DON3!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I look down on the floor of my house. I'm jumping up two stairs at a time. I get to the top in pater of seconds. I land on the last strait step and make it look all dramatic. I start to walk toward the computer table. I move my hips side to side like I were to be walking down a cat walk.

I sit down on the computer roller chair and swing myself facing the computer screen that looks like a T.V. screen but where you can control everything your self.

I push on the big button on the CPU. I slide myself into the table, slouch, and get comfortable.

I can't believe I have to write just one more S.O.L. for this contest for my English teacher Mrs. Brown, I thought. This is amazing, I feel relived, accomplished, stronger, proud. I feel like I have done something good for myself and for my readers.

The computer was on I logged onto my moms computer thing home. I click on the Internet sign that make me feel closer to the heart of the contest.

Internet pops up, I keep going. I click on the blog spot sign. I type in my e-mail address and type in my password, the computer keeps taking me further and further to the finish line. I move my hand to NEW POST, and that is where it took me to last post of this month.

And this is where I begging with this S.O.L.

Ah I'm Scared!!!!!

-Yeah totally- I was talking to Aarty on MSN Messenger.

-Jajaja you should- She typed and everything a saw was darkness, nothing, I was finally blind.

"Oh my gosh!" I yelled out loud to myself. I can not believe the lights have just gone off. I am baby sitting and the lights go off.

"Maya, come here. Come here," I grabbed my phone (luckily my phone was with me) turning on the flash light on my phone.

I grabbed her and started walking around in my house looking for another flash light. I used to have one right next to my bed, but ever since Maya was born to run she has been into my room and stolen it. She is fast at steeling things.

I kept walking around my house. I started to shake for some reason, I think I was getting nervous. I was walking around so much looking for a flash light that I started to feel hot, and when you start feeling hot with no lights that's not good.

So I went out side. I sat down right in front of my house which is in closed with a white gate. I sat there with Maya. She finally got board and went to her bike that was on the side of the garage type thing. She strapped herself in and I pushed her a little bit so we both don't get to hot and tired.

"Hey," my savior has come. My neighbor Hilma came outside with her daughter Lili (Mayas friend).

"Hi" Maya said running to the door to go out side to go play with Lili. I open it and she runs out; guess what... I had to run after her with Hilma.

I stayed out side with Maya for a little bit with Lili and Hilma. The night was cloudy but there was a moon to see. You could see a ray of light trying to pass by the clouds that clog the nights skies.

"Okay I think it's time for the girls to go inside," Hilma said out loud for all of us to hear.

"Yup," I grabbed Maya and told her to say good night to everyone and she said good night and we went in. "I will come back out in a little bit," I yelled to Hilma. I was to scared to be in my own house with the lights off.

I finish putting Maya to bed and she dives into her bed like she was diving from a cliff into a cold sea.

I walk out with my little flash light on my phone and sit down on the little bench were there was Mrs. Hilma, Jorge (her son), and Luis (his friend/my next door neighbor), and me. We all sat there talking and saying that we are tired and that the people from the electricity were lying about when the lights were going to come back on and about anything that came up onto our minds.

I would have to say that I was relived when my parents came back home from a concert and that when we walked into the house the lights came back on.

(The lights were out for about a good three hours.)

In the end it was a very interesting night for me cause I get to walk up stairs and write on my blog to you all people that read it for me.

OUCH!!!!!

Oh my gosh, Oh my gosh, I was yelling in my head. I can't believe I'm doing this right now.

My grandma was coming at me with a gun. Not just any gun. She was coming at me with a piecing gun.

I have cleaned my earlobe with alcohol. I have also put a pen dot on my ear to indicate where my grandma would be putting the earring.

Yes, my grandma was going to give me an ear piercing. It's interesting on how she got the gun. She is a nurse and when piercings were just becoming famous you needed a nurse to do it; not some random person. So she got the job as give ear piercings.

She told me her first time giving someone an ear piercing she made the wholes uneven. I guess it was really bad that her friend had to fix it for her. In the end I think it was fine.

"Okay ready Madison?" she asks me still coming at me with the gun.

"Ah mom," I grab my mom by her shirt and pull her to me. I hug her tight. She hugs me tighter.

"Okay here I go," Nuni puts the gun at my ear putting 'pressure'.

I can't believe I'm doing this! I can't believe I'm doing this!

I hug my mom tighter, my grandma pushes more on the gun. All I hear is the gun that has been pushed to make the earring go through my ear like a bullet.

OUCH! I say in my head. The motions were to fast that I really had no time to scream or yell or say anything other than silence.

"There you go," my mom says just how she tells me after getting a shot in the arm in the hospital.

"It looks good," my grandma says.

I think that I'm lucky that I got this for free as well as that I get to have a second ear piercing and that my grandma has done this enough times that now she would not be able to mess up to make this ear piercing look good.

