“Danielle, I don’t think that it is going to work for us. I’m sorry. I can’t take the pain, the rumors going around of you and Pepe. It never seems like rumors to me. It sounds like the truth. Every time you and Pepe see each other, I see something in your eyes. It is something that I used to feel with you, way back when I knew we were truly in love. You see, mija, we are fighting more often now. And el bebe, am I really the father? Are you sure it isn’t Pepe?”
Danielle looked astonished. “Roberto, how could you think such a thing? The baby’s father is definitely yours, there’s no doubt. Pepe and I are just friends, nothing ever happened and nothing ever will. Pepe has always been a good friend of mine.”
“I’m sorry Dani, I just can’t go through with this. I know you’re lying. Listen, chica, yo no soy estupido. I know when something is up.” At this point, Roberto started doubting himself, but tried to conceal it. He stuck to his case.
“Fine, Roberto, but I’m telling you. Pepe solo es un amigo. The rumors you heard aren’t true.”
Danielle and Roberto then went their separate ways, away from each other. But they were never far in heart. Both started to think. Roberto, even though he was mad at Danielle, still had a passionate love for her. He started to think about saying sorry, realizing that everybody makes mistakes. He thought about this as he held the shiniest ring ever, thinking about what would have happened if he hadn’t broken up with her. He decided he wouldn’t do anything until Danielle told him what was really up, because it was quite obvious. Danielle knew she should tell the truth, but found it hard. If it hadn’t been for her niece’s quinceanera, then she wouldn’t have ever met Pepe. She really did love Roberto, she realized after a while. Pepe had just been nice to her, spoiling her with fancy dresses and gold. He was using her. Immediately, she went over to Pepe’s place. He greeted her and offered her some hot tortillas.
“Dani! Te parece tan linda hoy día. Come, sit, have a bite to eat.”
“No, Pepe. I need to talk to you.” Danielle pulled up a chair. “Look, I really think that we should just be friends. People have been spreading rumors, and they have got to the one I love, and we have split up. That’s all I have to say. I don’t want to ever see your face again!” Danielle’s face was getting quite red, and she got up and stormed out the door, not giving Pepe a chance to say anything more.
After her visit to Pepe, Danielle, went over to Roberto’s. He opened the door, and looked at his toes.
“Look, Roberto, I need to fess up. I haven’t been true to you. I met Pepe at my niece’s quinceanera and I thought he was a great guy. We were seeing each other for a little bit. We are no more though. You are the one I really love. Pepe just gave me material things. You truly loved me, and I really love you.”
“Danielle, I understand. Everybody makes mistakes. Just don’t do it again, please. Now, I have something to ask you.” Roberto got down on his knee and held out the diamond ring. “Will you marry me?”
Tuesday, December 23, 2008
Grandma's Birthday
A giant cake
70 candles for 70 years
Happy Birthday Grandma!
Mom comes out, bringing the cake
we are all singing
she tries to set the cake on the table
one candle collapses
the cake has a little fire
a domino effect starts to take place
one collapsed candle
leads to another
and another
now, the cake is just
a giant sugary fireball
mom takes a pitcher of water
dumps it on the blazing cake
my brother takes another
smothering the fire
Who needs a cake?
We all go out for ice cream
70 candles for 70 years
Happy Birthday Grandma!
Mom comes out, bringing the cake
we are all singing
she tries to set the cake on the table
one candle collapses
the cake has a little fire
a domino effect starts to take place
one collapsed candle
leads to another
and another
now, the cake is just
a giant sugary fireball
mom takes a pitcher of water
dumps it on the blazing cake
my brother takes another
smothering the fire
Who needs a cake?
We all go out for ice cream
Friday, December 19, 2008
Jordan DeAnthony Bosswell: Part 2
One cloudy day, just like most, Whitney and Jordan were talking about what Whitney would do with the baby.
"I guess I want to put the baby up for adoption, I just can't raise it myself, financially, physically or emotionally. I really don't want my baby to end up in the wrong hands though. I want to know the parent personally and get to see my baby frequently," said Whitney.
