Lesson Learned

A lesson that I have learned during my time of growing up I would say would have to be when i was about nine years old. I can remember sitting down on the couch and my mother telling me "Ruben is not your real dad he is your step-dad." It was hard to grasp cause all my life I thought was my dad was my dad not my step-dad but as I sat there in my mind I knew I was weird when people would call me Garcia and Cantu.

As the years went by I started to drift apart from my step-dad then when I was fourteen years old my step-dad cheated on my mom then I learned not all guys will love you when they say till death do us part. My mother stopped talking to him and my little brothers stayed at my house cause they never wanted to stay around there dad. That happened for about a week it was kinda nice I was closer to my mom and we would spend time together before she would always have to take care of my step- dad cause he didn't know how to take care of himself and always thought my mother could just drop everything for him when she couldn't and she would never tell him to do it himself. Then one day we were riding around have a girls day he called after about two weeks of not talking to my mom he asked her "Can you go to the store and get me something to eat?" I was shocked he would even call my mother after what he did to her. Then I expected for my mom to say "Ok I will." but, no she told him "You cheated on me and my kids are hurt by what you did to me I 'm not going to drop anything for you why don't you have the girl you cheated on me with to get it for you cause I don't have time to mess with you." In my mind my jaw dropped after 10 years of taking that from him my mother finally put her foot down. As a month went by my mother started to talk to him I wouldn't go to her house he apologized to my brothers and I. I didn't want anything to do with him after doing that to my mother hurting her and treating her the way he did. I personally think that my mother can do way better then him, but she wants my brothers to have a father figure in there life so she puts up with his stuff. I know sometimes she's happy but when he makes her mad she doesn't want anything to do with him.

I know it's more of a sad story but I learned from my mom to keep my guard up and not to let anybody walk all over you and tell you what to do. I never let people tell me what to do besides teachers and my mother, but if any friends told me what to do I wouldn't do I cause I don't want to wind up like my mother letting people tell her what to do and rule her life. I wish my mother could have learned that lesson when she was young so she wouldn't have the life she has now.

Comma What?

My father had left our house, in the midst of a fight between Lindsey and my mother. My mother was trying to get Lindsey to go with her to the Y to swim. Without thinking, Lindsey had blared "I'd rather die!" at the top of her lungs. My father watched, as my mother froze, then burst fleeing to their bedroom to wail behind the door. He quietly, tucked his notebook in his jacket pocket took the car keys off the hook by the back door, and snuck out.

Literary Elements: TAKS PT 3

SATIRE- a literary work holding up human voices and follies to ridicule or scorn

IRONY- the use of words to express something other than and esp. the opposite of the literal meaning

ANALOGY- inference that if two or more things agree with one another in some respects they will prob. agree in others

FORESHADOWING- to represent, indicate, or typify beforehand

Figurative Language

Figurative- a representing by a figure or resemblance

Haul- meaning something heavy more harder then using something handy

Figure of speech- a form expression

Imagery- the product of image makers

Trope- the use of a word or expression in a figurative sense

All this words are expressions used to make a dull simple word me more interesting

Story Spinners: Option 3

As I regained consciousness, I remember asking myself what had happened? As I turned myself to get up there was a dead body next to me. I asked myself all the question "What happened?" "Who did this?" and "Why?" but none of my questions could be answered. I tried to remember what happened but all I could remember I was at a party with my friends we started walking down this long vestibule were they said the party was. I think might have blacked out between then because the next thing I remembered was running down the alley with this lady I didn't even know then we saw huge headlights then the lady started screaming "No Please Don't!" I reached in my pocket and found my keys were gone but my phone was still there. All I could think was call the police to I quickly dialed 911 the police rushed over. When they got to the crime scene the police asked me what had happened I told them what I remembered but the police officers didn't believe me the police asked me how I got blood all over my shirt and jeans I told them "I don't remember."

When the police seen the blood they put me in the police car I asked "Where am I going?" they responded "Jail." "Why?" I asked. All they did was shake there head and said "You know why." I sat in the police car and asked myself "Why am I being blamed for this?" I was so scared cause I didn't know what I had did or what had happened that night. My first night in jail was not fun I couldn't sleep I had nightmares about the night before I remembered some pieces from that night I remember a stubborn man following us then we looked back and seen a shiny object in his hands as he approached us.

Knowing this scared me thinking maybe that man had killed the girl I didn't know the officers came and got me out of my jail cell and said this people wanted to talk to me as a approached them they told me they had some questions for me. We sat and waited about a good 20 minutes then they finally asked me if I killed my friend? I said "NO I didn't even know the girl." they proceeded to ask me questions then I told them "Well if I knew who the girl was give me the name and I will tell you if I knew her." the officers stepped out for a little then walked back in and said "Gabii the girl you killed her name was your cousin Mari." they continued and said "We understand you have a PPD (Paranoid Personality Disorder)." I said "Yes." they said "Did you know that people with PPD can perceives attacks on his or her character or reputation that are not apparent to others and is quick to react angrily or to counterattack?" I told them "Yes I knew that."

They continued to asking me questions if she made me mad or anything and I said “No she would never make me mad I love her.” Then after we sat and talked a officer came in and pulled the other officers out in the hall. I sat and thought to myself “How could you do this?” the officers stepped back in and told me “Gabii you didn’t kill your cousin the guy who did it confessed to hilling her and framing you.” As I walked out I seen the guy that killed my own cousin it was to my shock that out of anybody I would expect to killing anybody her killer was no other then my own bother Juan I wanted to wake up and it be the biggest nightmare I had ever had but this time it was real my brother killed my cousin. I visited my brother cause I still loved him after what he did. I asked him “Why Juan?” and he never answered my question, but I pray that nobody would have to go what I have to.

My Bucket List

Become a Algebra 2 teacher

Visit all my family

Go to Mexico

Have closer on my past and start a new future

Go to Washington D.C. with James

Go to a Texas Longhorn games

Learn to speak another language

Go on a cruse

Get my dream car

Meet Justin Long

Go to New York

Go to a Daddy Yankee Concert

Go to Hollywood and see America's Best Dance Crew Live

Go to a Super Cr3w Dance Concert

Go to Porto Rico

Be on a singing show

Spend a whole month with my closes friend in Paris, France

Bail my brother Juan out of jail

Be in a movie

Have a party with my friends

Visit the Texas Chainsaw Massacres House

Visit the House of The Exorcism of Emily Rose

Take all the steps to the top of the Eiffel Tower

Go to the biggest Mall in the World

Fix all my problems in my life and be happy for once

Overcome my fear of Subway's

Be more social with people and not hold back

Get my hair done in a crazy style

See Papa Roach in Concert

Get my dream tattoo

Splatter paint my room

Do something very very exciting with my family

Go to Disneyland with my family

Go to Texas University

Fix my problems with my family

Shakespeare Language

I woke up for school then as i was getting on to the bus a CUTTLE came a pushed me down. I didn't know why he was being so CRUEL to me. I think if we were all of us would have came together all of us could CONVINCE and CONVICTED the CUTTLE. So I had to CRY AIM the kids to stand up to the CUTTLE then the next day we did then the CUTTLE never bothered us again.

O teach me how I should forget to think.

To me this is saying they know how to think but they can't because they are looking into the persons eyes. And don't know what to think.