Life Like No Other

Start It Over Again in Mexico

7/27

11:13 PM I felt trapped by the heat, hot air slightly slappling my face continuiously as i sat in the old, old house that my grandma, on my mom's side was raised in. In the little town of Zaragosa, Coahuila, Mexico. There was no airconditioning except for in two rooms. The house was huge and worth visiting the only problem was that it was like a time portal into how my grandma used to live. No internet, no A/C, no cable, no working freezer. And throw in the fact that no one lives here, witch adds that everytime we come, we have to hire a maid to clean the whole house over again. 

The kitchen had a pale cucumber green coat of paint, old and peeling, with a pantry probably home to dozens of mice. I sat in the kitchen table ignoring the heat, staring off into space. With only one thing on my mind. Dead people. In the city wich i was born in, Torreon, Coahuila, Mexico, is infested with drug cartells. Shootings every single day. And under one of the bridges in a highway, the drug people had a trend of hanging their victim's heads there to rot. It scared me away from visiting my dad and family, thats why my mom, my sister, brothers and I decided to meet up with my grandparents here. 

I wiped small beads of sweat from my forehead, the fan only blowing warm air in my face. Ive been here one day and two nights, tomorow im eager to explore the immense backyard wich once held cows, horses and chickens, all sold since no one lives here anymore. But it was nice to go out there and look at the abandoned stables. Maybe ill get my camera and do a photoshoot. Its really lovely out there. I always like to try to catch minoes in the small creek and laugh at myself for coming up hands empty. Im not five, im thirteen.

By now im sweating so much, my thighs are sticking to my chair and i have to pick them up everyonce in a while, leaving no trace that i had just showered.  I swear my sister has been in the bathroom for the last twenty minutes. I hate the bathrooms here there old and just ...old. But it matches the rest of this place. My sister just walked out of the bathroom. I thaught she had fallen asleep in there or something. 11:32 p.m. Goodnight. 

7/28

10:08 AM My mom is scared? Yesterday my mom went to visit my great aunt wich lives next door, wich told her a ton of crap about the drug cartelles. Including that they had been here untill the Mexican army came for protection. The army left a couple weeks ago so theres a risk that the drug dealers might come back. Plus, theres going to be a Tropical storm coming in on saturday and we dont wanna be here when it floods. Shes trying to convince my grandma to let us leave tomorow morning. 

2:01 PM  Guess where im sitting right now?? on some old concrete stairs wich lead to some sortof chicken coop i think. its been here forever, abandoned. Its hot out but not as hot as yesterday, theres an ocasional breeze. Sunny and breezy is my favorite type of weather. I had to climb to get up here, the steps have a tree growing on them. Like literally a tree.  There used to be sunflowers all over the place, but now its empty. Only weeds.  I really like it out here. Its peacefull. I dont know if its a good thing or not but i like being alone and having some time on my own.  Would that be called independant? or Excluding myself? or being "antisocial"? I dont know but if i didnt, i would kill someone. :P.

Theres a ton of dragon flies, or atleast i think there dragon flies.. metalic blue, and plain brown.  Some spider webs but they dont get in the way.  Theres a tractor in one of the corners in between weeds, rocks, and trees. Covered in a dark orangy, redish, brown rust. Both wheels popped off and set against the wall. Yes, a wall. it reminds me of the Glade from the book The Maze Runner. The whole backyard is surrounded by anccient(?) walls.  I can barely see the creek from here, because of all the plants growing around it. It swallows it up completely, leaving no trace. A pigeon just flew in the chicken coop or watever it is.  I like the sound of its wings flapping rapidly and its soft cooing.... Spoke too soon, the pigeon just took off and scared the heck out of me. 

I like writting about random crap that goes on in my life. As if anyone cared but just writting makes me feel like someone is listening. I dont like to just stick to one thing to write about, i dont have enough patience.  I just let my brain take off and write watever its thiking at that very moment. I always start off talking about something and endup talking about a completely diferent subject. Like just now. Anyways, crap a bee!!! 

5:00 PM Tomorow is my friend's birthday party i really want to go. Like so bad. Like its not even funny. But theres a slim chance of being back home to Texas by tomorow afternoon. My battery is running low, its hard to find a plug that isnt being used here atleast close to the bed im lying in. Blurg. Im too lazy to get up.

So im lying here calmly, concentrating on my breathing and my heart pounding steadily. Is this what people call relaxed? 5:21 This whole week, i dont know why, but my brain has felt half dead. As if id never woken up that morning or something its weird. And i dont feel like doing anything anymore. Changing the subject, ive decided to change from athletics to dance in school. Ive done dance outside of school for atleast four years id say im pretty good ;P. But on the other hand, in athletics you run and workout alot, but i suck at volleyball and basketball and track so its pointless. I want to tryout for charms (dance team) in highschool anyways. I honestly cant wait for school to start. 

8/1

11:50 AM  I can't believe its august already! Summer has gone by so fast. Almost too fast. I havent started my reading project yet so i really need to get on that. I actually miss waking up and rushing to get to school early in the mornings, walking into the cafeteria to meet up with my friends. I wouldn't think i would this much but im always misreble in the morning. I get woken up by my mom yelling at me and my brothers barging into my room and jumping on me. Lovely i know. 

My head feels like its spinning. Im in the car, staring intenly at the graphiti on the train to my right. At the gas station to my left, a military bus looking thing is parked, loaded with uniformed soldiers wich are carrying their guns.

Right now im literally right on top of the Rio Grande, its not that wide, but its pretty long. I can see the current pulling along its loads of water. Little islands dotting its surface, only large enough to hold a bush or two. A clean sandy road lining the edge of the river, a corn field spread as far as as i could see. The perfect photographic scene. 

Im impatient to finaly cross the bridge and enter the U.S. again. Our car slowly trudging along in a line of hundreds of cars, each minute leading closer to the other side. 

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Vote if i should write more.. im not sure if i should continue this story