Same Old Holden

It was a cold, dark night in New York City. I was clad with a black suit, pants, a hat and my mittens, while I was walking, alone, through Central Park. No one was there except for me and a young man wearing a red hunting hat.

 From were I was, it seemed that he was in a very lousy shape, and he seemed to be drunk. He was shouting and excruciating insult to himself, or at least, thats what I think because there was nobody except for me and him in the park, and he couldn't see me because I was behind him. When I started to get closer, I began to surmise that that man was Holden Caulfield because of the crazy stiff he was shouting and his red hunting hat. I wished he wasn't Holden. Oh my God, I hated that guy back in Elkton Hills because of his weird and irascible disposition. He was one of those guys who embarks always a  fight, ALWAYS. He rebukes people because of their religion and way to dress. He is just one of those guys that acts like he recluses. I hadn't seen that guy like in two years that was when he got expelled from Elkton Hills, so I started thinking that maybe he had changed his brusque personality and way of talking to people.

I started getting closer and closer with audacity to see if that was Holden. While I was getting closer and closer, I started to get an inkling of Holden actually being the guy in the park.

When I finally got there and saw his face, I realize it was Holden, so I decided talking to him. He was lackadaisical, as always, when you talked to him. "Hi Holden, long time no see." I said in a very serene voice.
"Hi there, Ana. I haven't see you like in two years. How's school and all?"
"Nice as always! In what school are you now?"
"I am in a school near somewhere around here. What ever with that.. Do you know where the ducks go when the water from the lake get freeze and all?"
"What are you talking about?"
"Where the ducks go!! Boy, I always knew you were like that. Never knowing something and all."
"Oh my God, you haven't change a bit Holden. I think I know more things than you Mr."
"I'm sorry, i was just mad.. So, do you want to go for a drink or something, I am getting dehydrated."
"I am not going any where with you. You will never change, huh? Sorry, but I can't go any where with a person like you, Holden. Bye, "nice" seeing you."

Walking away, I started thinking that this guy will never change. He is still not concise when talking, and he will always get out of the topics. He will always be very despicable and mean. Yes, my friends, that is Holden. He is a pain in the behind and that will never change. I will wished that moment had not happen. I wish I will never have a re encounter with Holden Caulfield.

But I got Scared

That afternoon,
The one,
in which you told me
with your serene voice,
That you loved me.

With only 

those three words,

you confiscated my heart,

Forever.

I can depict that moment,

the moment,

Where you made me

feel special,

with just

one word...

Perfect.

Everything felt,

like a dream until,

That one day,

The day I was,

audacious to

embark on a journey with you,

but I got scared.

The day we went on a date,

and I screw up everything,

Everything I had with you.

The day my heart, 

completely broke.

I had an inkling

that after this day,

everything was going to be over.

You decided,

Talking to me  

on a Monday afternoon.

You came to me,

to do something you hadn't do the whole day,

Speak to me. 

I knew you wanted to tell me,

That you just wanted to be just friends,

I took the risk to talk first,

just to avoid what you were going to say..

Because I didn't know if it,

was going to be bad or not. 

I just wanted to avoid,

to feel more sad,

to feel more the pain,

of a broken heart. 

Telling you everything in a prudent way.

Telling you everything with a lackadaisical voice.

Telling you lies and stupid excuses like,

I didn't like you anymore.

I was,

Just to try to show you,

That I did not care,
if you told me everything was over.

That I was strong,

When everything was totally the opposite.

Now,

I see you hugging other girls,

kissing them on their cheeks.

That really rankles me,

because by seeing that,

I feel jealous because for that single moment,

they have my whole world,

in their body and cheeks.

I am trying,

to get over you.

Trying,

To forget everything about you.

Everything,

That makes you who you are..

That makes you, 

the man I still love.

I know,

We are still really good friends but, 

It's really difficult talking to you,

'cause when I talk to you,

I realize,

I love you,

and when I realize I love you,

I remember,

You are never going to be mine again.

