Me the tomboy, crushing on the sweet cute guy?

Just a tomboy.

So I'm walking home from working at Fancy Foot. I hate that store! So many imperious acting spoiled barbies walking in and out, I mean come on here ladies isn't there any other shoe store you guys can go to? WHY THIS ONE?

I've always tried to not "judge a book by it's cover", but they've always been bitchy to me so as far as I'm concerned that's the impression they gave me, not even a hint of nice!

 Some times more of the elders give me tips every once in a while, their's this certain sweet old lady that comes to Fancy foot to get some prescrition foot wear because she has an extra bone on both of her feet and the sneaker her doctor prescribed are specially made here with extra cushining and width to not hurt the bottom of her feet. Well, every time she goes here she leaves me about a ten dollar tip, some of the times she gives me more.Every time she comes we always talk about life and how we've been some times she reminds me of my grandma in a way. Different appearence but their both alike in expereance and personality, ha ha not to be rude, but we make fun of the barbies that come in every once in a while.

I guess this is the only place where their precious high heels are found. Their so wussy I mean they can't even imagine having to try on shoes having someone try on those shoes before. Back where my parents came from you'd be lucky you could even AFFORD shoes.

My parents are mexican and they come from a small pueblo called Tlacuitapa located in Mexico, Guadalajara. My dad had his papers set up by my grandma and then my mom yep typical racist comment she literally jumped the border, back then immigration wasn't as bad, don't worry calm your horses my mom did the american test and she passed so she's not illegal. It's a test in english and you basiclly take it to prove that you have "American" material and then you vouch to have your heart to this country,etc. Luckily my mom passed it, and then VOILA then came, me Zema.

Yeah, yeah, weird name, I know. I've had some retards actually think I was freaking Australien! I mean c'mon AUSTRALIEN? I don't really look mexican.

I have a light skinned color, a bit sun kissed, freckles,darkish brown eyes, and medium/light brown hair. I died it a few months ago though to a reddish dark brown,but I spend my time doing lots of exercise outside and it's a weird a bit orangish in the sun, lightish caramel brown color. I HATE my hair seriously it starts out flat at the top and then when it hits my chin it starts getting all wavy,and not seperate wavy but as in wavy all the same, I think that's sort of confusing...but whatever DEAL WITH IT!

Oh and to top it all freaking off, my brother Zake was born,My brother has blondish hair, with dark brown eyes,freckles,and a tan of the sun, sun kissed from so much of playing outside he's 12 and HALLE-FREAKING-LUJA! Wait is that even how you spell it? Eh, who gives a flying freak. To believe they offered me a 10,500-12,500 scholarship and I can't even spell halelujah,excuse my horrible spelling,I'm a tomboy?That's not even a descent excuse...I'm Mexican? Um.....I play sports? Okay there's not excuse on how dumb I am, oh and sorry if I insulted any of you with the Mexican jokes, it's cool I'm Mexican, Mexicans can make fun of their own race....

It's funny how simple Mexicans like my family can actually make the American dream. My mom works at her own basiccly what I call "sweet sixteen" party maker. Well I don't know what to call it but she arranges partys,weddings, sweet sixteens,quinceneras,stuff like that.

 I always get invited to them by the owners and I don't even like partys! It's just standind with a bunch of grown ups/people you don't know holding cake or a drink trying to look cool while not knowing no one,sweet,right?NOT! Oh where was I?