"Yeah, I agree. You would want someone who knows about taking care of a baby. Who are you thinking about?" replied Jordan.
"Well, I was thinking about my aunt and uncle, but they live so far away. I wish that somehow they could be closer," said Whitney with a sigh. "If that doesn't work out, I have no backup plan."
"Hey, what if I took care of the baby? Well I mean not just me, my family. We would raise it like a member of our family. My parents both are doctors, I'm sure we could handle it," persuaded Jordan.
"No, I couldn't let you take all of that responsibility. Your parents need to work, they can't do it. And you need to be at school," replied Whitney, not really thinking he was serious.
"No, I'm serious. Labron and April, my older twin siblings, work at home. April is a fashion designer, and she does drawings. Labron is a financial advisor. They're both 26, I'm sure they could do the job, but I'd have to ask first."
"That would be really nice, you really ARE serious. If that works out, that would I would be so grateful. Although, I'm not going to get my hopes up that it will work out. Thank you!" Whitney managed to pull a weak smile. Jordan gave a little nod.
"Well, I better get home to do homework and study for the big Chemistry test on Wednsday. I'll catch ya later," said Jordan. "Oh and, I'll do my best to help you out. Don't worry" Whitney and Jordan went their separate ways from that.
To be continued...
"I guess I want to put the baby up for adoption, I just can't raise it myself, financially, physically or emotionally. I really don't want my baby to end up in the wrong hands though. I want to know the parent personally and get to see my baby frequently," said Whitney.
"Yeah, I agree. You would want someone who knows about taking care of a baby. Who are you thinking about?" replied Jordan.
"Well, I was thinking about my aunt and uncle, but they live so far away. I wish that somehow they could be closer," said Whitney with a sigh. "If that doesn't work out, I have no backup plan."
"Hey, what if I took care of the baby? Well I mean not just me, my family. We would raise it like a member of our family. My parents both are doctors, I'm sure we could handle it," persuaded Jordan.
"No, I couldn't let you take all of that responsibility. Your parents need to work, they can't do it. And you need to be at school," replied Whitney, not really thinking he was serious.
"No, I'm serious. Labron and April, my older twin siblings, work at home. April is a fashion designer, and she does drawings. Labron is a financial advisor. They're both 26, I'm sure they could do the job, but I'd have to ask first."
"That would be really nice, you really ARE serious. If that works out, that would I would be so grateful. Although, I'm not going to get my hopes up that it will work out. Thank you!" Whitney managed to pull a weak smile. Jordan gave a little nod.
"Well, I better get home to do homework and study for the big Chemistry test on Wednsday. I'll catch ya later," said Jordan. "Oh and, I'll do my best to help you out. Don't worry" Whitney and Jordan went their separate ways from that.
To be continued...
Friday, December 12, 2008
Unhealthiest Burger
It has been declared that the most unhealthiest burger is the Jack in the Box junior bacon cheeseburger. It may seem like a bargain for only $1, but it's definately costing you way more than that. This burger has 400 calories, 23 grams of fat, and just 1 gram of fiber. Dieticians found that they also contain grilled or processed meats, which can lead to cancer. I just heard people talking about his on the Kane Show on HOT 995, and thought people may want to know about it. I started looking at Kane's blog to get this information. To find out more information about this as well as look into more unhealthy fast-food items, go to http://www.suntimes.com/lifestyles/health/1322675,CST-NWS-fastfood10.article?123
Thursday, December 11, 2008
Jordan DeAnthony Bosswell: Part 1
Jordan DeAnthony Bosswell was a quiet 16 year old with a lound talent. He could take something that the rest of the world thought was ugly, and make it so beautiful that it was difficult to take your eyes off of it; his specialty being painting dirty street corners. He looked like most African American teenage boys, but that changed once you made eye contact wiht him. His short, mocha curls seemed to take in and reflect all the light. His eyes were a cup of hot chocolate when the marshmallows had just dissolved, the Puff Magic of the fluffballs seeping and swirling. He held his head high. He was always aware of his surroundings and knew what was going on, like he could read invisible auras.