Destination Unknown!!!!!

"Take a right! Right! Right!" I sort of yelled from the passengers seat of our car from Panama City, Panama, with our driver from Hingham, Massachusetts.

My grandma: Nuni. She was driving my sister and I to church this morning. It was pretty interesting to be in the front seat and watching an American drive in a foregin country (not in a bad way). My grandmother drives so differently from my mom, my dad, taxis, buses (Deablo Rojos), and any other driver in the city of Panama.

I watch her go the way I point for her, I watch her go the way I tell her, I watch her go the way the wind is blowing.

I tell her where to go; she would sometimes not believe me that I'm directing her the way to get to our destination unknown.

"Okay Madison where to now?" Nuni asks me.

"Um... just take a right here," I was directing her out of Clayton to our neighborhood that's practically right next to Clayton.

We keep talking about anything that poped into our minds at any second. More my grandma than me; but made conversation. We kept driving. I kept directing her to the house that lied food, T.V., movies, and etc. for my sister, my grandma, and me.

We drove through the green light following the law of the road (unlike some people just ride right through the red light like no ones going to get hurt by them).

I direct her through the neighborhood and we finally get to our destination that was unknown in the beginning but now we are home.

Life or Death

"Here let me help you," Emily one of the student teachers was going to help me go up a rope that was hung over the water.

"Okay. Thanks," I grab the spiky soaking rope. I put my foot through one little hole in the rope. I finally start to clime up. I let go by my feet and now I'm hanging by my arms only. I pull up with my body and finally get a good place for my foot to hold me up right.

"Ready Madison?" Em asks me starting to pull be back up toward the beach. I look back to the bottom.

Oh my gosh I'm totally up high, I thought. I looked back to Em and told her, "Ready."

She lets me go. I go. I'm practically flying in the air just holding onto a rope. I can't believe I'm doing this.

I'm finally at the right place to let go of the rope were I'm ready to let go of my life, to let go of my sole, to let go of my safety. I let go of the rope and feel the air rush by me. All of a sudden I splashed the water all over my body. I feel coldness from the hot day sunny day. My but hits the sand on the bottom of the ocean. I flip my feet to the sand and push my body out of the water as if I was ripping myself out of ropes that have tied me down. I come up out safe and push my hair back.

"Woohoo!" I kind of yell from the water that was streaming down my face over my mouth.

"Yeah Madison," some of the student teachers said as I was fixing my bikini from my jump.

After I went some of them did it and so did I.

She has Arrived!!!!!

She came.

She finally came to the one hot and moist place.

She has come from a cold and winter days and nights.

She says,

It has been snowing,

hailing,

and sleeting.

I look at her with her whitish grayish hair

that once was as brown as a milk chocolate bar.

My Nuni...

I look at her,

I see her size.

I feel as if she has shrunk;

really I have grown.

I can't believe I'm here,

she keeps saying as she

goes into the bathroom,

as she goes into her room,

as she walks up to me

and kisses me on the cheek,

and as she goes and says good night

to my mom.

I can't believe that

my Nuni

is here.

She came from a snowing,

hailing,

sleeting place.

Now she is here

in our arms

to warm her.

Run Forest! Run!

The hot moist wind was running past me as I jogged along side my mom in the beautiful summer afternoon.

We were jogging in our neighborhood where I have pretty much lived my whole life ever since I was ten months old. This place is my home and my heart. I have had so many memories here that when it is time to go on vacation to the states for the summer it is a nightmare for me to leave the paradise I live in. I always know that I will come back to my house with a warm beating feeling in my chest.

I was jogging a bit faster because I have a faster pace than her. But this time I wanted to run with my mom. She was the one who inspired me to go out today and jog.

We passed the houses that are getting built around us, the tennis courts where a lot of people from school go (where I used to play and have great times with my best friends), the main road to leave the neighborhood, and we kept going through the nice exotic, peaceful, soothing neighborhood.

We kept jogging, and I was starting to run. I was going faster and faster into my pace leaving my mom behind.

"Yeah go ahead! I'll meet up with you at the tennis courts!" my mom yelled at me from not a great distance, but enough of a distance that she had to raise her voice to let me know that she will be fine jogging behind. I think she knew I was not going to be able to stand to stay with her behind.

"Okay! See you there!" I yelled back to her still looking forward getting side tracked from my breathing in through my nose and out through my mouth.

I was flying through the little street. I covered the turn to the other street that makes this part of the neighborhood a circle. I ran and ran and ran, looking towards the end of the street, thinking when will I end up at the other side? When will this be over?

I was thinking I was in a long distance running race by myself coming to the end and thinking everyone was looking at me from the inside of their homes.

I turned again and ran back to the street I started at. I was running down the street and turned to the street I started again. I ran and ran harder and harder pushing myself more and more and I finally got to the end of the road and stopped breathless.

