A Quincy to Remember

Turning 15 is something big in the Hispanic community. But when I was younger it wasn’t really my thing. Now you’re obviously wondering,  “What is this psycho talking about.” Well, your question has been answered. My Quincenera. My Quincenera was probably the best day in my life! But oh boy… planning it was the hardest thing in the world. Once I turned 14, I thought it through and told myself I do want my Quincenera. So we pretty much planned my Quincenera in one year, maybe even less. Click here to continue reading…

Finger-Breaking Bishop

I think breaking bones is hard, but it can be easy to some people. It is especially easy for my best friend, AKA my body guard. We were in 5th grade, and we were pretty dumb for trying to break bones anyway. I still remember how it happen, the way my finger cracked six times. Yes, I felt the shock and pain go through my finger and my hand… six different times. My best friend, (and body guard) was Bishop. He was pretty awesome. I was pretty tiny and fragile, and Bishop was the complete opposite. He was big and probably twice my size. Due to that, he ended up being like a bodyguard to me. Plus, Bishop was probably the only friend I had at that school. Click here to continue reading…