It was a crisp, bright morning in Mexico Guadalajara. It was spring in Mexico, and it was very quiet. Like always Andrew (10-year-old boy) was the first one to get up out of his small, old home where his family lives.His job was to go to town to get some food for his family, but he is not the typical kid to go to a place 5 mile . He would always bring a soccer ball to dribble wherever he goes. But this ball is not a regular ball it was an old, coconuts but he didn’t care if it can roll it's considered a ball. So Andrew got up and ate some breakfast and headed to town with his soccer ball. As soon as he got there, he started to see the old alley where they sell food spices and delicious fruits.In Mexico, almost everybody knows each other like a big family. Andrew always heads …show more content…
Chaves to give Andrew's order. Andrew starts playing with his soccer ball doing tricks and everything and in front of them was an old, dirty hat and people started throwing money. Everybody gathered around to see Andrew doing impressive tricks. After a while, Andrew forgot about his order with Mrs. Chava's. So he rushed and grabbed all of the money that was in the old dirty hat and rushed to Mrs. Chava's place.
After doing all the shopping for his family, he started heading to his house weighing to tell his mom what happened in town today.
When he got home his dad and three Brothers, we're watching a soccer game and eating breakfast because today is a field day. Andrew wondered if he will ever be the world's best soccer player or play in the best soccer team. Andrew's mom and his little sister were in the kitchen waiting for Andrew to bring all the food. Andrew set all the bags on the counter and her mom his mom and little sister took over. Andrew walked into the living room to see what was the score on the soccer game.After everybody had breakfast, they all headed outside to work on the field like planting, watering,
Raul Ramirez is a very confident, creative student that is in Mr.Ward’s high school english class in The Bronx,New York, who loves to paint. Raul used to paint his sister by bribing her with whatever he could scunge up,but know his girlfriend just sits for him. He knows that painting will not give him much money and tells the readers by saying “People just don’t get it.Even if I never make a dime --which,by the way,ain’t gonna happen--I’d still have to paint.” Raul is also a very shy teenager that wants to be an artist and will be the first person in his family to be a painter if he becomes one. The thing is even though his “brothers” don’t support him--by laughing at him and saying he's loco-- he still wants to paint and says it by saying
Martinez’s story is not so much one that pieces together the events of the crash, nor the lives of the three youths, but it is an immigrant’s tale, discovered through the crossings of the various Chavez family members and profiles of Cheranos in Mexico.
Victor Martinez’s “Parrot in the Oven” is a novel that reflects the protagonist’s school days, his athletic activities, and family life. Victor Martinez experiences as a Mexican-American are the influences that induce him to produce such a literary work with figurative language that he receives naturally from his family. In his life, Martinez’s high school days and his teachers take important role as they motivate his to find opportunities that he can get as a son of a migrant worker. He presents his feeling and emotion for finding his identity and belongingness in his novel. As “Parrot in the Oven” is a coming-of-age story of a boy, the high school days and family life of the protagonist is explicitly presented. Everyone has unforgettable school days that made a great impact on the mind of the person. I can never forget about my school days and the sports activities I have participated, got victory, and met failures. I have learnt not only education, but also life, as does the protagonist of the novel. I would like to describe the high school days, athletic contests, and family matters of the protagonist, Manny Hernandez that is concentrated mostly on the chapters 7 and 8 of the “Parrot in the Oven.”
Slick showed Rios the “hotspots” where life shapes these youth environments. The structure, as well as the constraints, that shape these young boys life in the neighborhood, slick points out a corner where one of his best friends got shot by a drive-by shooting. The lifestyle of these young boys is tragic.
He has been bullied most of his life about being visually impaired. Paul is used to being judged by others. The injury to his eyes supposedly occurred by looking at a solar eclipse but there is more to this story. More than his parents have been telling him. Paul playing soccer is contradictory to his blindness. While playing soccer, he participates and plays like everyone else. He is moving beyond his disability. In fact, Paul is an outstanding goalie, “The ball stuck in my outstretched hand like they were Velcro.” The soccer field is the only place he is able to do this, not at school, not at home, and not in his community. Paul has to leave Lake Windsor to be able to play soccer in Tangerine. The kids in Lake Windsor are snotty, rich, and self-centered but the kids in Tangerine are hard working, resourceful, and proud. During their first soccer game, Paul described the game as, “The Palmetto players got down and dirty right away, and their fans cheered them on.” The Palmetto players were bearfaced when it came to playing rough. The kids from Tangerine were used to being picked on by others in society and not being treated fairly. Paul observed, “I looked at my teammates, the victims of all of this, and was amazed at how calm their faces were.” Paul learns through soccer how teams like towns may be mean or unfair to
At the start of the afternoon, everybody just wished they were at the beach. By the end, all we could think about was how much fun we had playing board games. After Mom won for the hundredth time, we decided it was time for dinner. The smell of hotdogs and hamburgers floated throughout the house. Laughing, talking, more laughing, and even more talking echoed around us.
