Change My Mind

I remember the first itme I saw someone actually writing on a blog it wass my non-sister Becca. Everyone said her blog was so funny and awesome. I didn't knew how to see her blog, and it hadent ever called my attention. One day I whent down to see her, and my other non.sister Marry. They were both doing homework... or something that pretty much looked like homework.
-"Sofia" said Becca "could you help me with Spanish?" its Because Becca is lerning spanish at the univercity scince long ago, and she was having homework.
-"Sure" I said, and took the paper she handed me. While I was reading it Becca wrote on her blog. A little, little mistake she made maked all her work so funny. I let out a gigle to this she seemed sad
-"Is it really that bad?"she asked, kind off upset
-"No, its not!" I say and I give her the paper "You only made one mistake is just that the way it written now makes it sound like he confesed to you" and before you think I misunderstood what was the story abaut I know it was not fitting in the context the way she wrote it and it was really obious what mistale she had made.
-"How?" Becca asked "Where's the mistake?"
-"Here when you said 'cayo' instead of 'cai'"
-"What does 'cayo' mean then"
-"I think its just slang, but anyway your paper is nice and you have a good story"
-"Thanks" said Becca then I focused my attention on her blog
-"What are you writting?"
-"My blog" she said as she maked the mistake with a purple pen and whent to reprint it "you can read it if you whant"
and I sat there and read all I could I saw those stories people talked abput when I overheard them. None of them actully made me laught as everyone said. They were accurate and smart, but tere was nothing really funny about it, or maybe there is. Is just I don't undestand U.S. humor at all.
Whenever I saw Becca was either here in her room doing something(bloging) in her cpu or down in the kitchen at dinner. this blog ate her time. In that moment I decided I would never have a blog... now as you see I do have a blog, (and thats your fault Miss kelsey) but I try not to get obbsesed with it. Its more as soon as I lose my inspiration I will stop writing it right away...

...lack of inspiration.

So Long Ago

... And we were watching the X-men movie. While I watched the super powers, I suddenly feel to remember when I was young, and sweet, and played with every single soul I found, I dont know why kids do that, as I walk to my room I take a lot throught my huge window. Theres the garden, that has fallen abandoned by our family its only not filled with veggetation because of my grandmother's efforts, There are two big "cipres" there's and a little mountain growing from the left side... It wasen't always like that, you know there was a time when my siblings and cousins came here everysingle day to run around, and play silly stuff.

I specialy remember one of our games in which each one of us choose a super power, then we divided ourselves in groups or sometimes inividually. We attaked each other sometimes fisicaly or just in our imagination. We were so creative making super powers, and ideas for our battles we could have made a comic book, and let Stan Lee in the emptiness of being another nobody.The first times we played it we choosed different super powers every single game, but after a little expirience we all found our verry favorite power. i hardly remember it,  but I remember each of those games was better then the last one and they all were way so fun. 

I still remember we were more like best friends, and it seemed as if we all were guys too. We tackeled, and hit each other over, and over again we did it softly, scince we were anly kids and haad no stenght to cause any serious damage there were no accidents in our games. I remember how Ernest used to cheat using his super power to make himself untouchable or sometimes to make me "die" instanly. He was so much better than me choosing his powers. Still none of us ever lost the hope to win, and scince the winner was almost allways someone diferent there were great chances for winning, yet I remember I only won two or three of all the games but whenever I won it felt so awesome. But we had many differet types of games. Sometimes, we played the "cipers" trees were our secret base, and each one of us choosed a branch of the tree to make it our own secret office. we used to talk about silly matters, and planned or dicoused the rules for most of our games.

We all loved playing togther, and waited exited to go back to the garden when we needed to go back inside to eat or sleep. Then because of school, and time matters we meeted to play less, and less, till it was allost never, kinda sad. My youngest cousins, Paulina and Josué were never able to play this with us, they won't have such things to remember when they grow, and their teachers makes them write a blog about a childhood memory. they will sure choose another one... Next time I see my family alltogether I will try to play this with them. It might make them have a fun time.

Cloudy Sky

I wake up to the sound of detuned radio coming from my radio 4:30 a.m. SLAM! I turn it off immediately. I’m so, so sleepy. I am sure I won’t gather the force to stand up, and get ready for school. Mmm…

-“Sofia, Wake up!” says my brother as he walks in my room turns on the light and kicks my bed. Which maybe because of the slippery floor bounces really hard, and makes my mood darkens. “Go away!” I scream and cover my face with my blankets once more to keep myself in the deep, warm, calm, dark, such a comfortable little cloud in the whole crazy world. I hear my brother footsteps leave the room… finally. If my brother has already come to wake me up it means its 5:00 a.m. Yey! Thirty minutes more of sleeping, not a lot through. Maybe I would have more energy if I hadn’t come to my bed in midnight, but it was worth it I think I just discovered my new favorite song.

