Life in the Barrio

Week 2

Thursday

August 15,2012

I'm back from suspension. Man my mom was tripping. I kept telling her that Mark was behind this whole incident but she just kept screaming. I just ended up walking away. It seems like the only good part of my suspension was that Tiffany came over to give me my homework and she stayed and talked to me for as long as she could each day. Here she comes now

" Hey carina"

" Hey Delgado. How are you?"

"I'm good. How about you?"

"I'm fine. Everyone was talking about you while you were gone."

"What! What were they saying?"

"Cálmese. They were just saying how savage you were for doing that."

I relax a little. Whew. At least my reputation is going up.

"Hey Tiff don't we have History together?"

"We sure do!"

"Increíble! Let's go!"

I take her hand and we walk down the hallway to class. As we walk into class, the fire alarm goes off. Got to go.

Friday

August 16,2012

Mierda! Mierda! Mierda! Mark just showed me a Beretta M9. He said that he was gonna shoot up the school. Also did I mention that the school expelled him. He said at midnight tonight he was gonna drive by the school and shoot it up. He asked me did I wanna come. Man what am I gonna do? He said that if I don't come it just shows that I'm Pequeña perra. I want to prove that I'm not scared, but at the same I don't wanna get involved in any of this mess. It's time to go home.

I had just got in the house when my mom started yelling at me about only God knows what.

"CÁLLATE LA BOCA!"

"WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY TO ME!"

Just then my little sister Niyah came into the front room crying.

"Come here Pequeño"

Pequeño is my nickname for Niyah. In spanish Pequeño means small, and at birth Niyah was so small she could fit in a shoebox. Even now at six years old she is still small although not as small as she used to be. I pick Niyah up and take her to the kitchen.

"You hungry Pequeño?"

"Yes. Can you make some quesadillas?"

Since she was able to eat solid foods we always ate quesadillas when Mom was gone. Which was most of the time. She worked 3 jobs just to be able to support us, so when she came home she was always too tired to cook. I made the quesadillas and sat Pequeño down in front of the tv.

"Stay here. Ok."

I turn and leave the front room and head upstairs towards my room. As I enter my room the thought of Mark and what he said to me entered my mind. I walk to the mirror. I have long, jet black, curly, slicked back hair. Skin the color of a fresh peach. I have dark brown eyes and an "however bad you think you are I'm worst" expressions plastered permanently on my face. I have a mustache the beginning of a goatee. As I look at myself I think about how I will change if I go along with Mark's plan and end up in jail. I come to a final decision no me importa what Mark says I'm gonna let him mess up his life and it's gonna be his own fault. Buenas noches.

Saturday

August 17,2012

As soon as I wake up I turn on the news. Sure enough there is a news report about Waxbrook High was shot at. Two people was shot. One is in critical condition and the other is expected to die. See this is why I wasn't gonna go along with Mark's mierda. The news says that the school security cameras caught a figure getting out of the car and start shooting. The description that the news gave perfectly describes Mark. I just know that he is gonna go to jail. I just know it. I get up and start to get dressed. Tiffany, some friends, and I are gonna go hangout. I look through the clothes in my closet. I ended up wearing a black tank top, a black long-sleeved dress shirt, black jeans, a black leather bomber, and black Timberlands. As for accessories, I wore a black skull ring made from onyx, a skull chain made from gold, and a pair of black aviator shades. As I head out of my room, I hear Pequeño crying. As I start to look for her I see blood stains on the floor and Pequeño's crying is getting louder and louder. I frantically search for her. I find her in the living room bleeding. I saw broken glass lying on the floor next to her. When I picked her up I saw that her leg was bleeding. I quickly sat her on the couch and rushed to get the first aid kit. I took out a alcohol wipe and cleaned her leg off she started crying again