Holiday

It is always cold

Sometimes snows

Always rains 

Never causes pain

With red, green, and white 

It is always a delight

Family and friends

Sometimes boyfriends 

Giving and getting 

It is never upsetting 

The Soccer Game

        I was never the sporty kind. I did play here and there, but never liked being it teams. It was mostly because my cousins played all the sports and because they were the best. 

The ONLY soccer game I ever attended was the worst game ever! I liked watching, but when my cousins would get mad, I would turn and walk away. 

They were not doing so well as a team. They were down by a couple of points, but it was almost the end of the game. I thought they would lose, but they did not.

Thank god they did not lose, because if they had they would have killed me!

I did not mean to hit anybody with my shoe, but it happened. Luckily it was someone from the other team, which caused their team to win. Thank god is all I can say! 

Everyone new I did not know how to kick a ball, did not know how to play soccer, or anything besides basketball at that point, but they still managed to kick the ball towards me! 

Are you kidding me?! That was all I could think of! I am not even in the team uniform! 

"Pass the ball back!" the kids yelled. 

"No. It is fine," said the referee, " we have another one!"

And he threw a new ball onto the grass. They started playing again, but I really wanted to kick the ball back into the game. 

Silly me! I shouldn't have. 

I stood in front of the ball and kicked it with everything thing I had inside. Wish I hadn't! The ball flew in the air, and sadly my shoe along with it.

"Ouch!" yelled a kid and fell to the ground. 

Oh no! I had hit a kid with my shoe. What wasI to do! The kid got back up and kept playing the game, but it was a little too late to get his head in the game. The game was over and my cousin had hit the final goal. 

I did not get killed by my cousin, but she did had me my shoe back and said,

"Next time, hit the goalie. He needs a good bang on the head." 

                   

The "Sister" Thing

I was excited until I saw her. I really wanted a sibling, but a boy. A baby brother! NOT a sister! Why a sister?!

I had been wondering where my mom was all day! Did she leave fore work? Had she done shopping? I did not know. 

"Dad? Where is mom?" I asked.

"She is at the doctors'," he answered. 

I wanted to know what mom was doing at the doctors', but I did not ask. Hours passed and I was home with dad with nothing to do. We played games until noon and suddenly the phone rang! 

"She is on her way!" someone exclaimed over the phone. 

And after that, dad and I ran out the door. 

I had no idea what was going on! I was a home playing games and suddenly I was at a hos-pi-tal, dad called it. Dad asked the lady in the high desk where mom was. I am not sure what the lady did. I could nearly see her desk fro where I stood.

We waited a while and then we went into a room. 

"MOM!" I yelled. 

"Shhh," she said,"the baby is asleep." 

Dad brought the baby to my level. What was this thing? I was looking at her like some sort of mutant alien! 

I had heard my parents talking about a baby, but I had never seen one like this. It was weird. 

Later on they explained to me that I was going to be a big sister and would care for the little baby. But so far, after 11 years, I still do not find the caring part they were talking about! 

Freckles

Dots. Periods.

Polka dots. Brown dots.

That is what people always thought about my freckles.

They did not know what to call them.

Sun spots. Spots.

Always something different. Always suppose to be an insult.

Banana face?

I have already heard that.

Freckles!

Yes. That is what they are, and what they forever will be.

Yes. That is what is on my face, and that is where they will remain.

Freckles. 

Pink Pointe Shoe

"Yes!" 

I couldn't wait until tomorrow. It was going to be the best day ever! 

"Hurry! We are going to be late," yelled my mom. 

I was finally in the dance after-school program I wanted to be. 

"Do you want to be on time?" 

"Yes,yes I am going" 

It was day I was getting my ballet things. The class required a pair of pink ballet slipper, a black leotard, pink tights and a hairnet for my bun. 

I had to get everything today, or else I would not be able to take my placement test. 

I rushed out of the apartment, ran down the stairs, and flew out the main door into the car. It was a long drive the dance store and my mom had made an appointment with someone from the store to help me choose what to get for the class. 

I was overwhelmed. I couldn't believe it! Finally! Finally, this day had come! 

My mom went into the store with me and as I walked in...I lost it! 

There were leotards in every color, ballet shoes in every color too! Pancake tutus, romantic tutus and almost everything I had ever imagined in a ballet store! It was a dream come true.

I went crazy and got almost everything from the store, apart from what I could only hold in my arms. Suddenly, my mom popped my bubble. 

"Here you go. These are the right size," the woman said. 

Again, I remembered I was not here for fun and to buy costumes. I was here for a pink  ballet shoes, pink tights, and a black leotard. 

I smiled at the woman and  asked about pink ballet shoes. She smiled back and took me to the back room. 

There in that dark room, was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen! There were dancing shoes of every type! The ones that caught my attention were the pink pointe shoes in the back. They were the only ones. I was crazy about them! And wanted them really badly!! However, the woman gave me beginners shoes and took me back to the main store to pay. 

I walked out of that room wanting to dance ballet professionally and on pointe. I could tell the cashier had seen my face and knew what I wanted, because she asked me if I had liked them. I said yes and at that moment she reached into a box behind the counter and handed me a small key chain with a pink pointe shoe. 

"May your wish come true," she said. 

The photo-booth

  I was really excited about being back with my aunt and uncle. I had missed the, so much!

  I had grown up with them and nothing would stand in the way of spending time with them. Although I don't remember much about them; I loved me still.

  Sitting at the pizza place all together is the best thing I have done my whole trip. They even let me choose the pizza! I couldn't have been more excited than there.

  My mom and dad were happy because we were a,l together again, but my sister was not thrilled. She was born in LA and didn't know my aunt and uncle, but that didn't stop her from hating them. I think she disliked them because they mostly cared about me, but after a while she smiled and got along just fine.

  We had a great time at dinner and we even stay until the place closed. W had lost track of time during our meeting. We did not want to leave without something to remember our meeting and short period reunion, but we didn't know what to do.  Started walking out of the restaurant, when suddenly we saw it.

  The Photo-booth! 

  That photo-booth was going to be out memory.

  My aunt and uncle insisted on having two shots of me and my sister and one with all of us in it.

  The 1st time wasn't that great. My sister and I had good shots, but when my mom and aunt got in the picture it failed. Luckily my dad and uncle seemed to have a clue of what to do and that shot looked good!

  We tried again for my mom and aunts sake, but it still failed. My dad and uncle, on the other hand, were perfect once more!

  Some pictures might not be the best, might look nasty, but the nastier the picture, the better the memory.