I turn to look back at the one other person was in the relay race with me. My mom was jogging as fast as she could and ended up making it to the finish line.

Boys, Boys, Boys; We Love Them! We Love Them

Okay I have been caught red handed.

Yes, I was trying to listen to the boys talk in the library today. I know it's lame, but I think their conversations are way more interesting than the ones us girls have.

Mr. Bustos says that we really don't want to hear what they say and that we would cry. Alexis, Titi, and I say that we wouldn't cry.

See their conversations are probably way more interesting. See in our conversations we really don't talk about anything interesting because everyone is so shy to talk about their feelings and problems. Okay I was not shy before about talking out to everyone, but one time I said something and the word got out twisted up like a tongue twister, like the shape of a strawberry twizzler (my favorite). Now I can't really put my two cents out there any more or else I'm in for it with some one spilling the wine glass and telling one guy and the other guy tells two others and then they each tell two others then by the next period the whole middle school building supposedly knows what I said.

So as you can tell our girl meetings are not that interesting because all we talk about are rumors, a certain teacher, and what everelse that is not interesting for us.

So I was trying to ease drop on the boys conversation, but we couldn't hear anything and Mr. Bustos would drag us back to our seat and say, "No, you can't listen."

In the end Alexis, Titi, and I never could hear the boys. All we could hear was the boys cheering twice for something.

Sorry I was trying to listen, but what you need to know is that we could not hear anything through the thick walls of Mr. Bustos classroom to the library.

Singing!!!!!

She's got a smile that seems to m-e reminds me of child-hood me-mor-ies where ev-erythin' was as fresh as the bright-t blue sky-ay-ay, Sweat Child'O Mine came was next on the CD that my brother Andres burned.

Now so you all know, "Sweat Child'O Mine," is the Jovane-Flynn's song to sing. It's really funny if you think about it. See my dad, my mom, my brother, and myself know this song by heart. The song was like in scripted into our heart and brain. When this song comes on any where we just bust out singing it.

When my brother was in middle school he was on the school's band. He had to practice and practice this song so much that we ALL in the family practically learned it our selves.

I hate to look into those eyes and see the ounces of pain, her hair reminds me of a warm safe place where I as a child I'd hide, my father and I started to sing in the car with the CD. We were singing it like we were Axel Rose on stage in a car filled with millions of people wanting to hear us together.

I was sitting there remembering the time my brother was in the car with us the last time he was here in Panama, my mom, my brother, and I were sitting in the blue yaris. My mom was in the drivers side, my brother was in the passengers side, and I was in the back like a little kid. The song came on with us together then and we started to sing it all together. We were a mute choir. It was so much fun that when the song was over we started to laugh cause we all knew the whole song all the way through.

Now my dad and I were sitting in the car waiting for a red light to go green for us to go home. But instead of wanting to go home we were both having a blast at singing Sweat Child'O Mine in the car.

We sang the song from Don Pan in the mall until were I live, (I don't live that far away from the Albrook Mall).

It was a nice bond with my father on his night off from work.

Drenched!

"Okay ready to run Nesha?" I asked my moms student teacher who I had to go home with.

"Yeah lets go," she starts to get ready to go into the droplets that were as big as marbles.

She lifted up the small umbrella that is really a one person umbrella.

The only thing that was going through my head when we first walked into that hell of water was that my bag is going to get soaked and that my shoes are totally not going to make it for tomorrow for school.

"Oh my gosh my shoes," I squeal.

"My sandles," Danisha squeals too.

We were walking in the parking lot towards the Reeder Gym (Kiwanis Gym). We were getting closer towards the gym and I said over the rains voice, "I'm running now! Run Danisha!" I yell starting to run towards the gyms little hall way in the middle of these two buildings.

I ran past Danisha and I finally felt the relieve of no more rain. I walk into the gym and I don't see or hear Danisha any where for about like 40 seconds.

"Wow," she pops out of another hall way in the gym from the out side.

"Oh my gosh," I was so surprised that I got so wet just from going from the middle school building and to the Reeder Gym. I know it's a long distance but it's still a little shorter.

Danisha gives me her phone to put into my bag that might just be a bit better to hide instead of her bag. We walk to the other side of the gym and walk out to a part of the gym outside where the cats and dogs that fall from the sky don't get to us. We walk to the end of the little over head thing.

"Okay," we both breath at the same time with adrenaline and disappointment running through us cause we still have a longer way to run to the house she is staying at.

"One, two, three," we start to run into the rain and get soaking wet and we end up at the house she was staying at.

She opens the door and we run into the house as if someone was following us who was trying to attack us.

I was standing there finally in the house with the door shut behind me and with two other student teachers staring at me while Nesha was drying off with me just dripping off the water marbles off of my school shirt and my soccer pants and my black converse for school.

