My New Bike

NOTES FROM LAUREN NICOLE: Wow, haven't written for this in a while! I was organizing my files on my computer (the things I do when I should be doing summer assignments. Heh…) Well, I found "Moments of Carlos Garcia" and was like "Oh my goodness, I forgot about this! So, here we are, with me updating this for the first time since May 8th…Wow, that's a bit sad…Well enough of my babbling, here we go! My New Bike=)


**Makes a reference to "Carlos' Helmet Never Fails"

**The boys are 9 in this one, and IDK if most 9 year olds still believe in Santa. My brother is 9 and he does, but ya know, kinda different circumstances. So…yeah.


"Papi, can I have some paper and a marker?" Carlos asked his dad as he was making dinner. Mr. Garcia turned to his son.

"Of course. You can grab a piece from the printer and there should be a marker in the junk drawer." He informed the boy.

"Thanks, Papi!" Carlos said happily as he ran towards the computer, stopping to grab a blue marker from the drawer by the refrigerator. Once he had his supplies, he went up to his bedroom, grabbed a book to lean on, and sat criss-cross on his bed.

Dear Santa,

Hi! How's the North Pole? Is it really cold? It's pretty cold in Minnesota. But that's okay, cuz cold means snow and snow means snowmen and snowball fights and hot chocolate. Kendall's mom makes really yummy hot chocolate!

I was wondering if you could bring me a bike for Christmas. Last month I broke mine when I tried to ride it down the slide at the park. I crashed and it got bent up and I can't ride it. I asked mami and papi if I could get a new one, but they said that we didn't have enough money right now. I don't' know why they just can't go to the ATM and get some money printed out for them, but I forgot to ask them.

Anyways, could you bring me a new one? I really really really want to get a blue one. Blue's my favorite color now! My old bike was red, because that used to be my favorite color, but now I like blue. My friend Logan likes red. I asked him if he wanted my old bike, because it was red, but he said no thanks. I guess he didn't want a broken bike. Oh well.

So Santa, if you could bring me a brand new blue bike, I would be the happiest boy ever in the world! I hope you are having fun up North! Say hi to Mrs. Claus and the reindeer and the elves for me! Bye!

Love Carlos

Carlos read through his letter, and when he was satisfied with what he had written, he took the paper and scurried down the steps back into the kitchen. His older brother Miguel was getting a Coke out of the fridge.

"Papi," Carlos asked his father who was finishing making dinner. "Can I have an envelope?" Mr. Garcia nodded.

"Miguel, can you get Carlos an envelope?" He asked his oldest son. Miguel set the bottle on the counter and opened up the cabinet by the fridge. He pulled out an envelope and handed it to Carlos. He took it and sat down at the kitchen table, folding the letter and sliding it in. He made a disgusted face as he licked the glue on the flap and sealed it shut.

"So whatcha got there, Litos?" Miguel asked as he sat down next to his brother.

"I wrote a letter to Santa." Carlos grinned. Miguel smiled, knowing that Santa was one of Carlos' hero's. "Did you write your letter yet?" Miguel bit back a chuckle.

"Not yet, buddy." Carlos tilted his head in confusion.

"But Christmas is in eleven days! If you wait too long, Santa might not get it in time!" Carlos worried. He didn't want his older brother to miss out on all the presents.

"Don't worry, I'll email Santa later." Miguel told him. Mr. Garcia let out a small laugh.

"Can I email him too?" The young boy asked curiously. Miguel shook his head.

"Nope, only kids who are thirteen or older are allowed to email him." He informed, trying not to let Carlos catch on.

"Oh, ok!" He chirped.

"Dinner's ready." Mr. Garcia announced, setting a bowl of pasta on the table.

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the next morning…

"Mami can you mail my letter to Santa for me?" Carlos asked, taking a bite of his Capt'n Crunch.

"Of course, mijo." Mrs. Garcia smiled, sipping her hot mug of tea. Carlos handed her the envelope. The front of it read 'Santa Claus, The North Pole'. She set the letter on the table and checked that clock on the wall. "Hurry up and finish your breakfast, the bus will be here soon." Carlos nodded and finished the last of his cereal. He rinsed out his bowl and placed it in the sink. He grabbed his backpack, walked out the door and down the street to the bus stop where Kendall, Logan, and James were already waiting.

