Testing

Testing is one of the BEST things ever I mean I never study for them I always cram in some last minute things to know that I think will be on the test but really are not.

I ask the day before the test what its going to be about.

I dont do the study guide which was given like 3 weeks in advance.

I take the test and cheat off the person next to me so often have to be reminded about how bad my grades are. 

Then I get my test taken away with a giant 0 written on the top of it.  

After  I go to my teacher and ask why my grade is so bad.

And if there is anything I could do to make it up.

then i go to my friends and complain about how much that teacher hates me.

Then I go home and use my phone for 6 hours,
 instead of doing to extra credit my teacher gave me that day.

so yeah story of my life.

(FYI this is all a lie)

Beginnings and Endings

For the end of the school year my goals are to have my grandma watch me walk the stage.

For graduation.

 Just so I can see her smile. 

I love the fact that my grandma will be there to see this big moment. 

And for the  beginning of summer and I would like to travel to California for my aunts wedding. 

So Im happy that things are going to be full this summer and then after that I start high school.

Choosing love

When I was younger I had a choose on who I wanted to live with.
I had a choice between staying with my aunt and uncle or going with my dad and his new family.
of coarse I chose my dad.
I'm not going to get into detail but i'm just going to say that that was one of my biggest regrets.
My aunt and uncle are the ones I love the most and I chose a new life just because I though that It was going to be better and I was going to be able to do more things.
But it wasn't being in a house with four other siblings is not my type of thing.
With a newborn baby and an older brother who was always loud a little brother who always took the T.V. to play Mario.
And my sister who always had friends over.
And then there was me the one who didn't really know anyone because I had just moved in but I quickly realized that I had chosen a life that was not meant for me.
So you should be wise and think before you do.
Now I live with my aunt and uncle again and I have lived with them for four years and I lived with my dad for three.
And  now I know that I like living with two little sisters and an amazing family with amazing friends.

Post of the week

My all time favorite thing to do is go out with my family and especially with my dad,

 hes pretty coo and, hes so funny that it can get annoying after a while. 

On Sunday we went to eat and then hung out at the mall.

He got us Starbucks and we played around at the park.

My dad is usually busy at work or always on a business call.

So times like these are not always there for us 

At the park I tried to catch my dad but like always hes to fast for me.

But then I learned his little technique.

He will stop if one of my little sisters goes up to him.

So I told my little sister (Julia) to give him a hug while I sneak up behind him.

And that worked for the most part, I only got to grab his shoelace and not his actual leg.

After the mall we went home laughing.

He always makes me laugh so of coarse me on my phone consonantly was talking to a friend.

He saw a hole in my pants from falling and said "wow those are some holy pants"

I was dying with laughter with that joke because it was the way he said it that made him look like 

like an angel telling he he loves your ripped pants. 

 That night I went to sleep with a smile because I knew that it was a good day.

Picture Wonderland

Just like Alice I fell into a hole drank a magic potion, ate a piece of cake.

And now I'm feeling lost,

I look up and see a single man.

I can't see his face but I feel like I know him.

This part of the woods is always empty.

I don't know how I know that but...

The way he's walking just look's well familiar.

In other words

Magical, yeah I know strange.

All of a sudden he turns his head and looks right at me.

I freeze where I am.

He calls my name or so I think it's my name.

"Lily"

I don't know why I'm scared but I feel like I know this man.

All of a sudden I call out "Edward"

I can hear my voice it sounded scared as if I have been in the woods forever.

I look down at my feet huh, no shoes.

Only a simple gown that reaches the floor simply lovely.

He looks at me like I'm crazy.

He asks me so many questions like "why did you leave” and

We've been looking crazy for you.

We’ve?Who’s We’ve

But when I first saw him he looked like he was having a long quiet stroll through the woods.

Is this my new Wonderland?

Science Meiosis Child

My Meiosis child is different from all the other meiosis children because
there is no such thing as the same DNA in someone,
my child's name is Matilda she had long curly hair,
kind of well UNIQUE.
She's  one of a kind
no one will ever look like her.
She has two fingers and REALLY big eyes.
No one will ever be as beautiful as my little Matilda. 

Food

So when I was younger I always loved going to my grandmas house.
She had so much food and candy and always something for me to play with.
Her cooking was amazing,still is and always will be.
She made this one dish.
Its Sopa De Pollo.
Chicken soup, but not just the normal kind of soup.
With shredded chicken.
No, this actually had chicken feet like the actual thing.(yeah sounds weird I know)
The first time i saw it i was like "um no gracias"
But my grandma being a Mexican and wanting me to eat all the time.
Even though she just stuffed my face with a lot of other food.
Made me eat it.
I tried it and OHHH MYYYYYYYYYY was that good.
The last time I had it was when I was nine years old.
I miss every little thing from the spice that was put into it, to the texture of the chicken, the smell, the thickness of the broth, and most of all the feeling.
When she handed me my second bowl i was just energized and refreshed and just wanted more and more.
I want to ask her to make it again.
Just one more bowl, just a spoonful.
Maybe if i'm lucky she would give me the recipe.
Maybe it's just another sopa you grandma makes you.
But to me its a soup MY abuela made me.
Made with love as her mama made it for her.
I've never really said this to anyone because it sounds silly but I like to call it 
"LA SOPA DE NONA'
And let me tell you, I hate chicken.
But hating my grandmas food is like hating on her.
so...
That's the only way ill eat chicken.