Pizza Night

"Who wants pizza for dinner tonight?" my dad asked my mom and I plus my sister but she doesn't really count cause she is too little to choose for her self.

"I want pizza," I raise my hand while sitting at the computer table looking like a big girl on the out side but acting like a little five year old who wants something badly.

My mom and dad look at each other as if they were having a short privet conversation just by looking into there own eyes.

My mom smiles and says, "Yeah sure. We can get pizza."

"Yeahs!" I hiss under my breath.

My dad smiles and says, "Okay then I'll go to Athens Pizza and get a large family pepperoni pizza and a small salad," he tells us what he was going to order so when he comes home no one will complain to him about anything.

I smile that he got the list for dinner right.

He walks out the door and a few minutes later he walks back in with a box of pizza and a bag with a salad inside for us all to eat for dinner.

All in all dinner was wonderful.

Egg Toss

Cla Pla Clapa Ping... the knife and fork looking thing banged against the hot steaming stove in front of the table my family and I were sitting at with another family we didn't know.

The cook in front of us all was hitting and banging his utensils making a type of music you would hear in the kitchen.

He grabbed an egg from the little plat and had it in between his fork looking thing and his cake cuter looking thing. He tossed it up in the air and put his cake cuter looking thing to the the side and the egg dropped on to the flipper and it cracked the egg open and the yolk inside came out onto the fire hot stove and started to sizzle.

The cook kept going on with his little show and made every thing look so exciting and my family and the other family, (who we didn't know), had a wonderful time.

When I go to Benihanas I always have new memories about going to a place where they cook right in front of you. It's always a new adventure.

Flying

"Yes," I breathed under my breath. I was gliding on my board. The long skate board that I was really hoping to get for Christmas but instead I had to go out and buy it myself.

It turned out to be way cooler about buying my own board. It makes the board feel more spacial to me since I bought it with my own money.

I pushed, I pushed, and I pushed three times. I put my right leg back to behind the board behind the left leg. I glided for a little bit going up hill. I had to pump about two more times. The I finally got to the top of mini hill.

I look around for any cars. I look down the road, behind me, and on the other road behind the one that I was going to go down.

"Okay. Here I go," I mouth to myself.

I push off once to get a heads start. I go down. I get to a point really fast that I have to pump again to get more speed. I push four more times and I start to fly.

I open my arms up a little to feel like I really am flying. The feeling is so great. The air passing by you wanting me to stop right there but my body not wanting to stop. My body just ignores the force of the wind and I keep going forward down the street with darkness around me only having street lights shining every time I pass.

I close my eyes to feel like I was on a mountain with loud wind. I open them again; the hills disappear from my blank mind.

I get to the end of the street to where I have to start to turn around. I turn and I kind of keep going. Now I'm facing the other way back to where I started my adventure.

I pump, I pump, and I pump three times and this is were I start all over again from the top of the hill.

Back In The Day

"Hey Rudie!" I look at my big and gold boxer dog whom is like about one hundred and ninety pounds. He's a big and hyper dog who loves to be cared for and touched and petted.

Rudie was my old dogs pup. Rosie. Rosie was my first dog I ever had. She looked like a tiger. She was so beautiful. I loved her so much. But on February a week after her birthday she past away. She was not doing so well. She was really sick. She got like three different deceases in like one month. Then the day came that she had to go. I really miss her company.

I sat down on the little step that leads out toward the back yard. Rudie came at me and started to lick me.

"No Rudie. Don't lick me," I told him pushing him away from my face.

He sat down in front of me. I remember when his mom Rosie would do the same thing. He sat in front of me and I started to pet him with grace.

I started to scratch him really fast on his neck and he started to love it. It was so cute. It really reminded me of how his mom used to do it.

I finished up with petting him because my hands started to get really dirty. I said, "Good night Rudie," and walked inside to wash my hands like I did with his mom too.

Now I am learning to love Rudie as much as I loved Rosie.

Kiss Me I'm Pan

Art class. My favorite class of the day. The time of the day where you can rest, do homework that has not been done, sleep, read, draw, paint, and even get ready to not get pinched.

This morning when I woke up I knew right away it was Saint Patrick's day. The day were when you don't wear something green you will get pinched like you've never been pinched before.

I put an item that was green on but no one could see it. So when I walked into my art class I found a paint brush and green paint.

What do you do with a paint brush and a little bit of green paint on Saint Patrick's day?

I grabbed the brush and asked one of my best friend who is in the same art class as me, "Hey Alexis? Can you help me put, Kiss me I'm Panamanian, on my arm?"

"Yeah," she walks to where I was standing with the paint and she started. She put K-I-S-S M-E I-'-M P-A-N. Then she was interrupted by Mr. Bustos.

"Come on girls get to your seats. Sit down," he has just stopped Alexis from finishing to write Kiss Me I'm Panamanian.

"Why Mr. B. Let her finish this and well go," I was telling him.

