March 29, 2017: All Alone

When I wake up at 8 AM, I notice my house is empty. I look around and can’t seem to find anyone. I text my mom and ask where my brother and sister are. “They should be home. What do you mean you can’t find them?” she responds. I tell her they aren’t here and she tells me to text her in thirty minutes if they still don’t show up. About twenty minutes later, they both walk through the door and explain that they went to the store to buy a few things. I go back to my room and listen to music while doing some of my missing work. I spend a couple hours doing this. All of a sudden, I hear a faint knocking on my door. It’s my brother. “Do you want to go on a walk?” he asks. “Sure, let me just finish this.” I respond. Once I wrap up my last worksheet, I pull on my pair of Nike’s, grab a leash, and tell my brother it’s time to go. I look for my dog, Lula, so I can walk her while we’re out there.

We walk down Milpas Street until we end up at East Beach. As we’re walking, my brother is running around chasing my dog and vice versa. Once we reach the pier,┬áhe tells me he’s thirsty so stroll down State Street looking for somewhere to get something to drink.

On the way there, this man is singing amazingly. I drop a $5 bill into his basket and continue walking. We’re walking around when I notice Blenders in the Grass and ask him if he wants a smoothie. He says yes so we walk in and I order a Tropical Kale for myself and a Red Pineapple for my brother. I pay the cashier and take a seat on a bench. My brother then grabs a nutritional pamphlet and starts showing off how fast he can read. After a while, it does start to get annoying but I keep this to myself. We get our drinks and begin to walk home after this.


March 8, 2017: A Day at the Beach

I wake up to the sound of my alarm blaring. It’s 8:30. I’m gonna be late! I throw on the first thing I find and rush to the bathroom and do my hair as quickly as possible. While I prepare my lunch, I order an Uber. I pack up my things and rush out the door.

After six and a half hours of sitting in classrooms, students begin crowding the door. The long-awaited bell finally rings. I meet up with Raphaela at the flagpole. We quickly begin walking down towards State Street to grab something to eat. We stop at Blenders in the Grass and I get a Tropical Kale smoothie, my new favorite drink. After that, we go to The Habit and wait in line. When it’s finally our turn, Raphaela orders a Chocolate Smoothie and a Kid’s Grilled Cheese while I get a Charburger Lettuce Wrap. Once we’ve collected our orders we stroll on over to Chase Palm Park to enjoy our meals.

Along the way, I throw a few fries to some birds. I quickly regret this as it calls its buddies and soon enough there’s a pool of sea gulls sitting at our feet. We leave the park and walk over to West Beach. We realize we forgot to bring a beach towel or something to sit on so I take off my jacket and she pulls a shirt out of her backpack and we sit on our make-shift towels. We had been talking for at least an hour when I decided it was a good time to take some pictures.

We’re taking pictures when all of a sudden, some random guy comes up to us and asks Raphaela if she’s a supermodel. We both laugh and she tells the guy she isn’t. Once he leaves she talks about how awkward that is. Her phone starts ringing, her mom is calling, and I can hear her talking about how she was supposed to be home almost an hour ago. I call my mom’s boyfriend to pick us up but know he’s probably gonna take a while to get here. While we’re waiting for him to pick us up, we take a few more pictures until he gets there. After around 15 minutes, he gets there and takes us both home.