Cruel Life #3

I am here, again. I do not really have a topic tonight.
C: So I realized you might need my help.
Me: Crap! I forgot you are here.
C: Suck it up. You  wine too much.
Me: Shut up!
C: Look. I am here because I know that you need me. You Have not needed me since New Year.
Me: Well how are you suppose to help me? Wait. I do not need help!
C: Yes you do. Trust me. Now, what is this all about?



Not Again

I was scared. Middle school. What is middle school like? I just came back from Michigan. The Wolverine State. I still do not know why it is known like that, but I sure know that its capital is Detroit. I was in Grand Rapids. I was visiting an aunt of mine. She is about to divorce. O well. Anyway, we had no home. It was the beginning of our life all over again in Los Angeles. I was scheduled to go to some school in Los Angeles. Bethune Middle School. I only went there for two days. I saw an old best friend of mine while I was there, but we only hung out for like, two days. I never saw him again. It was scary. I did not know anyone in there, and it was complicated having to go to more than one class. I was so scared of being late. It was not elementary at all. I knew some of those people, but yet, no body knew me. I was such a looser. The school was strict. I would ask myself, "Is this what jail is like?" What ever happened to recess? Nutrition? What is that? We do not play? What is P.E.? It took me a while to figure that one out. Those were the longest two days of my life. That was just the beginning. I remembered them being Thursday and Friday. Good. A Weekend.

Lockers?

My parents moved to the valley, so I had to assist school there. By Tuesday, I was already attending Byrd Middle School. I had barely applied on Monday. My parents denied all honors and all magnet classes. My parents did not want to apply pressure. By the third week, the councilor pulled me out just to compliment me on my previous grades. He bumped me up to honors. I did not feel honored. My grades declined slowly. It was the reason why my parents wanted to avoid those things. It was still horrible. I had no friends, and I had to start from the beginning. I guess I just focused on school, but it was difficult. English was my worst subject. Also, history. I failed those two like two or three times in a row. I honestly thought I was not going to make it. It was probably because my English was not as great as the others. English became my first language just last year. I was new to this. All of my teachers spoke English, and I felt things more difficult. I needed Help. Math and science was the only thing I was actually good at. It was horrible. It was, until some random kid asked, "You speak Spanish right?" I simply answered, "No" In such a Mexican paisa way. It was funny. That guy changed my life. You would not believe it. It all started with the simplest way...