La Costa El calor del Sol no era lo suficientemente sofocante como para buscar refugio debajo de la suave sombra de una palmera, y aunque lo hubiera sido, por lo menos desde el punto donde yo estoy, no se divisa palmera alguna, demasiadas sombrillas de playa sí, pero ninguna mía. Estoy sentada en la arena, que a esta adherida a mi piel, mientras observo el horizonte acompañado de un atardecer fenomenal, con la sedosa agua que, a veces por las olas, acaricia mis pies, y a veces llega a mi cadera, me recuerda a mi hogar, pero la bahía que me acogió de niña hasta los 15 años y cuatro meses no se podía comparar a ningún lugar que haya visto jamás. Ese lugar era el paraíso mismo, tenía el agua cristalina color azul turquesa y un gran arrecife de coral que comenzaba desde donde el arena terminaba hasta donde se lograba ver, con solo unas decenas de familias viviendo ahí, todos se conocían y se apreciaban en general. Mi familia ha vivido ahí desde hacía generaciones, recuerdo como algunos hijos de mi abuela se fueron en busca de "una vida mejor", pero yo siempre me pregunté como encontrar un lugar mejor que el paraíso. Aún así, recuerdo con amor esas hermosas Navidades, en compañía de toda mi familia. Mis tíos intentaron "recrear" el ambiente en donde mis hermanos y yo crecimos y cuando comenzamos a vivir con ellos, nos mudamos a una playa de Texas, lo cual aprecio mucho, ya que dejaron todo por nosotros, pero es tan conocida y poblada por ser la única a la redonda con agua no helada y sol, que no se me figura al único lugar que siempre será mi hogar. La noche del accidente yo estaba en mi casa, con mis hermanos, esperando el retorno de mis padres con mis abuelos, pero ese momento nunca llegó. *** Mamá y papá salieron con abuelita y abuelo a buscar algo que llaman "la sorpresa" todos los años antes de Navidad, los cuales son los regalos, porque los piden de fuera. Yo estaba en la lancha con mi cámara y su funda contra el agua, y mis hermanos estaban jugando en la orilla, cuando un vecino me llamó y me dio la noticia. La escribí en un papel junto con un mensaje hacia mis hermanos, rematado con un "los amo, y lo haré siempre", y junto a él todos mis ahorros y los de mis padres. También una nota para mis tíos cuando llegaran, tomé mi iPod, mi cámara y un poco de comida, y di un brinco a la lancha y la desamarré del puerto. Nunca había salido de la bahía sin mi padre, pero ahora, que opción tenía? Ver el mar abierto, sola, frente a tus ojos es un gran impacto, es enorme, parece no tener fin. Y eso era justamente lo que necesitaba, la caña de pescar siempre estaba en la lancha, al igual que el filtrador de agua, y con eso podría sobrevivir semanas, si un tiburón no se aparecía. No haber traído mi guitarra fue un error, pero ya no podía regresar, pues seguramente mis hermanos ya hubieran leído la nota para entonces. <>, pensé. Fué entonces cuando me di cuenta de lo que acababa de pasar, mis padres y mis abuelos están muertos. *** Llorar? Nunca fue una opción para mi, pero ahora las cosas eran diferentes, estaba sola en el mar, y, si regresaba, también estaría sola. Morir en el lugar que más amo, el mar, era una gran idea. Pero las lágrimas fueron más fuertes que yo, <>, pensaba. <>. Las palabras 'están solos' resonaron tanto en mi cabeza que decidí regresar, aún podía ver la orilla, así que cambié de dirección. Llevaba varias horas en el mar, así que ya me deberían de estar