“Whuya Meee! STOP KECKING! Para, Por Favor, Me duele!” I yelled
“NO, Shut up, you STUPID MEXICAN!!? ENGLISH!!!” Yelled the boy that was kicking.
“Stop, PLEESES!?” I yelled as the pain started burn as if they sat my body on fire.
I was the bullies punching bag, or as they said “The MEXICAN trash bag”. I’d sometimes wish that I was die. Not being able to pronounce word in the third-fifth grade, it makes you stupid, dumb and worthless, that you're no good in this world. I didn’t know why people bullied me for. I’d cried all night, wishing that someday it would stop, and wishing to correct my english too! English is too hard!
“I no like thet projeck” I get made fun off for a long time from these stupid project, reason was about me and where I’m from and all the other thing. This was my second year at Olney Elementary School. The year before, people kept asking me where you taco, other asking “Can you go do yard” I’d cried because I was scared, I never did nothing about, because I was weak, fat and slow at everything. People didn’t like me, maybe because I wasn’t cool for them. Many people said that I was stupid for what I did, for example I’d help the teacher clean up in whatever we did in class. My parents raise to help people and care and not be mean or rude to other, so that people wouldn’t do back. I was that one kid that the teachers like but not the student.
“Go make me taco! Or go my yard!”
This was all 4th grade year. It was that dumb project, people don’t need to know where I’m from and what I do or don’t, what I believe and don’t. All I had is to go thought the year, i’ll start soft, but end strong.
A year later, school is about to start in 2 weeks for now. Summer was a peacefully time where I don’t have to worry about people messing with me or other thing like that. Summer goes by fast, it splits by our hands and you have to go to school, that is when my worrying start, only for me (sadly!!!).
“Mi hijo, despertate, la escula esta a punto de comenzar...Rapido Mi Hijo!!!”
“No, madre, no quiero, Por Favor!!! “
“Rapido o te meto tu chinga!!”
“Ok, ja voy!!”
Who knew that even days could go by fast too! School was up now. (I’d wished that I was dead!!!)
“What the hell is he wearing on his feet?”
“Theyua a tiype uf shoes in mexico…”
“Yo bro, you homeless or wat!”
Great, my day stupid is starting off crappy. One special thing that help me go through the day was learn, learning help ignore these dumb people didn’t know any better. The first day has end, now I have a whole year of school. Great, that was amazing. Second day, it might be better than, yesterday. When I got to school, people were hearing to rape song, in my opinion I didn’t like rap, because they didn’t make sense. Everybody got hype and that, it was just song!
“Yo these song tough right!”
“What! You GUESS, Yo something is wrong with you, bro, this song is the shit
bro. Oh right, you're mexican, you wouldn’t understand, LOSER”
Why was he so rude about, it is just a song. I guess I was supposed to get hype,
just for a song. I got bullied for not liking rap song. People got hype for the most stupidest thing in the world, that they don’t realize that the most important thing the world is your family, not the material that you get. For example, I was happy that I got new shoes, other people in school super hype that they got the new, very prices shoes that were $200 or a shirt that was $50, in my head, that was stupid.
Into the month two, a very big boy was coming from home and I was walking next to him. “HAAA!”(uh-oh, I got to get beat up) I tripped on my shoelace and scrapped his shoes, I think they were jordan.
“Sorry, I’m very sorry. (Inside of me, I was scared as hell, my body was paralyzed)”
“What, loser… look what you did, clean or else you trash bag”
Obviously, I did it, because so far I did get beat up, not yet!! I was happy that he didn’t punch or something like. (Hopefully this school year goes by fast, I need it to)
“Madre, ja es Junio, la escuela java terminar!” I yell to my mother.
“Ja lo es!”
“El verano ja va a empezar!”
School, this school year was a lot better, this was the very first great school, that I had ever have in my 5 years of school. All I had to do is survive the last 4 more day of school.
“3….2….1….I DID IT!!! Summer, YES!! No School, Mean No Worries”
My heart was rushing fast because I had made it through the year, without big problem.
Overall, now I bigger, older, smarter and braver. I’m now in 10th grade, my english has gotten a lot better over the years, and english has many way to be spoking. Identity and language are a great mixture, reasoning why is because without language you wouldn’t like the Identity, and if you know the identity and don’t know the language then what is the point of having that identity, if you don’t know it.