"No no no. You wait. Go sit down."

I think it's funny how Mr. Bustos does that. How he acts almost just like us. He like uses the same chemistry strait back at us. I think it's really hilarious.

"Fine," Alexis directs to Mr. B. "I'll finish it after class," Alexis tell me putting down the paint brush and walking toward our table.

"Fine."

I was walking around the whole class with an unfinished saying in my arm. All it said on my arm was, Kiss Me I'm Pan. Everyone was laughing a little about it.

The class goes by and Alexis finally finished the saying on my arm and it came out looking like Mr. B never interrupted anything.

Announcement!!!!!

Deenoo neenoo nee, the intercome started to get our atention from our teachers.

The voice from behind the curtain started to announce, "Sorry to interrupt. All after school activities are canceled," I could recognize the voice from behind. It was Mrs. Cratidis.

NO! I said in my head really wanting to play the best sport in world wide; soccer.

Soccer is my sport that I love to play. It's one of those games that you play that you just love to kick that soccer ball into the goal and the crowd going buzerk at the beautiful goal you just made, (even though I have never really made one during a soccer game but I love to see it happen and I think it's really funny to see people go crazy it).

I love the game because it's one of the sports that I'm just good at. I can get on the team and I have been playing since I was about in the second grade.

To me soccer is my sport. I play it at the beach, in the front of my house, on the street (bare footed), in the school, at my grandmas house, in the house, and at any place that has a soccer ball I'm there at the game.

So as you can see I was pretty bombed about not having soccer practice today after school because of some protests in the city.

Personal Opinion

Let me just cut to the chase here okay. I didn't really like this book because it was just about these kids whom were just destroying them selves on an island. They were getting sent out of a war and they were making a new war in there little island.

These boys got on my nerves. I'm really sorry but they were really all stupid; not stupid but unintelligent to not work together. If one wants this then they are in charge of this part then another they are in charge of the other next step and so on and so forth.

If I was not required to read this book I'm sorry but I would have not read this. It's just really not my type of book to read so you all know to the people who might like this book.

(I don't know how Ms. Sarah could read this book more than twenty-five times!)

If I had to recommend this book I would say,"If you like kids being on a stranded island working out problems and self control then it's a book for you." I would also say the opposite of that, "If you don't like reading about kids being..."

I personally did not like this book Lord of the Flies.

Invite

"Hey mom?" I call her from the other side of her class room. I was sitting on a desk toward a girl that did not have her tauter; I turned out being her tauter for the day.

"Yeahs?" she asks in return.

"Um. Can we? Can we? Go to Pan & Canela?" I ask her with a baby voice that means that I really kind of want to go.

She stops what she is doing and thinks, "Yes we can go," she agrees with me today. Yay.

I look over to the other side of the class room and her new student teacher was sitting in my moms work table where all of her work papers are from the kids.

"Would you like to come?" I ask her with a normal voice.

She looks at my mom and says, "Can I come with?"

"Yeah! Come!" my mom said with her nice loud ton like it's all good. "That's actually one of the reasons I said yes we can go today cause you'll be coming with us. And she started to laugh like she always does. It's a really contagious laugh so I laugh too.

While sitting there waiting to go to Pan & Canela I was remembering back to when my mom had another student teacher. We used to go to the coffee shop instead of Pan & Canela. We loved going together. But now we go to Pan & Canela.

Adrenaline!!!!!

"Oh my gosh," I whisper under my breath before being dropped down a line with no control over. Going over a huge water fall in the middle of no where.

"AAAAAHHHHHH!!!!!!!" I yell; wind pushing against me wanting me to stop, but the force couldn't leave me behind.

I shut my eyes for a second then I open them up and I look down toward where my mom would be. I see a glimpse of people down there, but I was going too fast to be able to see anyone perfectly.

I look to the other side where the waterfall was. It was gorgeous. I just saw a glimpse and it was beautiful. The water looked so perfect to just fall from the top into the bottom where it ends. Sadly you would die if you did.

"AAAAAHHHHHH!!!!!!!" I yell again with fright. My heart was beating like a humming bird's wings. I still had my eyes open.

I look forward and I see people on the other platform taking pictures of me and videos. I bet my face looks really weird right now, I thought.

Zzzzzzzzzzzoooooooommmmmmmmooooooommmmmm, the wire was talking to me like it was too much adrenalin for it as it was for me coming to a stop at the platform.

"Oh my gosh! That was freakin' awesome," I tell Andrea and Erin (two of the student teachers) who were waiting for me.

"Yeah, I have some really good pictures of you," Andrea looks at me with the same face I have on.

"I have a good video of you too," Erin tells me reviewing it.

We start to walk down to the next zip line and I have a different feeling as if I were a new pro on this zip line through El Valle.

In Top 10 Weirdest Things

You know how when your at the mall you expect no one to really come up to you and do anything... right?