buscando. Cuando mi lancha apareció en la bahía, todos me vitorearon, pero jamás mostré la menor sonrisa. Mi hermana se metió al mar y comenzó a nadar hacia mi, siempre ha nadado como una sirena, al igual que yo, y al llegar a la orilla de mi lancha, me dijo llorando; "nos querías dejar? Solos?". "Al principio, pero lo pensé dos veces." le contesté. Desde ese momento hasta la mudanza con mis tíos todo pasó tan rápido y a la vez tan lento, en cámara lenta pero resumido en unos segundos. Velatorio de dos días, entierro de cuatro cuerpos y un mar de gente que vino a dar condolencias, y la mayoría se dirigía a mi. Noches sin dormir, o consolando a alguno de mis hermanos, o a mí misma. Mi mejor amiga y mi hermana me preguntaron que que iba a pasar, y yo les dije que no sabía. Mis tíos nos hicieron empacar, metí la menor cantidad de ropa posible, y tantas fotografías y recuerdos como pude. En un parpadeo, vivía en un cuarto con mis hermanos, en la hermosa, pero reducida casa de mi padrino, o tío también y su esposa. Y en un par de semanas más vivíamos en la playa. *** Entré a la escuela, y el inglés siempre se me ha dado, pero no lo necesité mas que para presentarme, ya que no hablé con nadie en los primeros 4 días, hasta que una chica, de cabello en una trenza de espiga, me comenzó a hablar, una conversación que sentí mas como una interrogación; ¿Porque no hablas? ¿Porque te mudaste? ¿Tienes hermanos? ¿Que te gusta? Y me sentí incomoda, pero no pasó de allí, hasta que me preguntó; ¿y porque lloras en el baño? Entonces me dí la media vuelta y me fuí, la oí gritar a mis espaldas: "cálmate, solo quería ser amable". Amable? En serio? Eso no es amabilidad. ***

Mexico? What's That Anyway... Ew! My country. Mexico. I've realized there's a lot of people who think that Mexico is a mariachi and taco land. And I won't lie, it is in a some way. But some people are way ignorant. Once my mom got this question: "does Mexico has doors? Or shoes?" and I was like are you kidding me?!?!?!?! Not all people are that way, I know. But here I'll put some of my thoughts about it. My country has fame about it's colors. My parents (and in general, any mexican) didn't believe that, until they left for weeks. They always say that Rome is so gray, but either so beautiful, and when they arrived back to Mexican capital they saw so many colors, so many everything. There's a japanese writter who says that he never saw that quantity of fruit and colors in a single place (a market). There is violence, like in every country. It has the most variated kind of food (besides Italian). You will never tast REAL mexican taste until you come here for a taco. There are so differet ways for making one kind of food from south to north, from west to east. People. I think is the best part. In some parts from cities you "still live" like in a town, my block it's an example. They love our Virgin of Guadalupe, and I have her village one hour from home. God. There are places where there are people who still enter a church in their knees. My great grandma did, when she had several knee problems. Sports. Here isn't as the USA or China. If you love a sport or you are good at it, you have to pay for it, a lot, and sometimes are not even good places to train in. Thats why I admire the olympic mexican winners. Thanks for reading this. It wasn't a waste of your time (I hope). And you can ask me any kind of questions below about this.