Well the act won’t work, I know one way or another I will end up in school today. Let’s get up… nah! It can wait. I look thought my window the sky is dark red almost orange, not a single star in the sky, little blurry the fog has been gathering in there for a long night. It looks just like the sky I saw when I came to my bed at midnight only a little foggier, and less cloudy. What a beautiful view I got. Only turn my head about 45 degrees and I can see the water volcano and the city from one of the most beautiful view in the whole country.

When I was little I used to feel completely indifferent to the weather so when I wander what to wear I just looked thought this exact same window, and depending on the movement of the threes leaves, I decided what to wear. This still has not changed; everything looks equally the same from my point of view. I am not a very detailer’s person.

I remember my father saying “if you don’t like the weather here in Guatemala just wait.” And it’s true most of the time we go from freezing cold to way so hot, or maybe is just Guatemalans are very sensitive to whether changes. Still when I see the sky I feel happy no matter if it is dark, cloudy, blurry, or clear. Everything seems to be better when you look up. It always looks so beautiful. Many times during class I find myself staring at the sky for long moments, for no reason. I just like how it looks. Maybe other people feel the same way about looking up.

Its time to wake up! I give myself a little slap in my face and let my feet touch the ground, and the real world. Monday, the worst day of the week, yet let’s face it with a smile, and maybe it won’t be so hard to stay up even with only four and a half hours of sleep. The sky is always punctual I shall be in time for school, at least today.

Getting a Distraction

Back at Saint Agnes, Saint Paul; once more spanish class, I have a lonely space in the corner of the class, no one behind, in front, or beside me. This is another class in which as exchange student I do nothing, but some type of community service for the school teachers. 

Boring, boring, boring, boredom.

I seat on my desk, and prepare for such a wearry rutine of my spanish class. As always I am late, verry late, enought to be scolded yet I am an exchange student which I dont understand why gives me some kind of inmunence to any detention. Señora Perez as always happily greets me in the class, some of the classmates seem to be waiting to see me get scholded, but no luck I may say.

This class is ful of mexican stuff, Miss Perez is mexican and shows this guys a verry funny mexican spanish witch accent make me laught. Even if I have to concentrate so much to stop myelf from laughting, but with the time I learned to stop my need to do this.

Almost in the half of the class comes a guy inside the class. He is tall; blond, long, curvy hair; with a weird smile and incredibly huge, dark eyes. He waves to some people, and then Miss Perez says he is going to say in this spanish class. then she tells him his seat is the one behind me. He walks almost five steps to reach his place. Maybe having someone sitting close to me might help me socialize in this class in which, together with painting, is the only one in which I have no one to talk to. He might help me get a distraction.

I turn around and greet him -"hi, im Sofia so who are you?" I try to be friendly, and smile -" my name is Zack" he says with that specialy creepy smile of his. Zach seems to be really good friends with Joey another guy whose name I had not been interested in till today. Zach likes to doodle on the pages Miss Perez gives out, and lacks of attention. The day he came in I tryed hard to make friends with him, but scince it seemed pointless after noticing he did not seemed interested in being my friend, I start to tlak to Joey, who is verry much more nice, and friendly person than Zack.

Joey is dark, black hair, and eyes; his skin is verry pale; he has a kind smile, and talking to him could hardly be easier. As days pass by my relationship with Joey grows, and Zack starts trying desesperatly to get my attention.Not many days latter I get to hear from some friends how he is always the center of atteniton withtin his friends, and at a football game Sebastian, who is good friends with everyone in the school, tells me Zack thinks I am hot and verry likely. I wish Sebastian would have never told me that while I still lived there.

I get teased by Zack on a lot. He plays with my hair, pokes my back, send me little notes, try to tickle my neck, etc. When I first saw him get inside the classroom I never imagined this guy would enjoy making my spanish class more annoying. Anyway he makes me always go back to my locker with a story for Mairana.

He seemed like a verry normal guy the first time I saw him get in the class room. this class he stapled his own hand a note saying "whats up?" Joey points this out to me to make me notice as soon as I see it I Take his hand and try to take out the staple, yet it had sank in his hand and made me feel nervous to try to pull it out. He takes the staple out himself, then he does this again, and again till seing his hand stapled makes me feel no surprise.

I wonder why Zack and Joey are friends. They are so different. 

I grow, and short my relationship with both of them gradually I never deeply knew any of them, and in the end the guy I wished to make my spanish buddy was a freak, and the guy who I felt no interest for even his name became a verry good friend of mine. Still all I learned in my spanish class was how to get my distraction, and that sometimes our expectations of people are totaly wrong. We better be ready for a surprise. 

