Confession Tuesday

1. I sleep almost every day at 12 (so cool)without my mother knowing.
2. I do my homework in the car, so I can play call of duty
3. Every thing that my mother says that I am not paying attention to my mother I always say yes.
4. Sometimes when I don’t like the food I throw it to my dog.(I´m sure he would eat it)
5. One day I faked that I was sick because I didn’t do the homework.
6. When I arrive to my house after school, my mother always she always asks me how I did in school and I always say good, when sometimes is bad.( I hate to tell something bad)
7. I hate when my mother embarres me in front of my friends.
8. I love when teachers shout at me.
9. I like to see teachers mad.(I like to see the reaction of their faces)
10. I always make an excuse for no getting a good grade to my mother.

I Hate Mornings

Because I´m tired,
I don´t want to wake up,
I don´t want to go to school,
but this day Im nervious.
I´m going to Balboa,
my new school.
I entered,
lost in the sky,
no clue of what is happening.

Fist class,
Im shy,
I don´t know anyone,
Im nervous.
Day is over,
Im happy,
I made friends,
A smile is on my face,
I hope this smile stays all the days.

The Tell-Tale Heart

         

           It was Monday, clad in my blanket, I began to hear the floor cracking.
It began last Sunday, at midnight. The fragile floor began to creak, and the creaking continued every single day for eight days. Today, Monday, it was more than a sound a man shouted once and ceased. The night felt gruesome. I gingerly grabbed my telephone waiting for a police officer to answer. I told the police that I would like to report a possible murder on 86th Street. The police arrived in minutes. They entered my house all dehydrated, so I gave them water.

When police the arrived at suspect's home, I could hear it all from my apartment. They entered and made a cursory search of the bedroom. They did an inventory and found nothing strange. They surmised that the noise was coming from another place without knowing, but I was sure that he was an evil man. They sat down and started talking with the guy, the minutes passed, and the man began to get all nervous and started talking so fast that I couldn't understand him from my apartment. A grimace crossed his face as he looks at the police in the eye, as police describe to me what happened. After minutes of desperation he succumbs to nerves and tells the truth. He was arrested and taken to jail. That guy simulated a big murderer.

Confession Tuesday

  My cousin took my ps3 game, one day later I didnt find it. Next day I blamed my cousin that he didnt return my game and he said yes I did. After a month of fight they bought me a new game. That week I was looking for something and I found the game that I blamed my cousin for loosing it. I was very worried because if they found out they would be very upset of me, so I made up I plan.

The next day I went to his house when they werent there and I inserted the game into their ps3. In the morning they told me like I found my old game, so I dont have to take your game away and loose it. I was very relief ,but at the same time I felt bad for him because I lost the game not him. So now we were fine and we didnt need to fight anymore.

I hope this year I treat better mother

I’m punish, I don’t know why
I sit down realize what I’ve done,
I put my hands on my face,
with regret on my eyes.
All the times that I’ve treat badly my mom,
with everything she had done for me,
each year I treat her worst,
without regret on my mind.

Last time I responded to her in a bad why,
I saw the look on her face,
I almost began to cry.
She was worried, she was sad,
instead I walk away with no sorry on my mind.

I wish I nice, I wish I could be the best son,
I’m trying, but I’m not trying so hard.
Each time I realize what I’ve done it too late,
she already began to cry. The sadness get all over me,
I’m feeling that I don’t want to live anymore,
my life is miserable,
but next day I’m feeling okay,
it’s not suppose to be that way.
This year I want to treat you better mother.