I was just sitting there with two of my best friends (Alexis and Elle) in front of Cinnabon. We were just sitting, eating our one big Cinnabon that we shared with each other and had two sodas; one for me and one for Alexis (Elle didn't want one). So we had finished our wonderful Cinnabon and were now drinking our delicious seven up soda.

When all of a sudden some dude comes walking by us and GRABS my soda out of my hand and says, "Gracias" with some smile like it was all a joke. Like he was dared to do it.

Alexis, Elle, and me were like: What the heck just happened (there were inappropriate words used at that time)? We were almost freaking out. We look at the guy who is still walking and still looking back at me with this devious smile look like he's all "BAD". He stops in the middle of the big open area were no one was really walking and stands there cracking up and leans over having his head almost touching the ground with my soda still in his hand. This random guy stole my soda out of my hand. (Good thing it was not my purse.)

We look at each other and we start to crack up and talk about it really loudly. We were like traumatized. It was like the news of the rest of the night in the mall for us.

This moment was a moment to remember and a moment to put at the TOP 10 WEIRDEST THINGS THAT COULD EVER HAPPEN TO YOU.

Snoozing

Do you know that feeling when you go to bed you feel just totally exhausted so that's why your going to bed? Then you have all most the same feeling the next morning?

Well oh my gosh, that's exactly what happened to me.

So I went to bed feeling really exhausted. Then my alarm goes off waking me for school; the school that never lets me sleep in.

I lay there on my bed feeling heat evaporate from my body through my sheets and into the moist hot morning. I was hoping the feeling would go away, but it was still there like a mosquito bite that i got the day before being much more itchy.

Well I press the snooze button hoping I would be ready for the next time it goes off to get up out of my bed, but my brain ended up not doing what I wanted my body to do. I was still totally exhausted, I still felt like I was a puppet laying on the table not being used for a show.

The alarm goes off two more times. I press the same snooze button to keep sleeping, until my mother walks into my room to rub my back and then slap it a little and tell me its time to get up out of bed. I grown in sleepiness and end up just lifting my body to one side and then pushing my self off my bed to walk toward the bathroom that has my cure.

I take a nice cold shower and feel all fresh until I have to put my school cloths on and I go back to feeling exhausted with heat rising through my polo shirt and black pants.

Yelling With Team Spirit!!!!

As you all know that there were ASCA tournaments going on during school; right. Well while I was over there I was giving our girls soccer team who was playing my team spirit.

"LET'S GO BALBOA! YOU CAN DO IT! COME ON! COME ON BALBOA!" I yelled at one point. The I feel a hand on my shoulder.

"Madison, sh your too loud," Annie was telling me that I was too loud at a soccer game were you are supposed to be loud and hyped up about our soccer team playing.

I looked at her with a face like I just got the weirdest news ever. "Annie. We are at a soccer game. I don't care if I'm to loud or not," I had to explain my self to her at a place like this.

Then Paula (one of the twins in the soccer game) was going to go and kick the ball. "COME ON BALBOA! YOU CAN DO IT! KICK THE BALL!" I was still yelling.

She went and kicked the ball hard. It was a wonderful kick. But you want to know the down side to this... no one was further up waiting for the ball. They were all close to her thinking she was not going to kick the ball hard. I know she was going to kick it HARD.

So then I heard that the girls won two to one. I was very exited about it.

I know that I have a lot of team spirit and I love to use it loud and clear at soccer games.

Field DAY!!!!!

"Here I come!" Alexis yells from behind me. All of a sudden I feel weight on my back. Alexis was on my back like a little monkey.

You know how I told you before about the time in soccer. Well she now does it more often. I fine with it really.

"Ugh," I grunt with Alexis on my back having everyone in field day watch me.

Annie comes running over and says," Ooo my turn," she said in her voice in the middle of high pitched and low pitched but more in the high pitched (it's kinda hard to explain her voice).

I was fine with it. I dropped Alexis down and let Annie on my back. I walk around with her on my back for a little bit and then I say, "I'm dropping you! I'm dropping you!" and then she jumps off.

I see a ton of people watching me carry my friends around on my back. I think they were thinking how weird it was, but I think they were really saying to them selves how strong I am... I'm kidding. But, I really don't care what they think.

So that is what little that happened to me in field day.

Talking NONSCENCE

"Ahpool. Ahpool," Maya my little sister says at the dinner table. She's telling my mom and I about going to the pool. "Ahkite," and she points to the ceiling as if the kite were up in the air like when we were at the beach.

I could not believe that my little 2-year-old sister was actually remembering about the pool and the kite form the beach in two different times.

My mom would say, "Yeah." She would say, "That's right. We did go to the beach," or like, "Yeah you did go to the pool with your father," and she would go on and on while we were just sitting there at the kitchen table.

