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You Are My Sky
By: Esmeralda S. Cortez
I wish for this day to be happy, I wanted it to be happy. A day of white and smiles, but without warning that day was twisted into something else. A day where white is turned to black and smiles into tears, how would you take it?
I walked the same path I always had, to my favorite café. Like any other ordinary day I stepped inside, took my order, and was seated. By the time my coffee arrived the café became livelier. I always sat by myself and being the small town that it was, everyone knew that I preferred to be alone. I noticed a boy whom I haven’t seen before. He got his order taken and as he looked around to find a seat his gaze landed on me and smiled. He came my way and I wasn’t the only one that saw this, I started to hear whispers from people around me. He sat in the chair seated in front of me and I was confused about why he would sit in front of stranger, with a smile on his face that made me uncomfortable. I just sat there looking at him. Anyone would feel awkward with someone just staring at them, but all he did was smile, and then said a simple ‘hello’. There was a short silence and before I knew it we had a conversation going on about each other and became friends.
Our little meetings became a daily thing; we never had an awkward silence again. I loved him and he loved me. We often went out to eat and did things that other couples did. On our third year together, he took me to my favorite area, the Caters Bridge and proposed to me. Tears rolled down my cheeks and I agreed. Days went by with the news going around about the marriage and as days turned into weeks of preparation the day had finally came where I had to walk down the aisle, my happiest day. So I had thought. Excited for my day I made sure everything was perfect from my hair, eyes, dress, just overall every detail. As I waited behind to wooden door to open to start my walk, I remember my sister coming up to me as the doors open and gave me the worse new that I had ever heard in my life. As I look up to the alter I saw that it was true, my most important person, gone. Then I learned that my husband to-be was stuck in traffic and as he rushed his way through, he had gotten into an accident.
As I look at you being lowered into the ground, you’re not gone, your six feet in my heart , your word will forever be with me ; “Never see anything as if it will ruin your life and that you can’t live on because I’ll always be with you.” As the ceremony is done I thank everyone that came and smile to the sky with the white clouds and not a storm in sight, your promise you kept.
Short Story by
Nathan P., a Rodriguez High School student.
My dad and I are sitting on the warm Hawaiian sand with our bare feet above each other’s 10-foot long surfboards. It’s the first time I have ever actually touched a surfboard, and I had watched many deadly surfing documentaries on television a couple of days ago. I explain to my dad my many fears of even trying to learn how to surf, but he tries to relieve me by suggesting that nothing will go wrong.
As we get up off our sandy bottoms, we head towards the blue Pacific Ocean; fears arise as I begin to remember a documentary about some man who got pounded 50 feet below sea level by a massive wave. As my dad begins to strap his foot to his surfboard, I mimic him and do the same to mine. My dad asks me if I’m ready, and, in hesitation, I say “yes.”
We place ourselves on top of our surfboards and begin to pedal away from the beach towards the deep hazardous ocean. Feeling the anxiety rise up within me, I ask my dad if he’ll save me if I drown, and again he replies that nothing will go wrong. As we reach the particular distance away from the beach my dad desired, we stop pedaling and wait for an ideal wave to catch. As I wait for a wave, a documentary transpires in my head. It’s about a guy and girl that were arguing in the ocean and were ignoring each other. As time passed, they eventually noticed that the tides distanced themselves 30 feet from each other. I look over at my father to make sure he’s nearby. He is, and he exclaims, “Hey, Nate! This one is a good one Bruh get ready! Remember how I told you told you how to catch a wave!”
Nervously, I reminisce and echo the four precise steps my dad told me as the 6-foot wave approaches me. Number one, pedal the same direction as the wave and gain as much momentum as possible. Number two, quickly stand up when the wave is about a yard or two away. Number three, distance your feet about shoulder width apart. And number four; be sure to maintain balance and surf. I’m now gliding inside of this water tunnel and aiming towards the end of it. As I finally exit the wave, I glance over to my right and notice that my father is a couple feet along beside me. He stayed close this whole time to guarantee my safety.
This is one of the most memorable and favorite accomplishment that I have ever overcome. Through this adrenaline-charged experience, not only did I learn how to surf, but also I was able to acknowledge the trust of my reassuring father.