The police point of veiw

The lights of the police station dim down. Only me and my partner remain there, eager to go. Suddenly somebody knocks brusquely on the door. What could it be? I wondered. I stand up and see this woman clad with some pajamas and a pair of flip flops. She had this gruesome grimace while she kept on knocking the door non-stop. I finally got to the door and let her in.

I surmised something had gone terribly wrong, but after hearing what she said about her neighbor, I knew she was one of those people that hate their neighbors. Or so I thought. She derived some more pieces of electrifying information, and that is when we drove to the suspects house thinking it would be a cursory case to solve.

When we finally got to the suspects house. Me and my partner started knocking loudly to wake up the man in case he was asleep. Which he was not because he attended immediately, as if he was waiting for us. The man simulated his smile and started saying.

"May I help you Officers?"

"Yes, we came to search the house. Someone reported hearing some awkward noises."

"Well that is weird! Come in then. Search all you want!" He slowly stepped aside to let us in. He showed us every room and corner in the house. We gingerly searched but found nothing out of place.

Finally after the search we were about to leave and the man offered us some drinks. We were dehydrated because in the station water wasn't available, so we accepted some glasses of water. As we drank with delight, the man was staring at us. He looked nervous. He looked guilty and started breathing deeply and loudly. And that is when he shouted something unexpected.

He screamed that he was guilty and that he killed the man. We immediately got in our car with him on the back seat and went to prison to lock him up for life. At last he actually collaborated with our job because they promoted us for finding the suspect.

Waking Up

I dream like no other. I just love to sleep and dream. But there is a bad ending to every good story. In this case, waking up. Those same three knock on my door my nanny always makes. I just hate it. I keep the anger to myself.

At first I just ignore it thinking it is a senseless part of my dream, but then those stupid annoying three knock again. Only difference, it is louder. Much louder. That is when I wake up and say:

"I'm up!!" With one eye opened and one eyed closed. That's my wake up routine for every day, well, the majority of them. Sometimes their is the bucket of doom day. It's when I don't wake up and my nanny bring this purple bucket and spills it in my face. And there are the days when she just puts the radio right next to my ear, full volume. Welcome to my wake up life. 

As you can see, I hate waking up. And I will probably will never like waking up. That is just me.

Computer..and the suitcase

 

Last year my English teacher (Mrs. Meadows) always used to tell me the same thing each day: "Paulo, you need a protective cover for that computer. "

I took her advice but forgot immediately. Now guess what?  I  didn't have a protective cover until now,  just after the tragic injury of my computer.  Yes, I was horrified.  And each time I remember about the accident when my computer fell and I had to take it to Mac store and knowing that technicians are still trying to fix it after 2 and a half weeks, I remember Mrs Meadows telling me to buy a protective cover.

I realized that being lazy to get something that is really necessary will take you nowhere. Next time Mrs. Meadows gives me an advice, I will consider it very seriously.

This Year I Hope...

The opponents pass right by us.

Scoring basket after basket,

Our lungs beg for rest

After few minutes of play

We have no team 

We have no soul

Most of us

dont even try. 

Effortless practices 

Effortless games

We are the spiders 

That cant catch  fly

We are the planes

That cant reach the sky

My body filled 

With regret and hate.

I knew I was making a 

Big mistake 

should of been

Better 

Faster 

Smarter 

And stronger

Ive waited

For a second chance,

A chance 

To show my team

we can

Win.

 

This year I hope to win the leauge with my basketball team.

Confession Tuesday

Pain, everybody feels pain. Yes, even me, but this time I was in real pain, pain no human been has ever encountered.

I came to school all bruised and sore from the tough, hard hitting game the day before. I tried to straighten put my poor smashed legs, but just couldn't. The pain had captured my whole body. Everybody asked me: why are you limping? I thought of something quickly to say and responded: I am not limping and nothing is hurting, I am fine. Trust me.

Actually I think everybody knew my whole body was hurting, but well, I tried my best to disguise the truth. Finally, when I got home, I took a long shower and a long nap and tried to move as little as possible.

Should I have felt embarrassed at going to school all smashed up? I mean, we won the game the day before and we played as hard as we could. So yeah, I deserve a break.

Mean Coaches

Coaches, everybody looks at their bright side, the side that every one is winning games thanks to the coaches and everybody is learning. Yeah, it is not that bright after all. Practice, ugh, horrible, pain, sweat, they make your life miserable. It makes you want to miss practice. Coaches start insulting you and start hitting you in the helmet. While running what seems thousands and thousands of laps you turn your head and see the coaches laughing at you and suddenly they change their faces to a frown and get mad with you, without any one doing something. An example is this.

ex. "Man, I'm so tired, I can't even breath, we have been running the whole day!" I softly say those words to my friend that is running right next to me. As soon as my friend starts to speak, the coach magically hears it and says:

"Paulo, what did you just say?" Crossing his arms.

"N-Nothing coach."

"Give me twenty push ups, come on! 1........2.......3......4......5.....6.....7......8....9.....9.....9.....9 Do it correctly."

"Yes coach!" He counts as slow as possible and finally finishes.

I mean we are kids! We shouldn't be running THAT much. And we have to do it every single day! The day I suddenly stop feeling my body I will blame my torturous coaches.

Someday I if I will ever be a coach, I will never treat my players so badly.

The Diving Catch

"HUDDLE!!" I yelled. It was 4Th quarter, we were winning 30 t0 20, we needed a score to assure the win. Everybody grouped up and I called the play.

"Fake Jet right, sprint action right, jet 2, max protection. Ready!"

"Break," the other players in the huddle answered. We ran to the line of scrimmage and called the play.

"Down, set, move!" I screamed. I faked the jet, dropped three steps, looked at the receivers and found the perfect target, #85, Alejandro. I raised my left arm quickly with the ball, and let it go. The ball flew smoothly across the wind with a perfect spiral, seconds later it landed perfectly in front of Alejandro. He dived and stretched his long hands to the ball.

Suddenly the whole world paused. Was it a touchdown? Yes? No?

All of a sudden the Ref puts his hands up signaling TOUCHDOWN! We did it! Yes! I went running to Alejandro with excitement.

"We made it Alejandro, we made it," I said.