I looked at my mom in astonishment, "Oh my gosh." I bet my face looked like I just saw a pig fly for the first time.

All my mom does is just sit there with a proud smile that is telling me that I did the same thing when I was a 2-year-old too.

My mom tells me, "Just wait until she is three. She will be talking a lot."

I look at her. I bet she will, I thought.

Bed Time

My parents left me all alone at my house! I should be exited right. But guess what they left behind with them. MY LITTLE SISTER!

The one thing they could leave and they leave my sister for me to baby sit. I know I get some benefits from it like getting money and what not but my little sister Maya is a little cry baby these days.

See my parents left to go see Metallica and I baby sit Maya. When my parents leave Maya starts to cry hard. I'm the one who is holding her to my chest having her pull and pull away from me. It's sort of embarrassing having to tie down a little baby to your chest until you parents finally leave you with her inside the gate with her on the ground trying to yank the gate door open with her little arms.

"Come on Maya. Lets go inside," I try to yank her off the gate.

"No!" she responds to me like a little brat.

I finally get her off the gate and drag her into the house with her crying. I put her in front of her favorite TV show and she still kind of cries.

"Maya. Do you want to help me feed Rudy?" I ask her with a baby voice trying t calm her down.

She just jumps off the couch and follows me to where we keep the food of our dog.

We feed our dog and then we watch some TV together and its finally time for her to go to bed and I give her her mimi (her bottle). She chugs it down her little body. I grab her to go to her room to change her and she only fusses just a little bit. I read to her her stories that she love. Then I get up and I sing to her but she cries the whole time and I finally finish singing and I put her in her little bed and she cries for a little while and then she finally falls a sleep.

Planing

"We should totally go out and do something," I tell Alexis and Elle. The last ones at my house because Alexis mom was running late to pick up them both.

"We should totally do something," Elle agreed with me.

"Yeah. I don't want to go back home and do nothing," Alexis says with her face like she just smelled somthing messed up (bad).

We all stop what we were doing and thought about what to do later today even though it was like two in the afternoon on a Sunday.

"We could go to the movies," Elle recommends.

"We could go to your park," I recommend because at Elle's park she says there are some hot guys there. And that she knows a lot of people there and I want to meet them.

"Yeah lets go to the movies," Alexis says.

"Okay then. Which movie?" I ask.

"Lets go see Dear John," Elle says.

"Okay." Alexis and I say at the same time.

"We have to ask our moms," I say.

Elle calls her mom and she says yes. Alexis calls her mom--the one person who would take us. Alexis mom said no so I couldn't call my mom.

Alexis mom came to my house picked them up and the plans failed terribly so we didn't go to the movies. And Alexis and Elle ditched me at my house to be all alone. (Elle thought it was cool to be home alone.)

Arival!!!!!

Karen, Elle, and me ran down the stairs toward the door that had Alexis right on the other side of the door. We open the door and run to the gate and say, "Alexis!"

"You are finally here!" Elle exclaims.

"Yeah!" Karen and me say at the same time in synchronization.

We run back into my house and we drop Alexis stuff next to Karen's stuff and we run back out side with the soccer ball and started to dribble the ball and kicking the ball up and down. We played the don't drop the ball on the ground. We also listened to music and danced and just hanged.

Then we went inside and started to watch videos on youtube and we were doing some karaoke and had some pizza and chilled.

Stars

Tonight was astronomy night for the littleuns from the elementary. I had to go because my mother was like organizing the whole club to come.

"Okay Madison you should stay here in the bohio to wait for the little snacks and set them up," my mom indicates me to a job.

Oh yea, I think to my self (as if I really want to be in charge of the snacks).

After like a few minutes I am siting there while people come and go with there food that they brought and asking me where is the star watching. I tell them where they are and they leave.

When all of a sudden I see Moises who comes into the bohio.

"Hey Moises," I jump off of the table I was on and kiss him on the cheek the (the way people in Panama say hello).

"Hey," he says in his deep voice.

I jump back onto the table I was sitting on and he sits next to me but on the bench.

"So, why are you here?"

"Journalism class. I have to write about the event," he looks at me with a face of disgust.

"Ha ha ha," I laugh and he laughs a little too.

More people came to the event and saw more stars. We saw David Kim, Alexia Estrada with her sisters and a friend, and my neighbor. We saw some stars and after we were done we sat down on a table that was in the middle of the field of the big field in the back of the middle school and talked with David Kim too.

Then his father came and Moises ditched me and I went to go play some soccer with Luck and Vince Wiscowski.

SHOPPING!!!!!

I finish slipping on an orange shirt that I think that looks really good.

"Hey mom how does this look on me?" I ask with my smile that shows all of my teeth while doing a pose.

She scans me over and looks at me with this face that I know that she's going to say, "no."

"So... How do I look mom?" I ask again.

"I don't like it. It shows to much cleavage."

