My favorite season is..

Out of the 365 days in a year and out of the 4 seasons, winter is favorite! I love the cold, the wind, the thunderstorms and the rain! Something about it all relaxes me. I love the cold winters, the rainy days, the lightning that gives my room light at night, and the loud thunder that roars! Whether it rains, storms or hails you can find me at the park with my friends in our soccer shorts and a shirt, no sweater! It's weird how I don't get sick if I walk in the rain, but I can sick in the middle of summer! That's why I hate the heat! In the stormiest nights of the worst storm there can be, I sit outside and watch how the Earth works and how these things of nature happen. I try giving reasons and I try to figure out how it all works! I live for the stormy soccer nights and the cold mornings. I live for the fog that comes out when you breathe and just sitting outside on your porch watching every rain drop fall one by one from your roof to the ground! I live for the big sweaters to keep you warm and the wet grass smell. When its winter, I go to the beach more than in the summer because I love watching the water from up above combine with the water here on Earth. I love watching the waves and how they get bigger and bigger with the moon! When it stops raining and the stars come out, I love counting them and watching them twinkle. Late at night, when the rain calms down a bit, I put on my jacket and my sweats and lay on the wet grass and just look at the stars! The reason I love the winter and the rain so much is because I feel as if my loved ones up above are trying to communicate with me, they're trying to tell me something. They send messages with every twinkle in a star and with every rain drop that falls from the sky! They make me feel better! They let me know they're still there, watching me, taking care of me! These cold nights are what I live for, this is what I love!!

If I were on a game show I would be on..

If I were to be on a game show, I would be on the "Wheel of Fortune". While I'm on this show I would answer questions and spin the wheel and earn money at the same time. Even if you answer some questions wrong you always win! The "Wheel of Fortune" is fun to play. When I watch it, I always try to answer the questions and I sometimes get some of them right! The best part about the game is when you spin the wheel and they give you a topic and you have to guess the letters on the screens! I love to guess what letters are on the screens because its kind of like hangman, they give you a topic and you have to guess what they are trying to say. When we watch at home, me and my sister play it and of course I always win because I'm good at it! The "Wheel of Fortune" is fun to play so we try to make our own with different questions! The "Wheel of Fortune" is one of the best games and I love it!

The best thing about my house is..

The best thing about my house would have to be my front yard. Everyone says it's their room. Don't get me wrong, I love my room because it's an escape from the outside world when I want to be alone, but my front yard is what I love the most. In the front yard, my mom can't plant any flowers or plants or whatever else she wants to plant because the front yard is all mine! Plant as many flowers and plants and leaves, as I call them, but if you come home one day and find my friends, my sister and I play playing soccer in the street or in the yard, you better believe all the plants are ruined. My mom has learned through out the years that plants and flowers aren't for us. She has planted trees, like an orange tree, an avocado tree and a lemon tree and those came in handy when we needed goal posts! Sometimes what we do, we ask the neighbor of across the street if he wants to play so we can go from yard to yard. One goal can be the trees in his front yard and the other one is in my front yard, so we have the whole street and grass to play in and it's a big spot because it's usually about 8 of us always at my house and we need to room to play. We can spend long hours just playing! My friends show up like around 5 on Thursdays and Fridays to play and don't leave 'til around midnight just playing soccer... Soccer is what keeps us away from all the negativity around the neighborhood. Soccer is our safe haven, we depend on it more than we depend on anything else because its an escape, its a game we can all play for hours and forget about or worries and all this happens in my front yard!

Working at a football stadium

If I worked at a football stadium, I would be a ticket seller. The reason for it is because coaching, i don't know how to do, cheer leading isn't for me, quarterback, maybe and ticket seller is just for me. I love to interact with people I don't know because most of them don't know and I will never see them ever again! Ticket selling is an easy job. You just ask how many people, type it in the computer, get the money and give them the tickets. It's a self-explanatory job and it seems pretty easy! While on the job, I would sell tickets and if they have any questions and I'm capable of answering I would. My job would be easy and fun!

Four years ago..

Four years ago I was 11. Back then I was really bad and had all my privileges taken away because of the stupid stuff I would do. It was wrong and I know how much I messed up, but I've learned from my mistakes! When I was 11, I couldn't hang out with friends or go to the movies. I had to be inside the house by 4:30 and if I was late I was in deep trouble! I couldn't hang out with my own sisters at their house because I would lie and go to my friends house instead. I couldn't be trusted. I was introduced to many bad things, but luckily I gave it up to be a better person. Now I can go with my friends with a midnight curfew. I can hang out with my sister and her friends with no curfew, but at least 1 call home. I can stay out as late as I want to, but if I have school the next day I must wake up and go and not wake up late and rushing! When I was 11, I knew things I wasn't supposed to know such as open a barred window to sneak in and out at night, but luckily those days are over. Now I am 15 about to be 16 and I don't none of that anymore!

a money for a pet?

