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• GoGo verbs are only in the form of YO (traer, hacer, salir, poner, valer, decir etc)
  
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1. (yo - dormir) casi 8 horas cada noche.
2. (nosotros - dormir) en la clase de español. ¡Qué aburrido!
3. Siempre (yo - traer) mi carpeta a la clase de español.
4. Nunca (yo - venir) de la escuela antes de las 5.
5. Casi todos los días (yo - poner) la mesa.
6. Cuando tengo tiempo libre (yo - hacer) ejercicio.
7. Casi nunca (ellos - hacer) la tarea de inglés.
8. ¿(tú - valer) de tu educación?
9. JayZ (salir) con Beyoncé.
10. Siempre (yo - decir) cosas sarcásticas cuando estoy con amigos.

1) - AR presente
2) - ER, -IR presente

Libro: Quiéreme Cinco Minutos

Autor: Anai Lopez

Quiéreme Cinco Minutos se trata de una niña de 15 años que se llama Elena que no es muy interesada en escuela y se comienza sintiendo insegura con cambio de niña a mujercita. Elena se ocupa con los problemas de su amiga, con el que se enamoro, problemas familiar, y problemas de como ella se ves ella misma. Este libro lleva los obstáculos que muchas de las niñas enfrentan en su camino de mujer. Yo puedo reflexionar con algunos de los problemas que Elena se encuentra con y así a mi me interesa el libro mas porque ahora no creo que nada mas tiene que ser con su problemas pero se que algunas de sus problemas fue las mía y me agarran la atención mas. Pero aun como el libro "Lo que dice el Señor" yo no puede hacer tanta una relación con el punto de vista del autor. A cuanto el libro de Anai Lopez esta escrito para las juventudes y enseñar su punto de vista en lego que nosotros vemos en otro punto de vista y pedemos comparar.

My Life. A story being written

Mom- "Where have you been?"
Me - "I had frisbee practice today"
Mom - "Oh yeah I always forget about that"
Me - "Im so tired, I think im just gonna go to my room and take a nap"
Mom - "Ok, i'll wake you up when dinner is ready......wait"
Me -"Yes mother?"
Mom - "Whats that on your neck, that better not be....."
Me - "Its not that, I scratched my neck on a tree branch trying to get the frisbee"
Mom- "Wait till your father sees that......"
Me - "Great......"
Mom - "I didn't approve that type of practice, tell Kayla I said...."
Me - "I know.....I know hahahaha"

Yo

I dream in english
I love in english
I care in english

corro en espoñol
bailo en espoñol
leo en espoñol
juego en espoõl

I have the back of an 80 year old man. 
Some days it prevents me from getting out of bed. 
I should get it check out, but time heals all right? 

I......hate....being....sick. I hate missing school and not seeing friends....it angers me. All I do is school work, write and watch Nat Geo or History channel. At least I get work done....still...IT SUCKS!

Access my 5 photo stories HERE!

Enjoy!

Monday nights spent laying down listening to Take Me Away- Keyshia Cole.

Colleges are killing me inside.

Six word story:

Missed so many stories...I'm sorry :(

Whether the game of love ends on a bad note, I thought being honest makes the trust grow. Apparently it makes you argue more. The more things you throw. The DVD's and my dirty clothes. All while telling me to "shutup, I'm leaving you."

It was Stacey's life, but everyones entertainment. They would watch why she lived it. She walked, they followed. She talked, they hollered. They waited for her to lose it. She was just their entertainment.

Everyday James came home he smelled Ashely's food on the stove and she would clean the entire house, wash the dishes and the clothes. Whenever they went out they, the both of them did just like they were suppose. Always looking good for the public while leaving the drama in the Rolls Royce. That was the choice of car that they drove in. Ashely decided to get high sometimes because James was always doing it. In the hallways of their house they were always having sex. Each time felt like the first time. Whenever James was stressing because of work she would take away of all his pain and make it lesser than dirt. That why she has James, and he will always keep her around.

He had game since he used to hoop in his driveway. Neither the ghetto nor defenders could trap him. For sure people that labeled themselves as his friends would act as though they had his back. He was living a live that they couldn't fathom. Colleges tried to get at him by recruiting and handing him all different types of scholarships. Even though everybody knew that he'd leave college quick for the pros. Haters called him the one from the hood that was chose. Others identified him as the black rose that grew in the jungle. Little that they knew, he was just a humbled kid thrown into the spotlight. Everyone wanted a piece of him. All different types of women gave him troubled love. The kind of love when you up they down. Because you can dribble a ball, they come around. When you win, they see it as their crown. Dudes that had known him for years, people that he shared beers, cheers, and tears with choose different careers. When he made it to the league the money and the fame came, and those same dudes did not know how to react. Once he came back home to visit, those same people he grew up with shot him in the back. 

roses are red
violets are blue
my feet stink
and so do you

people are shallow
what can you do
you betrayed me twice
and now we're through

He woke up and made himself toast with jelly.  He took a shower, the sound of the water echoing through the empty house.  He took the bus to work and sat in his office until lunchtime.  He ate a wrap from the food court below him.  He returned to his desk to read the proposals that had just been submitted.  At 5:30, he walked back down to the food court.  He bought chicken fingers and fries and ate them alone, just like every other night.   

Tonight I lie here alone playing through memories of happier days, shared days.
Once upon a time I beat with a purpose and a fellow pulse beat with me in a lyrical rhythm.
Once I felt a warmth that shared my warmth.

They say that everything comes in twos, but hearts come in singles so that we can find the other heart in our pair. So why when I found the other piece of my pair did it go away? Had we been wrong about him, you and I? I believed I had found my other half, didn't you? Did you really believe? Did you hear me when I told you that he was the one?

I guess not, because you got rid of him. Sure, he won't be a part of us now and that's his choice. But, wasn't it the fear you brought him that keeps his beating heart from me? Aren't you the reason I beat alone night after night? Maybe one day he'll come back and we won't feel so alone and don't sit here and tell me that you don't feel alone, I can tell that you do. You should have listened to me. I never lied to you. Anytime he was around I picked up volume and tempo, anytime he walked away I screamed in agony for him to come back.

I wish you had heard me... As much as you wish you did too.