Xmas

Christmas is getting closer, and I remember all that happend last year. I didn't get so much presents nor the year before that, I was only 10. I just cant think of what present I can get that I wont get bored of. Most of the times I use my own money and give it to my parents so they can go and buy it. I do chores and get a lot of money. But I'm not rich.



Santa Clause isn't coming this year or any other year for the rest of your life! screamed my dad to my sister. My sister started crying and locked herself up in her room. He was either really angry or he really ment it. And maybe he really did mean it. I heard my dad say something about that someone declined a building contract of $30,000 and lost all that money. It's ok to be mad. And maybe he is right, maybe were all getting to old for this. My mother and sister dont even want to put up a tree. I dont want to. Some christmas spirit grandma said.

Confession Tuesday

Over the past couple of days I've been playing contact football with my friends. I felt faster and more improved. When the runner came to me I felt superior. I felt confident when going up against big guys. But still I hate it when big kids come and play and they are not even invited. They start abusing us. Sure maybe my friends and I do that to even smaller kids. But they are older and more mature and they understand what it is to do that.

Memoir Monday

I was thinking about Thanksgiving. The vegetarian people. How can they eat the turkey without eating meat, well turkey is meat. Do they just eat chicken. Its basically the same thing. I eat both meat and vegetables. What will vegetarian people do? Will they disobey thier food likes? Will they disobey a worldwide holiday? Or will they not just do anything

Suffering practice 10ww

"Ready... go! Ready...go! shouted the administer of the football team. We ran back and forth for about 40 yards each run. Followed by running low around dummies and crawling on the dirt 5 times each person around the dummies. After that we all lined up horizontally on the 105 yard field and ran forward then stopped at the blow of the whistle, but when the whistle blew we stopped and made a 3point stance and stayed still until the next whistle blows. Running back and forth then getting down is a very strenuous work.

After an eternity of toil, I still wasn't going to capitulate from getting stronger and faster. 30 minutes of training and warming your muscles is adequate enough for a day no more than that. I started to agitate because I realized this is all the coaches fault. Stupid old man and stupid bald guy, their not even the head coaches, they're just the outcast.

Suddenly the practice was disrupted by a truck with two men on the back that threw smoke out of the car so most people thought it was a smoke grenade but I knew it was smoke to kill the newborn mosquito eggs that just hatched from the rain. Most of those bugs just ate citruses and other plants. My indifferent response to the disturbance made me not look at it. Actually all I saw was the illiterate misspelled writing on the top of the truck.

After too much excessive action I started to have that asma attack again. I thought that this problem would be permanent for life. At least I had my time of respite. But when I tried to breathe it sounded like a whistle and I felt my lungs were wrapped and I was going to die. The urgency of my problem called for the super inhaler. Some 8 year old kids who accepted menial work from the coach knew what to do because my mom embarrased me and told the whole team about my problem. I got the inhaler and made my puff. I still wasn't feeling better. I fainted for about a minute and thought that I was going to end up in a hovel because my mom wasted too much money on me. But luckily that was just a dream.