Many people say that monkeys make good pets because they are cute and cuddly and can be trained while they're still small. I think otherwise! They are not cute, have you seen one? Monkeys don't look like Curious George or as cute as the "See No Evil, Speak No Evil and Hear No Evil" monkeys! What happens when they grow up and get big and fat and wild? Monkeys are wild animals that live in the jungles and aren't tamed, meaning they are wild and can be harmful when they feel like they're being attacked. Monkeys can be trained like in the movies, but it takes a lot of practice, patience, and time to do it which most of us don't have! They need a lot of care and attention because they are wild animals. Monkeys, when they get bigger, they need a lot of space and wont be able to fit our rooms anymore because they get big and just want to be everywhere, bouncing on the walls and that wont be possible! Monkeys are not cute, yeah they're soft when they're baby's, but once they get older and bigger it's just not the same!

My baby cousin

My baby cousin was born June 11, 2010, 6 pounds 11 ounces and born 5 weeks premature. He is now 3 months old. His name is Javian Gabriel Lincoln. He is so cute. I got the chance of going to Arizona to meet him and help my aunt Jessica take care of him. He is such a handful because he developed thrush and has massive acid reflux so hes always screaming and crying. The thrush went away, but the acid reflux is still there. He now weighs 14 pounds and 2 ounces. He has wavy soft hair, he always smells like baby and formula. He likes to pinch and scratch. He cries when hes in pain or if hes hungry. He eats every 2 hours on the dot and finishes a bottle of 4 ounces and sometime still cries for more. Now that hes a little older, my aunt tells me that he tries to eat his hands now, says a-goo, and tries to hold his own bottle, but he still cant. He is so cute! We grew really close during summer vacation that i became his second mother. I would change his dirty diapers, I would feed him, dress him, bathe him, and put him to sleep. Little baby Javi was born in Arizona where he still lives. I hope I can see him soon!

The beach at night

If I was a wonderful painter I would paint the beach at night. It would the deep blue sea, the waves and the sand. The sky would be dark and promiscuous. The moon would be full and out. The scenery would be very beautiful. Every night I would stare at it and it would relax me. The waves would be perfect, the water hitting the rocks and reaching the sand that isn't moist yet. The water a deep and dark blue. The moon would be big and would reflect on the water. I would imagine I was there, the water cold, the night very nice and breezy. The moon would be very bright and would light up my path. In the background there would be many buildings with all the lights on. The buildings would depict Downtown Los Angeles. There would be palm trees decorated with little lights all around. The scenery would be very beautiful and everything I ever wanted!!

The oldest person

The oldest person I knew would have to be Papa Juaun. My grandpa was 85 years old and loved to play many instruments such as the Guitar, an intrument called el Guitarron which is like a chello but its held like a guitar, and another called la Vinguela which is a really small guitar. My grandpa played in a mariachi with really close friends he knew for years. My grandpa was an awesome person. You know the shirts that say "If dad says no, ask grandpa"? That was always the case with me; when my parents said no, my grandpa would say yes. He spoiled me in many ways. He bought me everything I wanted. If he said that he was going to buy it tomorrow he always did. He was very supportive and even though he lived in Arizona we spoke everyday afterschool. He always told me that I am a Flores and we never back down, we fight for what we want and never give up. The Flores family never setteles for less than what they deserve he would always say. He has helped influence me and shape me up into the person I am today. Sadly, my grandpa had many health problems. Diabetes, his breathing was tough, his heart beats were off, little by little he lost his strength, until one sunday night he had a stroke which was the end of this strong man. He fought for 2 whole and long weeks until he lost his battle on December 6, 2008. He will always be remembered as the oldest person I know. He will always be loved and always in our hearts! R.I.P Papa Juan<3