Once she was sure that Carlos was out of the house for the day, Mrs. Garcia took the letter and opened it up. She read what her son had written and smiled. Her and her husband had bought exactly what Carlos had asked for- A brand new blue bike, just his size. They were keeping it at their neighbor's house so there was no way that Carlos could find it. And that way, on Christmas morning, he would get the present he had wanted most.

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Christmas morning…

"Miguel. Miguel. Miguel. Miguel." Carlos whispered as he poked the sleeping body of his brother. The older boy opened his eyes a crack and saw Carlos standing next to his bed.

"What is it, Litos?" He asked, his voice still groggy with sleep. He glanced at his alarm clock. 6:37 am.

"It's Christmas!" Carlos announced excitedly. He peeled off the blanket and comforter that Miguel was cocooned in and literally dragged him out of bed. Miguel rubbed his eyes and stretched his back. Carlos bolted out of his room, Miguel slowly shuffling out behind him. He made his way downstairs as Carlos went to wake up his parents. Eventually, the Garcia family was in the living room, Mr. and Mrs. Garcia on the couch, Miguel curled up on the recliner, and Carlos sitting on the floor next to the tree. He couldn't take his eyes off of the mountain of presents.

"Are you going to open any, or are you just going to stare at them all day?" Miguel teased. Carlos laughed and reached for a medium box with "Carlos" written on the tag. He examined the box for a second, then tore off the wrapping paper like his life depended on whatever was inside this package. His brown eyes widened as he looked at what he'd opened. A Nerf N-Strike Barricade RV-10.

"Woah!" Carlos exclaimed in awe. Miguel leaned over and nudged the younger boy with his elbow.

"I'll show you how to use that, then there shall be war." He whispered with a mischievous grin on his face. Carlos smiled widely and nodded. The two brothers finished opening their gifts. Soon enough, there was a pile of Christmas themed wrapping paper on the floor. Carlos ended up receiving a Nerf gun, some Power Rangers action figures, a new hockey stick, a Lego set, and a bunch of other miscellaneous items.

Carlos was extremely happy with all of his presents. He couldn't wait to play with his toys and have a great time. But deep down inside, he was upset that Santa hadn't brought him a bike. But he kept his huge smile on his face, not wanting to show his disappointment. Suddenly, there was a knock at the door.

"I'll go get that." Mr. Garcia said as he got up off of the couch. He walked to the door opened it. "Well, hello Mike. What are you doing here?" He asked in a "confused" voice.

"Morning, Robert. Is Carlos here?" Mike Johnson, the Garcia's neighbor, asked.

"He's right in here, why don't you come in and warm up." Mr. Garcia suggested. Mr. Johnson followed him into the living room.

"Sylvia, Miguel." He greeted with a smile. "Carlos." he addressed the young boy sitting on the floor.

"Hi, Mr. Johnson." Carlos said politely.

"So, Carlos, I think there might have been a mistake."

Carlos looked at him with a confused look on his face.

"What do you mean?"

"I think Santa accidently delivered one of your presents to my house." Mike explained. Carlos' eyes widened with excitement. "Come outside and see it."

"Okay!" Carlos jumped up off of the floor and ran to the door. He looked outside and couldn't believe his eyes. There, sitting on the front step of the Garcia's house, was a brand new, shiny dark blue bike, complete with a Christmas bow on the handlebars. A tag hung off of the metal frame with 'To Carlos' written in big red letters.

In his sock feet, Carlos ran out into the snow to get a better look at his new bike. He walked circles around it, admiring it everything about it. The black grips on the handles, the tires full of air, the seat just begging to have Carlos' little butt sit on it to go for a ride.

"Mami! Papi! Miguel! Look what Santa brought for me!" The nine year old boy called to his family. They came to the doorway and stood smiling at the excited boy. "It's my new bike!"


NOTES FROM LAUREN NICOLE: What do you think? This took longer than expected, but I think the time was well spent. I like it, and I hope you do too=) Please review! Oh my BTR! I'm going to the BTR concert in 2 days! I'm so excited, and if it weren't 12:08 am right now, I'd probably scream out loud. Follow me on Twitter (Glamtastic97) if you wanna see pics from the concert. I'll post billions of them after=) Well, until next time,

~LaurenNicole