Vamos Amigos : A Short Story

had been weathered. And then in 1986, Chris drove out to El Segundo, made the

Oscar Casares made Mr. Perez a believable by describing her features “she measured five feet two inches and weighed 164 pounds,” (Casares line14) he also gives us a vivid detailed on how people watched her every time to bowl. In his short story Mr. Perez is the main character who is from a little town called Brownsville’s located in the board of Texas and Mexico. He opens the story with her at the bowling alley where everyone stops to watch her paly, Casares say “the ball’s cherry red and gold swirls made it look as if it were catching fire when released down the lane… People stopped to watch when she was up” (Casares line 2-4) in which the reader fells as if they can see her roll her ball.

    My dad eventually comes upstairs, and mom tells me to tell him what i said to her.He looked at her and just said I think we all need to talk about some stuff.As we all transtion into my parents room you caould just feel the tensition and worriness between my mother and father.As we sit

We got in my dad’s truck and headed to our house. I still remember this like the day was yesterday my dad turned to me and my brother and said “I hope you boys never have to experience anything like this ever again In your life’s.” We got back to our house and it was perfectly fine. A tree fell across the road which would become our tree house for weeks to come. There was no power what so ever so at night there was no air or lights. My dad pulled a mattress into the living room and me, mom, and my brother laid on it and my dad would sit up all night basically fanning us with a huge piece of card

I could feel the tears forming in my eyes. It was getting hard to breathe. The only thing I wanted to do right then and there in that moment is leave that room. I tried speaking, words wouldn’t form. I turned and looked at my brother and sister who just set there, no emotion on their faces. How could they just set there? At this point I was furious and found myself running to my room. Once to my room, I immediately began asking God why. Why my parents? What did I do to deserve such a thing? My pillow soon became saturated in tears.

Immediately, I sat on the couch crying as quietly as possible, ignoring my father's questions. My mother walks in and tells him I could not handle all the excessive running. I told them that

The short story, “Amigo Brothers” by Piri Thomas is a realistic fiction story that was published in 1978 and in my opinion is excellent. As a reader, I like stories with an unexpected ending and this story had just that. In this story there are two really good friends that love to box. They both enter into a tournament and end of having to box each other. “They have been informed that they were to meet each other in the division finals”. This was a good conflict because they both didn’t want to fight each other, but they also wanted to win. Another reason I like this story is because of the ending. They both left the ring before the winner was announced, which meant they wanted to both save their friendship more than winning

I felt someone shaking me, causing me to wake up and I looked up disappointed to see it was my dad.

I stood there at the carnival looking at the night sky with the shiniest stars in sight and the crazy lights from all the stands and rides, but what was best was the feeling the cool fall breeze blowing just when and old friend of mine, Montressor, bumped into me.

Everyone looks at my dad, and waits for his reaction. All he does is nod and tell me and Chelsea to go upstairs while he and mom talk with

I open my eyes after Amontillado leaves and all I see is darkness. I feel like there is someone watching me but no one is there. I hear water dripping from the walls and ceiling. I can feel and taste the moisture all around me. I start to sweat after sitting here for awhile and while I sweat, I start to think. This is the end I will no longer get to see the sunlight dance off the morning rain drops, I will not get to feel the warm sun or cold wind on my arms. I will no longer get to see my family, to see their smiles and hear their laughs.

By the time we got there it was already 1:00 a.m., and we left from home a day ago. My Tia Rosa opened the door crying. “I'm so sorry!” She sobbed my my Great Grandma Isabel, my uncle’s mother, in Spanish and hugged her. I rushed to my cousin Eli’s room and leaped on her,

Oh how wonderful I am, no one understands my value, I shall be respected. Later on I plan on attending a party, in my favor of course. Hopefully i see more people that wish to be me. As I arrive, everyone greets me, as should. Taking a take sip of my first glass of wine of the night, I feel as if all eyes are on me, wonderful. My good friend Amontillado, being dreadful as always, smoking a pipe.

I had just moved to los banos from San Jose. I just started going to a school at Westside . I went to the office to see the person in front I said "hi im new can you help me find my class.she said. your teacher is Mrs.r I’ll show you how to get to your class. I finally got to my class and. The teacher said "Have a seat at the back table. I sat down and there was a girl next to me. Her name was Maria we talked for a little while She said if I wanted to play at recess i said yes. "A few weeks past and Maria and i had some new friends there names were Serenity, Fernanda, and Mia.

room, and I hear the chime of the front door alarm. There are footsteps walking towards me, which I can clearly tell are my mothers. My eyes instantly start rolling even though we haven't even engaged in conversation, let alone even made eye contact.