The bat who couldnt fly

On a cold and stormy winter night, there were a group of 5 bats; 4 that flew quickly and a baby one who was barely learning how to fly. The night was very windy, very cold, rainy with lightning and thunder. The moon was hidden in the clouds. The bats were looking for a place to stay dry. The wind blew and blew, but the bats kept going, except for the last one. A huge, giant wind came and blew him the opposite direction. It pushed him into a tree and he came sliding down until he hit the cold, wet floor. He had landed on his left wing and it hurt real bad! He couldn't move or go anywhere to get out of the rain because he was in so much pain. So he just lay there motionless...The hours passed and the rain, thunder and lightning all went away. The wind still went strong. The sun came up, but it wasn't too bright because it hid behind the clouds. The bat became drowsy; very very sleepy so he went to sleep very cold. The hours passed rapidly, or so he felt. Next thing he knew, it was dark and there were very dark threatening clouds in the sky. The wind blew even harder than the day before, no rain yet, but it would soon return! So the bat, still very sore from the hit, awoke and flapped both of his wings making sure one wasn't broken, He then got up and started to fly very weak, every now and then he would lose control and would descend rapidly, but he pulled it together and kept going. He started chirping the bat call he knew and was hearing a response. He followed the noise as it became louder and clearer. The rain started falling again, but not too hard this time then he saw his family start to fly. He was going to be left behind, but he flapped and flapped and caught up. Now the baby bat was with his family. They were reunited again and now they flew altogether like the family that they were!

Lunch with a famous person

If I were to have lunch with a famous person it would definitely have to be with Eminem. The reason for it is because he is the most controversial rap artist out there. In his music he speaks about how his life was with his mom and the mother of his kids. His alter ego, Slim Shady, speaks about other artist and people and he doesn't care if he gets in trouble for it. I would have to ask him how he does that, like does he feel bad after he does or does he just not care? I would also ask him how he got to where he is today and if hes happy in this position? The whole lunch hour we would speak of him, his life, and the meaning behind some of his songs.

My 2 sisters

I am the youngest of 3 girls. The oldest one is 30, followed by the 23 year old and then its me! My oldest sister Nancy has 2 kids, Nicole and Raymundo that are 12 and 9. My sister is helpful in many ways. She gives me advice on things that I need help with. She is some what supportive, but she doesn't care what I do as long as it makes me happy. She plays softball and is pretty good at it! My 23 year old sister Jackie plays soccer as do I! She plays center-mid and is really good. She works in a pharmacy as a Pharmacy-Technician and is now going to school to become a Pharmacist. She had to stop going to college in 2007 because she had a really bad car accident and broke her leg, but that doesn;t stop her from doing anything. She is very supportive of what I do and she always tries to keep me on track of what I should be doing to get into a good university. Me and my sisters might fight because they get jelous of the people I hang around with sometimes, but I still love them!

My pet panda

If I were to have any pet, I would definately choose a baby panda bear. Panda's are cute and soft. They might be a little lazy, but its ok. They are very soft and fuzzy. I would have an excess of bamboo trees growing in my back yard. I would make him his own little forest in the back yard with trees and vines and a little lake so he can play in. I would care for him. I would raise him since he was small until he cant live in a house anymore. Then will be the day i will him go off into the wild where we belongs to be free and have many friends and play and mate with other panda's and maybe when he has his baby panda bear's i can raise one how I raised him. Who know's? It can happen right?

my journey on a pirate ship

"Where am I? This doesn't look like my room!" I said to myself. "Ahoy matee!" someone said from the far corner of the room. I got up from my bed and started walking around to see who was there. It was dark and i was looking for the light switch. My room, or so I thought it was, felt shaky and i was moving side to side way to much! I didn't feel too good. The movement made me feel sick! Then I heard it again "Ahoy matee!" and that's when i saw the candle turn on and I saw this man with a big, frizzy, white-hair beard. He had sea-blue eyes and pale with gray-looking lips. He looked dead for some reason. "Ahoy matee! It is I captain of the Santa Clara! Welcome aboard!". Gee thanks, but where do I go if i don't want to be here? I tried pinching myself so i can wake up from this stupid dream about pirates and sea monsters or whatever else is in this stupid dream, but I didn't snap back into reality! What if this was real? No! It couldn't be!! Could it? Well i don't know, but lets what this person wants from me! "Umm yeah hi! Where am I?" "The Santa Clara! The fastest ship on the Atlantic! You've heard of it?" he asked. "Umm no I haven't. What do you want from me?" was my reply. "Well we've been watching you.." creep! "..and we've noticed you're movement and you have very good potential of becoming my partner and become one of us!" I was so frustrated at this point and said "Okay, but what if I don't want to be a pirate? What if I want to go home, to my room, my warm warm room?" "Well you cant leave! This is not an option. We choose who we think is good for the part, like it or not!" Ugh! This is so dumb, I guess just play along with it. Think positive, it can be fun! OH YEAH RIGHT! My first job was meeting the crew, then I had to follow around this guy I just met a few hours ago, I don't even know his name!! "Excuse me, hey you guy with the long, frizzy, white beard! Whats your name?" he clears his throat and says "My name is Captain Davy Tentacle, now hurry, keep up. This is the rope to tighten the sail. You have to pull......" I completely spaced out and was looking out onto the sea. Oh how beautiful it looked. The water was a clear blue color, you can see the ocean reefs, the beautiful colors of the fish. It was magnificent! The next few days we just went over procedures and he showed me how to run the ship just in case something were to happen. We went into dark and mysterious caves and found sea turtles and fish and gold! It was very exciting. One morning I woke up to find the Captain dead! He died in his sleep; not a violent death! I walk out and sadly announce the news. The crew members and I mourn his death and have a little ceremony for him. Days later they argued if I was indeed ready to be captain and for a whole I proved them all wrong. I showed them I could! And from now on I was captain of the Santa Clara, the fastest and richest ship in Atlantic!