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Only Others Could Make Me Notice

So I jump in the car with my two very best friends, in the way to Sebastian’s home, which is one and a half hours from my own house, were we are just now. So we are really expecting to take a long trip, and maybe fall asleep in our way there. Mariana even brought with herself a little pillow, maybe just as a joke… maybe seriously. Sebastian’s mother is such a nice person she is kind, funny, and very gentle, her short, curly, brown hair gives her a very comprehensive look. She is very easy to talk to, and Sebastian really makes me and Mariana feel just like at our own houses... or cars.

I hadn’t known neither Sebastian nor Mariana up until last year they both came with me to a trip outside the country. In the trip we didn’t only meet, but we three became the best friends ever. Now back in Guatemala we all still talk and hang out even if our age’s difference is so big, and the time we spend together has shortened. By the way, Sebastian is eighteen, Mariana is fourteen, and I am fifth teen. Anyway we all make a really good group. Each one of us fills up what the other is missing. Maybe that is why we all get along so well.

Mariana always gets the topics up. She starts talking about how hard high school is, and soon we all are doing some kind of contest tying to tell who is the one that is really getting the worst luck this year. That remands me I have got to do a blog for Miss Kelsey’s class. God! Why do I always leave stuff for the very last hour? I was going to do it about my “personal ritual”, yet I am still not quite sure I do understand the whole concept. Well one or another way I won’t let such thing ruin my reencounter with this two, so I just try to ignore it and continue chatting with them.

As we are heading to Saint Lucas, Sebastian’s mother offers us to stop at Mc. Donald’s and get a treat. We all agree and as we get in the drive though we all decide and try to chose something small. Mariana and I ordered a chocolate topping ice cream, and Sebastian ordered french fries.

Well I am kind of… really getting dizzy so better look outside the window for a little, and try to clear my mind… Ah! Such a pretty day outside the sun is shining so bright on top of our heads and the clouds make the sky look so beautiful, so heavenly. Even if lately it has been dark and rainy it all seems to be smiling up to me today, should smile as well?

-“Sofia” I instantly turn my head. Sebastian’s voice whispered in my ears interrupting all my thoughts. The way he just said it, so joke-like, kind of broke apart all my concentration “what’s wrong?” he asks as soon as I turn around. “Nothing” I reply as I smile to him. Again, why? Why can I lie so easily? Or why do I always notice seconds after I opened my mouth? Well it’s too late for saying no now, but maybe someday soon he will ask this same question, and I will be able to answer him more honestly. After all I wander what made him think I had anything wrong in the very first place. I was not acting weird was I?

Well, I just notice I am not dizzy anymore, I should join the conversation maybe this is what Sebastian was trying to get me to do. As I notice Sebastian and Mariana are mixing their foods. Ice-cream and French fries? I have seen it a lot thought and as I look at it I just wonder why someone would ever mix this two flavors? Mariana and Sebastian offer me some, and even if I want to say NO, I can hear my mother’s voice in the very back of my ears saying all those rules, and manners she showed me since I was so young.

-“Thanks” I vigorously say as I pick up a french fry and dip it in Mariana’s ice-cream. I put it inside my mouth and let the two flavors bloom together. “You liked it didn’t ya?” says Mariana looking at me with her cat-like face curving a creepy smile in her lips. “Amm…” I wander what’s with that face; she just uses it to make people feel uncomfortable. “…I liked it” I say unsure of what her reaction may turn like. She lets out a single giggle and from then on acts as normally as always. I even wonder if she poisoned the food. What was that, just now? I don’t know either, but Mariana has her moments, as everyone I guess.

-“Sofia” insists Sebastian “aren’t you hungry?” just in this moment I notice I am the only one who has not touched her food. Most of the times I wait until the chocolate topping is harden before I start eating this particular kind of ice-cream. This time I waited too much but at least it is not dripping… thanks chocolate topping. It’s time to start eating this. As always I start by pulling up, and out the chocolate topping and let it resting on the napkin on my lap. And I eat the vanilla and afterwards the cone. At the very end I take the chocolate my very favorite part of all and eat it. As I let the flavor grow in my mouth I clean my lips with the napkin, when I notice there is absolute silence, apart from the car’s engine and the air in the windows.

I try to imagine why Mariana ever shut up… absolutely nothing comes to my mind would. I turn my head and notice both Sebastian and Mariana are looking oddly at me. Since they don’t say anything I ask “what?” Mariana giggles and Sebastian answers in a very joke-like voice he uses so much “that is a funny way to eat ice-cream” he said with a drawn smile on his face then I look to the ceiling of the car. Maybe is true it is an odd way of eating ice-cream, but I have never heard someone call it “funny”. I notice something in this little instant, I do have a personal ritual! I just solved one of my weekly problems, and it was as easy as eating ice-cream!

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