Chapter 4

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I wake up late. It is 7:45. "Why didn't anybody wake me?",I think to myself. I skip breakfast and walk into the bathroom. I open the cabinet and find a huge stash of drugs. It is probably Isabel's. The kids often went inside the cabinet and took some drugs but they never got caught. Ever. If they ever did get caught they would somehow find a way to blame it on me. I brush my teeth and my thick hair. I put on a green sweater, red infinity scarf, green pants, and red boots." I look like Christmas threw up on me." I think to myself but I don't care how I look. I stopped caring a long time ago.

I walk out the door and run to school so I could get there on time.When I get there it is 7:59. I rush to my locker to get my books but a boy is standing in my way. Not just some ordinary boy the most popular boy in school, John Peterson.

"Move out of my way, John", I say.

''Make me, Christmas tree." he says. John has always been rude to me.

Suddenly my Mexican best friend, Carlos punches him over and over and over again. John's nose starts to bleed but Carlos continues to punch him.I should tell him to stop but I don't want him to. The principal comes over and says " Boys, stop! You two need to follow me to my office" she says. They stop immediately and get up.

" You need to get to class" she says pointing to me. She walks away and I watch the boys walk inside her office.

I gather my books and get to class. "What will happen to Carlos?" I think to myself. Will he get a suspended or expelled or worse deported. I am the only one who knows his secret that he is an illegal immigrant. Carlos and I are very different but we have one thing in common. We are both struggling to live our lives freely.

I don't pay attention in any of my classes. I am too worried about Carlos. Finally, he is there at lunch. I give him a hug and ask" What happened?"

" I will spend everyday after school in detention.I had to beg them not to expel me. I just wanted to stand up for you."

" But you didn't have to" I say.

" But I wanted to." he says.

There is a silence between us. I don't know what to say to him.His face is filled with sorrow. Then lunch ends. I give him a hug and a kiss on the cheek and I walk away. " I feel so bad for him" I think to myself.

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