My deepest fear

Everone has fears. It can be animals, insects, rodents, and it can also be death, things going wrong, their future, etc. My fears would have to be my future. What if my future doesn't go how I want it to go? What if I screw up somewhere along the way that changes everything? I'm scared of that fact that I wont be happy with what I end up with. I'm scared that I'm going to seetle for less than what I'm worth. I guess I have that fear because of what I saw during my childhood years; never fighting and giving up on your dream because you collapsed under pressure or because you procrastinated or just because they said you couldn't do it! My deepest fear isn't a animal or a bug or a rodent, its my future and what it holds. I'm scared I might turn out like my mom or my dad and just working a 9 to 5 job that I hate. My deepest fear is what my future holds because you never know what can happen!

Las Tres Flores

If I ever opened a restaurant, I would name it Las Tres Flores and it will be a family owned restaurant. The reason for the name is because my two sisters and I would run the restaurant. The inside would like a garden, flowers everywhere and antique, ancient colored walls. There would be a patio with nice tables and chairs and the inside would have dimmed lights, low music, and it would be comfortable and cozy. I would have one of my sisters incharge of the money, placing orders on food we need, taking orders, and answering calls. I would have my other sister incharge of managing the kitchen and making sure the orders are right and help if its needed. I would have my mom and my dad in the back making all the food because they sure can cook! And me, I would be baking and making the desserts and helping in the kitchen if its needed. The ones that work in the front will be in charge of cleaning the tables and mopping and sweeping when needed. The food we would be serving would be mexican food, what my parents know how to do best! This restaurant would be a family owned business and would be very prosperous!

Dinosaur in my backyard

One night I remember going asleep very late, but this weird and scary noise woke me up. It sounded like a very load moan, so I walked up to my window and saw the shadow of something very large. One I walked outside I saw it was a dinosaur. It was very very big, Had big sharp teeth and made this very very load moan. It looked very exotic and was munching on the tree in my backyard. I remember we walked around for a little bit, but for some reason only I heard the noises he made and they were really load, but nobody woke up to see what it was. We walked around for a while, but I really had to go home because the next day I had school so we went back home and he stayed by the tree where I found him and I walked up to my room and crawled in my bed and went to sleep. The next morning, I woke up and ran to my window to see if he was still there, but he wasn't. I asked my mom if she saw this huge animal walk away and she said there was no huge animal and I stayed in my room all night and didnt go out. So she kept me wondering, was there really a dinosaur in my backyard or was I just dreaming?

A meal for my family

If I were to make a meal for my family i would make chicken and rice because its something we just love to eat. It's simple, but really good, especially how my dad would make it! He eventually passed on the recipe to me when he left. First I would marinate the chicken with lemon, garlic powder, black pepper and seasoning and leave it in the fridge for about 2 hours to soak in with the lemon. Then i would wash the rice and put it in a pot with water and let it cook 'til it's done. I would then pull the chicken out of the fridge and put it in a pan and put it in the oven for about 20 minutes, then i would transfer it to another pan and put it on the stove so it can grill for a little bit, while I let that sizzle i would then take the lettuce out of the fridge and wash it to cut it up and make into a salad. when I finish that I, would serve the plates, place them on the table and dig in!

One time I was brave

If I have to describe only one time I was brave it would have to be the time when I messed up my knee playing soccer. The reason I had to be brave was because we were only 7 on the field, if i came out we would of been only 6 and we would have had to forfeit the most important game of the season; the qualifications to play-offs! I was going one on one with another playing of the opposing team and I guess she found it easier to hit me in the knee and thats what she did. As I lay on the floor watching my coach pop my knee back into place I thought to myself "I really need to suck it up and at least make my passes so we can go to play-offs!" What the coach did was wrap my knee up with ice and saran wrap so it can stay. The whole game I was in so much pain, but as long as i stayed in and did my passes everything was ok! When the game finished, my mom took me to the hospital to get my knee checked, the doctor told me that if i was hit a little harder she would have tore my collateral ligament which lays on the sides of my knee cap. If I would of torn that, I think i would be done with soccer. This is one of the times I had to be brave and being brave really payed off because we won 1st place in the tournament!