Once upon a time there was a girl who was only worried about soccer and her boyfriend. This girl’s name was Adamaris, and she had very supported people in her life that supported her so very much. Such as her parents, Ericka and Jose Garcia, her sister and brother, Claire and Neymar. Adamaris best friend Jayna, and also her handsome boyfriend Ivan. Adamaris main goal was to get a soccer scholarship. She didn’t care about nothing else but getting that scholarship. She practice each day and night at the park playing just soccer and practicing on her kicks. Adamaris had so many cool tricks she could do. For example, The Roll and Cut Reverse, and The Lunge. She was the only one in the girls soccer travel team that could do all those tricks. Her
“And he’s running, he got the ball, AND HE SCORES!!” yells the announcer. The crowd went wild, this would mean that James favorite soccer team would be competing in the national finals! Ever since he found out about his brain tumor, James been sorta in a state of depression and sports was one of the only things that could pull him out of it. Now was James least favorite part of the game, when everybody gets up and leave. It’s like a tropical storm went through the stadium. “Beeeep, beep beep.”rang out across the stadium, James flinched unexpectedly. The butter knife shaped birthmark on his neck carried a sharp pain. “Beeeep, Beep, Beep.” goes the sound again. James feels his heart speed up, he turns around only to realize that he had lost
“Make sure you call us every week,” reminded his mom. And there was his dad looking at him, quiet but very proud. Then his mom started crying like it was the last time they were going to see each other, while his dad and sister hugged him goodbye. He realized that the next time they would see each other, his little sister would probably be his age. He was going to miss them, a lot. He knew then that a different chapter of his life had
It began on a cloudy Saturday morning, and I was running. The rain from the night before had made the grass beneath my feet wet and slick. I had fallen multiple times on this surface and my clothes were stained and muddy. I continued to strain. Where was I running too? How far had I run today? I stopped. Took in my surroundings. What am I searching for? Then I saw it. In all its splendor. Surrounded by a group of kids my own age in blue and yellow jerseys. They kicked at it relentlessly. It never moved, it appeared stuck in time, cemented to the ground. Then Thomas came, the biggest kid I had ever seen. Wear...
Do you think kids should have chores?Then this is your story.The reason I'm writing this is because some kids when they move out or go to college some of them don't know how to cook of clean or anything.Even tough kids should be kids, all kids need chores.One reason is that they teach life skills. Another reason is if they were on a team it would teach them how to be a good team player.Another is to learn how to do things there self.
Chet often has to abscond from Emily’s bedroom window, for if he got caught he would get beaten to death.
But I knew that if I didn’t get any better at soccer, I’d be sitting right back down there next year. So that’s when I decided that this summer, I was going to work harder than I’d ever worked before. A couple of months later, school ended and summer began. But by then, the temperature was in the upper nineties. That meant that I felt like I was on the surface of the sun, but I was determined, and I wouldn’t let that stop me. I practiced every hour of every day. I practiced dribbling, juggling, shooting, passing, and I even went for a run occasionally. On day, near the end of my run, all I could think about was lying down and taking a nap. I looked up at the blinding sun, and felt its rays burning through my skin. At that point, the only thing in my head was one word: quit. But my heart said no, and I knew that was the right thing to do. And every other day when I wanted to quit, I knew couldn’t, so I pushed through. And you’d think after all that practice and perseverance, I would be unafraid and enthusiastic for tryouts at the end of the summer. However, a few days before soccer tryouts, I asked Jared, who was also going to tryouts, “Do you think you’ll be a starter this year?” Jared, who started in 7th grade, said, “Yes”. “How about you?”, he asked. “To be honest, I don’t if I’ll even make the team”, was my
It was starting to get dark and the boys said they had to go home. After, they left I asked my friends about the boy with holes in his cleats. They said his family was new to the area and didn’t have a lot of money. I learned the boy’s name was Guillermo. I was amazed about how good the Guillermo was at soccer without playing for a club team. Most people don’t know that soccer is an expensive sport. I went back home and couldn’t stop thinking about the Guillermo and his cleats. The next day, I decided to go buy Guillermo new cleats. The only problem was I didn’t know what size to get. I called up my friends and told them what I wanted to do, they thought it was a good idea and wanted to help. One of my friends knew the family and asked if Guillermo wanted to come with us to Salem. We brought her little brother with us so it wouldn’t be weird. We took the Guillermo to Dicks Sporting goods store.
When I got home I quickly got ready, I ironed my cap and gown, did my make-up and hair, and made my last phone call to Andrew. I called him right before I left and asked him if he was sure he did not want a ride. Again he responded politely and on my way I went. When I got to the high school everyone was taking pictures, laughing, and talking about how they were g...