddy took me to Minnie’s house, I was literally in shock. I always dream about a house like that. When I was 5 years my little sister was born. I was so happy. Finally someone I can play with. My sister always was my partner in every game we played. I remember that we fix always the sofa so we can make it look like a house. We played there for hours, even for days. We played about everything. We have a lot of imagination; we even invent our own games. It was so much fun to create our own adventures. My mother was too one of the best persons to create stories, games and adventures. I remember one day that she tells us a story about a magic bus, and every time that we were in the car we imagine that that magic bus was our car. The first day of school was really interesting for me, because it was my birthday. That day I get lost in the school I was really scared, but a teacher grabbed my hand and took me to my classroom. I loved my school al the kids were very nice and friendly. That day I made more than 10 friends. My favorite thing to do in the school was singing English songs. Reassess was the best thing for me at kinder garden.  My friends and I always play “family” it was really funny, because we were only girls and the girls that was the father always get mad at us because she doesn’t wanted to be a boy. I loved to do sleepovers with my friends, every single birthday I celebrate, I made a sleepover. We sleep really late. Well, in that time 9:00 pm was really late. We eat a lot of candies and fast food. We played barbies all the night. I loved to celebrated my birthday, not only because of the gift, but because I pass a really good time with my friends and family. When I was 8 years I get appendicitis, because that my dad is a doctor I don’t get so sick. My parents took me really quickly to the hospital. The surgery was really fast and it wasn’t so painful.  I wasn’t scared, instead I was really excited. I mean, it was a new adventure. When I went back to my house I can only eat soup and ice cream. I love ice cream so that was good news for me. I remember that, that week was bimestrial, but in that time I was a “A” student so there was no trouble. While I was resting in my house, my favorite channel was “Nickelodeon”. I pass all day watching Hey, Arnold, Clarissa, Rugrats, Rocko's modern life, etc…  Those programs took a really important place in my childhood. I had all the toys from nickelodeon and I imagine that my toys had life, but in the day they sleep and in the night they wake up so they can take care of me, but I was a secrete because if someone one day discovers it out they can be in danger. So I never tell anyone my secret. I really had an awesome childhood I don’t regret anything about it. The most important thing that happened in my life is in my childhood. All those memories are so important for me I am so happy and thankful about everything that happened.