"What?" I ask in astonishment. "Mom I'm not showing any cleavage."

"Oh yes you are. That's why I'm not going to get it for you," she looks disgusted.

"But mom. It doesn't come down that far," I am trying to convince her to buy it for me, ( really liked the shirt).

My mom just walks back into her little dressing room with her face so serious when I know when she has had enough of my pleading for things.

"Ugh," I walk back into my dressing room and try on other cloths.

As I'm trying the cloths on I'm thinking; I wonder if my mom's not ready for me to look like that good yet. She probably thinks that I'm growing up too fast to look to sexy. I laugh to my self. But, it's true, I know I should look like my age and every thing but I really liked the shirt and it did not show that much. It was not like anything was going to fall out.

I grab another shirt and put it on.

"Mommy... How about this one?" I pose out side her door waiting.

She comes out and looks at me, "Oh so cute!" she exclaims with the same saying she says every time I put something nice on (and descent).

In the end I didn't get the shirt I wanted, but I got two other shirts that are nice and a pair of shorts that are nice too.

My mom just doesn't want me to grow up that fast.

ROFL!!!!!

"Hey Maya," I call my little nude sister who's going to get a bath runs slash skips to the bed I'm laying on. "Who's a nudyboody?" I ask her in my baby voice as I grab her from the floor in her room and start to tickle her.

I love her laughter. It's like an angles song that sings when their happy. When she laughs I laugh too, it's just so contagious.

"Who's a nudyboody?" I keep asking her in my baby voice as well I'm tickling her. I took that word nudyboody form my Aunt who would say the same thing to my little cousins and I think it's just so cute.

I stop and she puts her hands on my face covering my eyes. I know what she want to play already.

She lifts up her hands and says, "Boo."

"Peak a boo," I say at the same time as her and she laughs. I just smile at her and she puts her little hands on my face again to keep going.

Remembering back to when she was a little baby; when I really didn't know how to take care of a baby. I would try to play peak a boo with her but she would not respond and I would try something else and she would still not do anything. I thought she hated me. But now I know the truth... she odours me. I love how she shows it. And the good thing now is that she can play peak a boo.

But, some times she gets mad for like a second because she did not get what she wanted. Then after her little face she smiles like a joke was just made, and then I laugh and she laughs too.

"Maya it's time for a bath," my mom grabs her from the bed and Maya starts to complain. That reminds me that Maya still want to be with me.

I love her.

JUMP!

"Okay girls! Water break!" coach Borras tells the new girls soccer team.

I leave my place in line from our drills and start walking to the little hall way in the middle of the little gym and the big gym where the water fountains are to drink. When all of a sudden I feel some one who just jumped on to my back.

"Ah," I say surprised and I hear someones giggle. "Alexis!"

"Do you want to be captain?" she yells at my ear as if I weren't any closer.

"Get off my back Alexis," I try to let her hands off of my neck but shes clinged to me like a little monkey. But the bad part is that she is no were close to being as little as a monkey.

"Do you want to be captain?" she asked me again like an angry coach.

"Yeah I do."

"I didn't here you!"

"Yes I do!" I yell but not that loud.

"Then get your ass moving faster!" she start to laugh and I don't run faster.

We keep walking towards the water fountain and she finally stops yelling into my ear. We get passed the little wall and she jumps off of my back and we drink water and go back to do so SOCCER!!!!!

Paint Disaster

"Alli!!!!" I yell at the feeling on my cheek. The paint brush so close to my face a second ago. "Juan Diego! Why did u do that to me?" I exclaimed.

"Ha ha... You have paint on your shirt too," he was cracking up at my expression.

"But why did you do that?" I had to ask again to get his attention.

"Cause since you put paint on Jelle he put paint on me," he explained.

"But it doesn't give you the right to go off and put paint on me!"

I go to the sink and wash my face off. I look at my shoulder with the paint on it. "Mr. Bustos may I go to the bathroom?" I asked him so I could go clean my shoulder.

"Yes you can go."

I walk through the little hall way to the girls bathroom. I look at myself in the mirror and get a paper towel and try to clean off the paint. But, surprisingly it doesn't come out. I clean it as well as possible and I walk back to the art room.

"Titi keep control of your boyfriend," I told Adriana Gonzales. She looked like she was not paying much attention but I know she heard me.

So I walk back to my seat and just stand there talking with everyone minding my own business when all of a sudden I feel another paint brush on my face with paint on it. Juan Diego, I said in my head.

I turn towards him and looked at him. "Juan Diego?! Why did you do that?!" I was becoming to hate him.

"Cause I felt like it," he smiles his annoying little smile.

"Titi?" I said.

She looks up and she looks at me and Juan Diego. "Juan Diego, ya para," she says in a controlling voice, finally controlling her man.

I smile with pleasure and I go ask Mr. B if I could go get cleaned up.