A hundred dollars

If I had a hundred dollars I would donate it to the St. Judes Children's Research Hospital so they can keep reasearching cure's for cancer, AIDS, and more diseases in children. This is very important to me because the children are our future and without them what will we do when we get older and cant do anything? It's them who will work and better technology. I would want them to keep researching and keep finding new things to cure sick children. I would want them to keep raising money to establish hospitals in third world countries where there are many sick and disease-filled children that need help. A hundred dollars wouldn't do much but its a good start. Would you like to help?

Do you remember...?

Do you remember me? We used to hang out? If i start telling you our past experiences I'm sure you'll remember we were best friends! I'm pretty sure you remember the time you called my house and my mom answered and you got scared! How about the time we were playing soccer and you almost broke your ankle because you were mocking me? Do you remember the time I gave you a piggy back ride and we both fell? Do you remember that day it was raining hard and we decided to go to the park and go down the slide, February 19 I think it was? How about the time we met, do you remember what we said? Do you remember when we got home late and had to sleep in the yard? I still remember the late night talks outside my window, do you? I know you remember the time my mom was hitting you with the broom because she thought you were peaking through my window, I know you do! Do you remember the time I spilled orange crush on your jeans? I sure do! These times I sure won't forget! I hope you do remember them and you say "Oh yeah she's my best friend, we used to do dumb stuff together!" and if you dont, please try to remember atleast the time we met!

This journal...

This journal is something i have no problem on using everyday. Its something I can use to express what I feel and write anything I want instead of telling people because they can easily tell someone else. In this journal I write about what I feel, why I feel the way I do, and how I can change it. I keep this jouranl under my bed where no one can find it. In this journal most of the pages are occupied about the way i feel about my dad and him leaving and how much I miss him. A couple of pages are about my mom and our relationship that isn't how I want it to be. This journal has become my escape, I just put my earphones on, listen to music and write away! This journal has become part of my life. If anyone would read it, they would read about me and what i hide with just a simple smile. They will read about how my dad has gone, and how I blame my mom for it. They will read what I hide behind the thick wall I have built. In this journal I write about everything and I mean everything! This journal has become my non-human best friend because I know that this will never be spoken of to anyone else, but us! I write in it every night; it knows more about me than what my mom tries to figure out. This journal holds my deepest dark secrets, things no one knows about, things no one will ever know about!

when I wake up

When I wake up the first thing I do is go to the bathroom. I brush my teeth, then I wash my face and I think about what I can wear. Then after, I do my hair and wash my hands. I come to my room, pull out my clothes, get dressed and wake up my sister to warm up the car. While shes doing that, I get the cereal out of the cabinet, take a bowl and spoon out and pour my cereal into the bowl, put it back where it goes and take out the milk from refridgerator. After I pour the milk, I put it back in the fridge and go back to my room to put my shoes on and get my bag. While I'm in the room I over look my desk to see if I left anything important that I need to take to school. After, I check my bag for everything I need, grab it, put it on my back, take my bowl and get in the car and eat on the way to school. While in the car, I discuss with my sister her time schedule to see if I have a ride to pick me up when school is over. When we get infront of the school, I leave my bowl on the seat, take my keys, say bye, close the door, and put my phone on silent as I enter the school to start a new day full of educational teachings with no phone disrruptions 'til 3!

The house i lived in...

The house i lived in was located in the city of Lynwood. It was one of the first houses built when the city was founded. It was old, but beautiful. It had a big brown wooden door with a crystal mosaic window of a beautiful colored bird on it. Once you walk in, it's the kitchen. I remember having our family dinners on the dinning room table where we had most of our fun talking about how our days went and making fun of my clumsy sister's new scratches from when she fell! To the right, it;s our rooms and if you keep walking straight through the hall way you see the huge living room and a huge window for a wall overlooking the pool and the gorgeous backyard. The pool in which my sister almost drowned in, the pool in which our parties we built around, the pool in which most of my childhood memories took place. This house had everything my dad dreamed about, he took care of it how he took care of us, but our world came tumbling down September 17, 2001 when my parents decided to get a divorce. September 17, 2001 was the day I no longer smiled inside, that's the day my dad left the house and after that it became worse and worse. We moved away from my dad and came here to Inglewood and he stayed in Lynwood, shortly after he moved to Phoenix, Arizona where he still lives to this day. The house I lived in is still standing, still beautiful, and still my favorite house where all my childhood memories took place!