Luis
As I step into my old house back in Chicago I'm happy I'm home, that's all I can say. After being in Mexico and Colorado I've seen a lot of girls and done a lot of things. My brothers tell me to stay on the track I'm on because I got things going for me but they seem to mess up and they set an example for me so should I follow it? I know I shouldn't but it's not fair they got good girls being bad but me being good I'm considered a nerd or a punk.
"Luis!" my mom yells.
"Yes!"
"Come here for a second, I need to tell you something" she said impatiently. This was unusual. She was sitting in the living room on the couch that arrived from the movers with boxes all around her. " look Luis you start school tomorrow and it's probably the best time I don't know but here take these" she hands me a key "ma you got me a car!" "Yea I thought you could use it for your first day."
The next day I got outside to my black 2008 Toyota Corolla, I love it I thanked her a hundred times though she told me to shut up too. I go to Fairfield high Alex's, my brother, school as I pull into the parking lot its packed I find a spot and I quickly drive to it but then this girl in a black bandanna, which I recognize from somewhere, cuts me off she gets out with some of her friends and stares me down I flick her off, in my head of course, and find another spot.
I get my schedule and the first name I see is Ms. Peterson 12th grade chemistry. My brother had her, crazy right. I get in the class and I see Roberto, the boy I knew before I left, we talk and catch up on other things like, what happened in the south side when I left.
Ms. Peterson walks into the classroom and she has her hair in a ponytail, and is wearing a suit with a skirt. As she walks up to the front of the room I see that girl from the parking lot. The teacher stands at the front of the classroom and starts talking about rules and stuff, not really listening, and then she says something about partners and how they are permanent. She calls out the roll and as she does that she is pairing people up. Then it gets to me "Gloria Estevez" and "Luis Fuentes" she says. That's the girl, I think. Wow to see her up close she is pretty. But I see a scar run down her cheek when she sits down beside me. As she does she makes and exasperated sigh, which kind of annoys me. We go over the syllabus, still not listening, and then Ms. Peterson says we should get to know our partners so we have to write something about what they did over the summer. "Why don't we just pass our journals" she says in a slight Spanish accent. "Sure"