My side

Chapter 3

when I was in an intervention class having trouble at the computer because I had some problems with my author’s choice when I had run out of Ideas. I was sitting at the computer with my head in my hands hoping an idea would come to me, when my teacher Mrs. Edie stopped me, told me to log out

“Ok um stop because all writers go through this and I've seen it happen so many times so go set down, read a book, grab a pass take a walk around the hall, set in the corner sing kumbaya” so I logged out of the computer and had another Idea popped into my head

“Well now I have another Idea for it”

“Well there ya go” so I logged back into the computer and started typing

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Ahh sunday the day of my misery and complete and utter envy towards my new pastors what they did was rude the way I see it but I have no say considering that I live with my parents and have to live under their rules until I turn eighteen. But when I woke up I noticed that it was nine o'clock in the morning had we FINALLY switched churches? Answer being no we had just slept in but that’s not what had woken me up it was the smell of freshly baked cornbread wafting through the air. I wondered how or who had the time to make it because normally when my parents make cornbread it takes them a long time just to make sure they got it right. I was surprised that it wasn’t burned because we would normally go through about six boxes until it wasn’t burned. So I asked my mom why she was making cornbread today

“We are going down your grandfather’s today for the bronco game”

“Aww man why football that's just boring it ain’t nothing but a bunch of grown men kicking around and tackling each other over a stupid ball.” I said Idiotically

“It’s more than just that it’s a sport that takes accuracy, time, energy, and intelligence”

“Ok yah yah yah sure well you enjoy that mess and I’ll enjoy my own sports and interest”

“Yah and you better not disappoint me here come Saturday” my dad chimed in

“Oh hush you may know more than me but at least I can score higher than you and you know it” I snapped feeling silly I don’t know how I can disappoint my dad when I’ve taken first place in state almost every time I go sometimes I feel like he just can’t stand me I mean “Disappointment?” that’s not nothing that I wanna hear from my dad I love him to the moon and back but when he says things like that it hurts and a lot. He’d probably stick me in another home somewhere if mom would let him

“Open your mouth like that again and I WILL slap it” he snapped at me making me feel scared

“Sorry” I got out miserably

“Joe déjalo antes de que te dé la vuelta” which is spanish for knock it off before I turn you over my knee

“Si” this coming from a fifty nine year old man I had to hold back my laughter because if you knew my dad he is stubborn as a mule and as ornery as a colt

“Gracias” my grandfather said

“De nada'' my dad answered back. I was one of the luckey grandkids because my grandparents never EVER spoke spanish to their kids so now whenever they speak in spanish I know exactly what they are saying. We arrived after my nino and Nina  did little. Did I know they had brought my cousins with them, their grandkids, and these cousins are ones that I have no trouble getting along with. My older cousin Marcos and my younger cousin Adam Jr. but we call him A.J, Marcos is pretty laid back more than you’d expect him to be he’s got semi-long black hair that he keeps combed over but nobody ever really sees where it’s combed over because he always wears a hat over it, he's five foot six and cocky whenever you dare him to do something he’ll say that it’s too easy until he realizes how hard it actually is until he fails at it, Marcos has the same skin tone as my nina Marquita except he’s like me, he's a hybrid meaning he’s a mix between white and mexican another word for it would be bi-racial He has the mixed blended skin tone between brown and white, he’s got jet black hair that that turns a shining chestnut brown in the summer, Marcos is fifteen goin’ on sixteen. My other cousin Adam J.r is your everyday typical six year old little boy always energetic, happy go lucky, with wild eyes recklessly dancing, and such a voicetress laugh, he is the average height for a six year old he's got joyful brown eyes, white skin, short brown/chestnut hair, and a lot of ambition for a six year old. Adam is 46 inches tall and is easy to pick up. But I call him twig because he’s so darn skinny, he’s got carmel  brown eyes are brown like a cream soda on a hot summer day they can be full of energy and love one moment then they can be raging with anger the next he’s got his mom’s eyes but his dad’s eyes are his own his dad Adam Sr. are just how S.E Hinton’s character  Ponyboy described his older brother Darry’s eyes “cold and hard like two pieces of pale blue-green ice.” This sums up Adam Sr. quite perfectly well at least to my knowledge. I was in the middle of fixing myself a burrito when My dad decided he was going to make a bet with me.