( Year 1996 )
**I was 8 years old and chris was 9... we were in the 4th grade...we were in the part of the day where we learn a little of Spanish and this lil boy comes in the class and tells the teacher that my mom was downstairs in the office...**
little boy: excuse me a girl named alica gotta go to da office cuz her mama is downstairs.
class: ooooooooohhhhhhh
teaher: That's enough!!! Alicia you need to go to the office
me: ok (i get up and walk out of the class room with my head up)
little boy: (walkin right next to me) are u in trouble?
me: no y u say dat
little boy: cuz when my mama comes to the skool dat means i'm in trouble
me: well i didn't do anything wrong so i'm not in trouble
little boy: O...what class was that?
me: spanish
little boy: u know spanish?
me: yea a little bit
little boy: say somethin then
me: dang u ask alot of questions
little boy: no i don't
me: yes u do...and what is yo name anyway?
little boy: my name chris...now talk in spanish
(we finally reached the office...so i opened the door)
me: (i looked at him) tu es muy stupido...adios pinga
**when i said dat i remember my mama walkin up behind me and hittin me on my butt**
(A/N:: my mama knows spanish too she learned from her godmother...and she kinda taught me)
m/m: APOLOGIZE TO HIM RIGHT NOW!!!!
me:( i saw my mama over my shoulder) but he doesn't know wut i said
m/m: NOW ALICIA!!!
me: (i looked at chris) sorry
m/m: what did i tell u about dat...i betta not hear u say dat again
me: ok ma
**chris was just standin there lookin confused cuz he didn't know y i was in trouble**
m/m: (talkin to chris) she wont say dat to u again
chris: umm ok
m/m:here and don't spend it all (she handed me $10)
me: ok
m/m: now go baq to class (she kissed my nose..and walked away)
me: bye ma
***i started walking back to my class...and left chris standing in front of the office...we went to lunch...and pretty soon school was over...........after school i was waiting on my grandma to pick me up....and chris spots me***
chris: hey girl!!
me: my name is alicia
chris: i know dat..anyway tell me what u said
me: boy what r u talkin about?
chris: when you said wutever u said in spanish
me:O (i start laughin)i said that u were very stupid and i called u a dick ( i kept laughin)
chris:das not funny
me:yea it is
chris:no its not...anyways u waitin on yo mama?
me:y u always askin questions?
chris:cuz das wut i do
me:u need to stop...but i'm waitin on my grandma if u must know
chris:O...well when is she comin?
me:dang boy i don't...she'll get here when she get here..when is yo ride comin?(i said gettin annoyed)
chris:i don't know my mama be comin late and stuff so i just go play basketball until she get here
me:O
(we were just standin there and not sayin anything...until...)
chris:u know how o play basketball?
me:no chris
chris:O............well do u want to watch me play?
me:no chris
chris:man y u keep sayin no?
me:cuz i don't want to play basketball, i don't want to watch u play basketball...i just want to sit here and wait on my grandma...ok chris
chris:dang ok...well can I...(gco)
me:boy if u ask me another question im gonna scream
chris:ok well i'm out
me: bye
***the next day in skool i didn't see chris until afta skool while i was waitin on my ride...he walked up to me and just stood there next to me***
me:can i help u with something?
chris:i didn't say nothin to did i?
me:no
chris:ok then
me:so y u standin there
chris:cuz i want to
***he just stood there playin with his basketball...and i was bored out of my mind so.....***
me:r u gonna play basketball today?
chris:yeah, when my friend get out of detention
me:o....when is he gettin out of detention?
chris:at like 4
me:O...well i'm bored u want to play with me?
chris:i thought u was waitin on yo ride
me:i am but i'm bored so do u want to play or not?
chris:yeah
me:ok
***so we went to the basketball court and he was doin all dis stuff and then shootin the ball and makin baskets and i just watched cuz i couldn't play***
Chris:i thought u said u was gonna play with me
me:i don't know how to play basketball so i'll just watch
chris:all u gotta do is shoot the ball in the basket
me:aight give me the ball
(he threw me da ball and i was about to shoot it)
chris:wait wait wait u holdin da ball all wrong and everything
me:what u mean...u said all i gotta do is shoot da ball in the basket
chris:but u gotta hold it right tho
(he showed me how to hold the basketball and i shot and missed...but the second time i made it...then my grandama pulled up)
me:well i gotta go
chris:aight bye
me:bye
***in the car with my grandma***
g.ma:who is dat?
me:dis boy named chris
g.ma:is he your friend?
me:no
g.ma:(she just smiled)O ok
me:y u smilin?
g.ma:cuz i want to...don't u smile?
me: yeah
g.ma:ok then
***everyday afta that me and chris would go to the basketball court and he would teach me how to play...We became bestfriends in the 5th grade...He had my baq and i had his...***