People at school knew Jordan as the quiet, gorgeous kid with his left hand always smudged with marker as a result of being a leftie. He was a nice kid, teachers loved him. He wasn't such a goody two shoes but never did anything terribly wrong. Jordan was just...there. The kids would always see Jordan hanging out with Whitney Willington. Whitney Willington was known as the great singer girl with the bubbly attitude. She was pretty popular, but not in a snobby way. Some people wondered what she found in Jordan. Even though Whitney and Jordan weren't a couple, they were really close, like siblings without all of the fighting. "What was so special about him? Whitney could be hanging at a party with US." She was a really beautiful girl. Her bouncy curls were always moving, and were the color of New York City when there is a power outage at midnight. She had nice skin, a caramel fudge milkshake. She had high cheekbones, lifting themselves to the sky. She was the type of girl that teachers always saw "that special thing" in her. She knew how to keep a secret, especially a secret concerning herself, that nobody could ever suspect, except for Jordan.
Jordan tried everything he could so that Whitney and her baby was safe and healty. The father of Whitney's baby was a cruel man, very mean. Whitney had done all she could, she said no. She slapped him. But he had a gun. This was what she had to do to save herself. She had no other choice. Now Whitney had another human to take care of. She couldn't afford to get an abortion. Jordan was the only other person who knew this. Whitney didn't have a father, he had left when she was 4 years old. Her mother was almost never home, it seemed that they talked through notes on the kitchen table than in person. Whitney's mom never asked the normal questions like "So how was school?" or "What homework do you have?" Whitney had spent 4 weeks with this human inside of her. She thought that her mother wouldn't even care when she found out she was pregnant, considering she had give birth when she was 17. Whitney had no idea what she was going to do with the baby. She didn't want to have this memory of the tragety that had happened to her, she didn't want to be the sad and depressed mother. She was considering giving the baby up for adoption, but she didn't want some random person gaining custody of her child, she wanted to be a part of this baby's life in some way or another.
To be continued...
People at school knew Jordan as the quiet, gorgeous kid with his left hand always smudged with marker as a result of being a leftie. He was a nice kid, teachers loved him. He wasn't such a goody two shoes but never did anything terribly wrong. Jordan was just...there. The kids would always see Jordan hanging out with Whitney Willington. Whitney Willington was known as the great singer girl with the bubbly attitude. She was pretty popular, but not in a snobby way. Some people wondered what she found in Jordan. Even though Whitney and Jordan weren't a couple, they were really close, like siblings without all of the fighting. "What was so special about him? Whitney could be hanging at a party with US." She was a really beautiful girl. Her bouncy curls were always moving, and were the color of New York City when there is a power outage at midnight. She had nice skin, a caramel fudge milkshake. She had high cheekbones, lifting themselves to the sky. She was the type of girl that teachers always saw "that special thing" in her. She knew how to keep a secret, especially a secret concerning herself, that nobody could ever suspect, except for Jordan.
Jordan tried everything he could so that Whitney and her baby was safe and healty. The father of Whitney's baby was a cruel man, very mean. Whitney had done all she could, she said no. She slapped him. But he had a gun. This was what she had to do to save herself. She had no other choice. Now Whitney had another human to take care of. She couldn't afford to get an abortion. Jordan was the only other person who knew this. Whitney didn't have a father, he had left when she was 4 years old. Her mother was almost never home, it seemed that they talked through notes on the kitchen table than in person. Whitney's mom never asked the normal questions like "So how was school?" or "What homework do you have?" Whitney had spent 4 weeks with this human inside of her. She thought that her mother wouldn't even care when she found out she was pregnant, considering she had give birth when she was 17. Whitney had no idea what she was going to do with the baby. She didn't want to have this memory of the tragety that had happened to her, she didn't want to be the sad and depressed mother. She was considering giving the baby up for adoption, but she didn't want some random person gaining custody of her child, she wanted to be a part of this baby's life in some way or another.
To be continued...
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