The Catcher in the Rye

With a,

lousy childhood.
With some,
occupied parents.
With a,
famous brother.
Here comes,
Holden.
Living on a,
roller coaster ride.
Avoiding confrontations.
The one,
playing the game.
The antisocial,
The outsider,
The one with,
no permanent place to stay.
Here comes,
Holden.
The Pinocho,
The one you will,
never trust.
Here comes,
the one-of-a-kind,
exceptional,
Holden.

Prom by Laurie Halse Anderson

Prom


Book Review by: Ana Carolina Olarte
Genre: Fiction




Most teenage girls care a lot about the prom. It is like their dreaming night. They spend months or years thinking about their dress, their date, their magical night, but Ashley Hannigan, the protagonist of the story, is a teenager that doesn't care about the prom at all.


Ashley, instead of caring about the prom, she cares about getting through her senior year at Caceras High School, her boyfriend TJ (who always appears when ever he wants to), her family of three younger brothers and her mom that is always pregnant, working, and her interminable detentions. Ashley decribes herself as a "normal kid", as the one that will never get to college because of her bad behavior.


Even though Ashley, may sound like a careless person, she cares a lot about her friends who are kind of the opposite of her.
 All of Ashley's friends are obsessed about the prom, but her best friend Natalie, is the most obsessed girl in all Caceras High School. Nat, the president of the prom committee, got shocked when she heard the big news that was that someone had stolen the prom's money. That means that prom had to be cancelled.


Super anti-prom Ashley, came to the rescue by saving the prom in only 11 days. She sold all the tickets necessary to collected all the money she needed to have all the things Nat had planed to have. By being a good friend and helping Nat have her dreamed night, she found out a lot of thing about herself that she never expected.


Lauren made a very good job by writing this INCREDIBLE kind of coming-of-age story. I recommend this book for teenage girls ONLY because you can really connect to this story.  From a rate of 1-10, I will give this book a 10 because you will be so interested and in the book, that you will never want to stop reading it.

My Mother

is a firefighter,
the concrete wall,
the angel that fell from heaven.


My mother is the queen,
the every day laughter,
the best friend.


My mother is the force,
the lion's roar,
the one that 
I always fight with.


My mother is, 
the greenest leave 
in a tree,
just perfect.




My mother is the dog,
the best friend,
the role model,
the one you can always count on. 


My mother is the chief,
thats why when we fight
I always lose.




My mother is a red rose,
full of love.
she never lets a teardrop,
fall from my eye.




My mother is an owl full of knowledge,
all her advices,
are worth it.

My mother is my map,

my boat,

my engine.

Jealous of Them!

    I am very happy to have that my brothers came to visit us this week. I missed their jokes and everything they did, but I hate that since they came, they have all my parent's attention. Now, everything is for them! I had already got used to have my parent's attention everyday at any time, but know it is all for them. I know i am sounding kind of selfish, but It's that I am jealous of them. I understand that my parents hadn't seen them since "long ago" like they say (2 months its not that much), and they miss being with them, but come on, I am here! Remember you have 3 children not only 2! Every time I am talking or telling my parents something, and my brothers come in saying something, my parents just ignore me like if what I was telling them is less important than the stupid thing one of my brothers start telling them. I really hate that because I think I am less important that they are. Every time they come and visit, it is the same thing. I REALLY hate that when they come. HATE IT!

Memoir Monday! Boat

Yesterday, I went to Taboga with my whole family and Mrs. Tuchi's family. The day was great. Perfect sun and perfect climate. The ocean was completely calm until, we were coming back to Panama.  Ana (Mrs. Tuchi's daughter) and me where on the front of the boat. The waves where completely wild. We were having fun up on the front. The boat's driver said that we should come to the back were everybody was sitting. That the waves were getting wilder, and we will get hurt, but we didn't pay attention to him. The boat started jumping as it never had jumped before. The boat's driver said it was imperative to come to the back, but still we didn't pay attention. Jumping, getting wet, hitting our backs and butts very hard, was all we did until we arrived to Panama. We got down of the boat with our backs all red. Our butts hurt like they never have hurt before. Ana and me couldn't even walk. It was very hard to run, and move our backs to the back. Ana and I started saying that next time we get on a boat, we will pay more attention to the driver because he will always be right, and what he is saying is always true.