My Feelings & Freewrites...& Important Memories

Allison & Memoirs of Being a Witch

Allison and I met in the fourth grade, but officially became best friends in the following grade year. Fifth grade was probably one of my worst and amazing school years. Her and I, told everyone we were a part of the supernatural world; she a vampire and I a witch. I had purple hair tips, and I wore a wolf beanie...they called me "Wolfie". I made Carlos Martinez flip out when I told him I cursed him, and that he needed to put salt under his bed..or was it pillow?? He was also like, my first boyfriend? It was literally one day...which is funny because all my relationships don't last one day, but one month. I'm hoping I am able to move to one year and beyond some day. Anyways, I remember when Miranda Pope had fallen hard...she had a bad knee scrape. Luckily for her, Wendy the Witch had brought her "potion" to school that day. Now, this potion contained: toothpaste, mouthwash, shampoo, lotion, minty plants, and water. I had told her and everyone else that my potion would help her cut heal faster-and OH mY GOD, it worked!! 

It really did not. If anything, it gave her white knee a burning sensation and she had mistakened it as healing. Still gave me attention though. There was a crappy fountain out on the field and this was Allie's and my "ritual" spot. She was literally my buddy for a lot of things, oh man. I brought an old box to school one day...it was filled with dirt, rocks drenched in sparkly clear nail polish, and ripped pieces of paper that had my own language written on it (my "spells"). I told everyone that the dirt was actually a relatives ashes. I clearly wanted isolation because I kept scaring people away. Allison would run wild with her imagination and I loved that. I guess that's what made our friendship spark even more. I loved her very much because she brought out the craziness in me. There's other embarrassing that involves the witchcraft phase, but let us not. For my sake. As well as partially yours. Allison and I, on the last day of the fifth grade (2010), decided to go back once more to that crappy fountain I mentioned earlier, and give up "our powers". This was like, as huge ass deal to us because it was kind of like our goodbye. Sixth grade came, and she had moved to a school called Stem. I went to Gage MS for my seventh grade year while everyone left to Sierra MS. Eighth grade came and I transferred to Sierra. Third period of the first day of school came and I saw this girl with blonde hair, dark jeans, an OM&M shirt, and a black sweater. I thought she was cool because OM&M at this time, was one of the bands I listened to.......well, it turned out, that in that class (band), I had Allison! It's been four years and we still both played clarinet and we were both now into our emo phase. I loved it. I was reunited with my old friend and we would talk and talk. I learned that eighth grade year at Sierra MS was both hers and my first year there, too. The friendship stuck and I became best friends with her again. Fast forward and we are now future incoming juniors in high school who absolutely hate everyone in band and just so many people. She was with me the first time I ditched class ever (she hates how I remember the date), and oh man, I felt so fucking paranoid that day. It was January 17, 2015, mile day. Hot as fuck. We hid in the bathrooms and had such a great time, but like I said, I was paranoid, so every time the door opened, I'd quickly get under the stalls and hide away as quietly as possible. This was a difficult task because we made each other laugh at the worst possible times ever. Destinie R. walked in and I was near the middle of the restroom floor when I try to crawl back to my space...unfortunately, she saw something move and only caught a glimpse of my leg going under the stall and she was so freaked out. Anyways, by the time eighth grade year was over, I knew Allison's family well. Now? Pft, her mom (whom I love very much and consider her my mom, too) calls me her "Nina part tres". I love the Burull's so much. So much. They always invite me places and momma Burull pays a lot for me and even though she knows I cannot stand when people pay for me or buy anything for me in general, she continues. She continues because she likes me to feel welcomed, but truth is, her allowing me to go over more than two times in one week is already more than enough. Not to mention all the rides home she gives me. My mom hates this though. She told me once that I need to stop annoying them..I agreed. I felt bad for them to offer me things. Allison's mom once told my mom that they love my company and that made me feel like a part of their family. You see, with them, I let loose. I always somehow make momma Burull and poppa Burull laugh and that makes me feel happy. Poppa Burull likes to make this joke about me being Guatemalan and these make everyone laugh. Sometimes, I play along and this makes him laugh harder. Caroline (Allison's older and only sister) and I have occasional meaningful conversations or I'll ask her questions about her projects and we'd chat away. Other times though, it's like, a huge roasting session at their dinner table. I made a nickname up for both her and her boyfriend, Armando. Carhoeline and Armadillo. Those names became their names and we have at it every now and then. I love being with them because they are literally the family I never had. When you grow up with divorced parents, it is hard to distinguish between family time and spending one weekend with your mom and the other with your dad time. Let me just say, I absolutely LOVE when I am at the Burull's for dinner because we say grace. They do the whole hand holding thing and appreciate what they have in that moment. Sure, my views on religion is quite different, but I respect their views and to me, being a part of saying grace at their family table brings me tears of joy because it shows to me that they really don't mind having me over. Even during marching band season, momma Burull, poppa Burull, and Carhoeline would cheer on Allison AND me! How beautiful is that? My mom or father never went to any of my shows for band in general. Since fifth grade.....well, no,  my mom went to my first one ever, my honor band one, and to one of my shows from the 2016 field season. However, she's never positive about it cause as soon as I leave the stage, she says, "Are you done? Can we go? Hurry up."

Made me feel unimportant. So, the Burull's really light up.... any moments. I am thankful for their acceptance and existence. I look up to them, really. A family like that is what I want. Can't forget the family dog though, right? JIngle Belle, A.K.A Belle. What a sweetie pooch she is. Everytime I go over, she cries with happiness because she has missed me. Do you understand how much of a regular I am to that house now?