Dark Antisocial Nerd 2 However, all those popular girls, mostly that girl, named Lea, I don't have the most little idea why she hates me so much, why she bothers me so much, why she likes to make my #life even more misserable, why she likes to point out my flaws, even when I am the one that knows them the most. That girl hates me, since the very first day. Let's see if this year she finally achieve that I arrive to suicide. But for the moment I still have hope, I still have hope... Chapter one: Lea's POV: I am finally arriving home after a party that lasted around, two or three days? I don't know. I was drunk even since after arriving the party. I am still drunk. I can't even open the door properly. But I can hear since before I enter my house the shouts. In someway, is good to still be drunk. When I open the door I find out two angry pairs of eyes looking at me. We were a united family, until momma decided to become a "bad girl" (so I wondered, if she can, why I can't?) and leaved us alone. She tried to keep with her my sister, Anna, but dad won her legaly. So, she's officially ours. Mom? We don't have idea where she is now. But, either, we don't need her. Dad decided to get married again. My new step-mom is a good woman. She likes us, we like her. Dad and her had a baby and he is still so little, so delicate. He's just two months old and he already has a drunk sister. Anyways, I love my boyfiend and someday we will live alone, with no one bothering us, doing what we want, whenever we want, however we want. Step-mom Lilly and dad Matthew had been fighting (I think all day long) because they didn't knew where I was or what I was doing. We had one of those long talks. I do not care. Instead of all these I still feel unloved. Mom was the only one who gave me certain love, and she leave us, she leaved me, an instead of me, she tried to take Anna with her. All these feelings are killing me. But, however I will bother this girl named Amy, tomorrow in the first day of school, when I will finally turn into officially a senior. This girl isn't bad, she isn't ugly either, or stupid. The only reason I bother her is because she is weak, and she can't defend herself, at least she don't want to, and I need someone to vent in. The only reason she is weird, is that she is antisocial. She doesn't talk to anyone, or even talk. She isn't dark, she just don't use bright or phosphorecent colors, she do not uses make up, and she has a rebel curly brown hair. She is beautiful, even without makeup. Another reason to hate her even more. I need make up. A lot. To look "beautiful". Tomorrow will start school. I just have two notebooks, a pencil and a pen for my year. I don't care. Goodnight. Amy's POV: I have wake up. Mom isn't at home, what a new, she is never at home dad isn't either. He maybe is in a party, or in grandma's house It's first day of school. I am officially a senior. Girls have waited for this moment all their #lifes, an they turn crazy when that moment arrives. Should I be excited too? I don't know but I am sure I am feeling like this is just another first day. I hope that this girl ignore me this year insted of pointing my imperfections. I hope that this year my parents start noticing that they have a daughter. And that she wants some attention. I take my backpack and start my journey to school. I wait for the bus, and the moment I enter the bus, I realize that nothing is gonna change, that nothing has changed, so I take the place I took everyday the last two years of school, at the very front. In the next bus stop, there they are Lea and her girls. This is the moment I realize Lea wont change. She looks at me and tells me: "what have you been doing all summer long? Huh? I never saw you in even a party. I'm sure have been on your home as a forever alone." Okay, this is the moment. "At least I wasn't a prostitute". The words that come out from my mouth surprise me. I am officially dead. "Are you calling me a prostitute, bitch?". But for mu surprise, and everyone's surprise, she looks at me and walks away to take her seat on the bus, making some new students move to another place. When we arrive to the school, I take my new locker and put my stuff in. I see the class I have next and go there. It have passed along half of an hour when someone knocks the door. James' POV: I couldn't find my classroom, but when I was about to give up, I found it. So I knocked the door and like fourty faces looked at me, plus the teacher's one. She asked me my name and told me to take a seat. Since I enter the room I saw like four different groups of students. I noticed the popular's one, the athletic's one, the nerds one, and a girl, alone at the front. Weird. I think that was the word first came to my mind. She was weird, but not ugly. She had a dark brown hair, a dark blue t-shirt and converse, and a perfect white skin. I took the only seat empty. Just next to her. I have been on a catholic school all my #life, but this year, my senior year, my parents let me choose a school, and this huge ammount of students in just a class, was something new for me. Amy's POV: He had a white skin and dark brown hair, but a pair of beautiful honey eyes, his eyes looked so gently, so happy, he wasn't athletic at all, but he wasn't fat either. He took the seat next to me. Then he asks me the number of the page that we were reading and tells me that we are too much in the class, and I told him that almost in all the schools there are this number of kids. He told me he camed from a catholic school, where he has been all his #life. He was really kind and I decided to open myself a little after some days of meeting him, and talking to him in all the asignatures and all the days. I tell him what I like: photography, painting, guitar and write letters, he tells me he just like to see God's work, I tell him too that I believe in God, and that He's everything to me, he tells me the same. He has realized that Lea bothers me, she hasn't change, but I have now a new friend.