Roberto-Personal Narrative

Waving goodbye from the backseat of the car, as we pull out of my parent’s driveway. Looking out the window at the oddly, white shaped clouds. Thinking, I had never been away from my parents and my younger sister for so long, even though it was only for two weeks. I was excited and scared all at once, but I wasn’t too thrilled about the whole 29-hour drive there. Hoping that the trip would go well and nothing bad will happen to us.

As my family walked down the dusty dirt path with small shops on either side of the road, people were going up to us wanting us to buy shirts and take tours. As we passed all the people we were afraid, but we just kept walking. As we kept walking I could hear the sound of the ocean getting closer and closer with each step I took.

I always say to my family, “One day we will cross la frontera!” Living in Guadalajara, Mexico was not for the faint of heart. My family didn’t have much money and it was hard watching them sleeping on dirt floors. Mama, Roberto, and Francisco deserved better that what they had. I always imagined us crossing over to the beautiful United States. I knew one day we would cross that border so my family could have a better life.

I climbed in the front seat, and we drove to the Santa Maria high school to pick up Roberto. The only thing i could think about was how did they found us and whats going to happen to us?As we got closer to the high school my heart started beating faster and faster. The officer drove in the parking lot and parked the car in front of the school and told me to wait for him while he went inside the school. a few minutes later the officer returned with Roberto by his side.my heart brook into a million pieces when i saw Roberto face as white as a ghost and tears in his eyes. the officer politely told Roberto to get in the car.the whole way back to bonetti ranch was silent

When it was midnight, we loaded the car and drove through Ohio, Kentucky, Tennessee and Alabama. We stopped at a few places to grab food or gas. It was a long time, but it was worth it when we finally reached our condo. It was beautiful! We went to the balcony to see the ocean and it was crystal clear. The beach wasn’t crowded either. We hurried to put on bathing suits and sunscreen. Then we walked downstairs to the beach. The sand was warm and felt great. My sister’s and I ran to the water and

I opened the door of the huge truck like vehicle, threw my backpack inside and sat down in the black leather seat. My sister was next to me it the middle seat holding our little dog daisy and one of her plush toys in her hands. A few minutes later, my mother got inside, started the engine and we pulled out of the driveway. I took one last glance at our old house knowing this would be the last time I would ever see it and then saw my friend waving goodbye from his house. I waved back to him and then turn around in my seat and looked at the road ahead. It was going to be a long trip, but I was ready for it. I started getting more and more excited about our new house in Idaho and what kind of new memories I could make there, all the new people I would meet, and friends I would make. Then I thought, maybe Idaho won’t be so bad, maybe it will be even better than

I was all packed and ready for the journey. I was very frightened, because I was leaving the only place I knew. My family was not coming with me and I missed them. I was riding a stinky old steamboat to America. I was not excited for the long journey to America. The food smelled bad and I was uncomfortable, but I was going to America so I tried to keep my thoughts on that. At least I was waking up to a better life in America.

Sitting in the back of the car with my younger brother and sister memories started coming back. I could hear the water from the river in mexico in my head. The voice of my cousin yelling and the laughter of my uncle. The crying of my baby cousin and the sound of cooking food. Then the funny feeling came back. I missed mexico, the air was fresh, the water was clear and the weather was nice. The shining sun reflecting off the water and the warm fresh air running across the flesh of people's bodies . The

I sat in the front seat as the officer drove down to Broadway to Santa Maria high school to pick up Roberto, who was a sophomore , panchito looked at Roberto and he said this is it we got caught panchito said yes we got caught. Roberto was really angry but panchito never seen his brother that angry before. They said that it took them ten years to find us. Another thing is that the family would be so sad cause and they would have to go back to Mexico, which as Roberto and his brothers and sister wouldn't want to leave.

On our way up the mountain, we saw lots of Toucans and monkeys. It was a very bumpy ride. Sometimes the mountain got so steep that I thought we were going to fall backwards. Once we reached the top we got out. The workers helped us put on the harnesses. The woman who worked there jumped on the zip line and went down first so she could be the catcher at the bottom. None of us wanted to go, it looks way to scary. So my dad made Gage go first, he was assisted by another worker as he was too little to go alone. Once we all new that Gage made it safely we did rock paper scissors to see who went next. Ian went and then I went and then my dad went. There were 4 lines, at first we were only going 60 miles per hour, by the time we were on the last one we got up to speeds of 90 miles per hour, the length of the lines was 3 miles. The wind on my face and body actually hurt and it was hard to breath at

I walked outside the next morning feeling great. The bright vibrant sun shone on the freshly mowed grass. I loaded into my sister's car and we went off to school. The day passed extremely rapid,

I was panicking I didn’t know what I did I thought I was in some kind of trouble, but when I got to the principal’s office, there were 2-3 police officers there waiting for me. They sat me down with a concerned look and told me some terrible news. These few words that I could never get out of my head. It’s as if there locked in a prison. They told me that my father was in an accident at first I thought that they were just talking about a car accident. I had no idea what to expect. Then they told me that my father had passed away I started balling my eyes out I didn’t know what to do. They soon drove me back to my house where I saw my brother and a few neighbors and friends. There were a few cop cars and an ambulance. I later found out that he had committed suicide. My aunt and uncle came and picked us up from my house and brought us to their house where they tried to cheer us up a bit it was my cousins birthday so we tried to have a

I prefer you start by asking me questions, so I can get in the mood because I don’t feel ready for […] I can tell you about my life and about how the whole art thing started. When I was fourteen years old I suffer an attack on my spine. When I was a boy, a draw a lot, but they were mostly school-related. I show them my work in L.A. [Los Angeles] because they liked a lot there. I lived next to a Mexican neighborhood. What was its name? “Maravilla”, it was very dangerous. The pachucos of that time lived

It had been a long tiring day ,my sister and i had gone to our mimi’s house for the day. She took us to see the movie in side out, my sister balling at the end. We also when out to eat at ihop, and shopping. My parents slept all day so they wouldn’t be tried to drive all night to Colorado and get there at about noon. We didn't leave until about 1 or 2 am, but I couldn't sleep I was to excited. Every time I closed my eyes eyes they just bursted open again. I was to excited to start driving, “can we go yet?” An hour of waiting, listening to the clock tick, we finally left! My sister watched frozen over, and over, and over again i think i heard let it go a milion times! I looked out the window, staring at the sea of green

A ways away from a town that I call home, I found a happy place. I often find myself walking through the park by myself. The beautiful trees, the way the yellow and red leaves crumple under my feet every step I take. When the flowers bloom and how it's the most spectacular sight you could ever imagine seeing, all the different colors that appear. When you breathe in and you get this smell of purity, you feel free and alive. Sometimes I like to sit on the old wooden bench where the bench frame is a little rusted, and I get rid of my thoughts and my eyes search the sky. In the winter the icy breeze makes me shiver, and the cold air I take in, is like sitting in front of an air conditioner and breathing in. Some mornings the sun beams across the sky, which is not quite blue yet, but the sun has almost fully risen. When the wind blows, it grazes over the blades of grass. Some days I just stand and take a deep breath in and I can taste the spring. When summer comes around, and the bees are buzzing, and the hot sun beats on the back of my neck, I lay on the soft grass and listen, to the birds chirping a beautiful song, and the kids playing in the park. The sky is the bluest view in sight.