Los Gatos. -
By SES
Mrs. Antunes English 6/ Per. 3a. 19 October 2020
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“Shh,” I said in a hushed tone over to my brother, putting a finger on my mouth. It was the middle of the night and my brother and I were whispering by the light of the moon. We were both snuggled up in our beds ready to fall asleep. An eerie glow lit my brother's face as he talked, making him look like a grinning ghost. “So,” he said in an even more hushed tone then before, “Is everything ready?” “Yes,” I replied, feeling quite certain for the first time in days. I felt like we were secret spies discussing an important mission. As I let that notion sink in, I realized that this might be a futuristic adventure that could change my life. As these thoughts rushed through my head like a speeding roller coaster, silence had fallen over the room. Unaware of this, I let out a little shriek of joy. “Shush,” my brother said with what I thought was a little more force than necessary. I felt like he was shoving a toy towards me when he only had to pass it.“Shush,” I scolded back with just as much force, then quickly added: “I’m just so excited that we are moving tomorrow for good!” No need to break the ice and start an argument because of a noise. “I know!!” my brother replied, seeming just as excited. He let out a yawn and pulled his snow white blankets over his head and just as the conversation had started it ended, as he began to doze off. I turned away and pulled my soft blue blanket over me and placed my head into my plush light blue pillow. As I did this, I took a final look at our room, my eyes darted back and forth as fast as lightning and as keen as an eagle. There were a cluster of lamps and multiple stacks of boxes scattered on the floor along with colonnades of dust bunnies.
Then, I spotted something glimmering in the dark like a silver star in an empty sky of dark.
I closed my eyes and shook my head, I’m just imagining it, I told myself, but when I opened my eyes it was still there. I quietly threw off my blankets and put my right foot gently on the ground. As soon as I did, red hot japs of pain ran through my right leg and the world turned black.
“I don’t think it’s going to fit,” I yelled over the noise. “It will,” my dad said, giving the chair a final push. He got up and wiped the sweat from this face.
He looked at me and in his eyes I could see how exhausted he was.
His shoulders slumped and his back arched. “Are you sure you don’t want me to help?” I said for what felt like a millionth time. “No,” he replied, “I’ve got it.” He let out a loud breath and picked up another chair. “Go see what’s left and bring it here.” I twirled my long lost silver bracelet I had found the night before, then I ran inside to our house for the final time.
My foot throbbed as I ran, reminding me of my painful incident from the previous night. I shook my head annoyed with myself for being so weak. As soon as I got inside, I spotted my mother picking up the last of the boxes. I put my hands under hers and helped her lift the box. Then I slowly shifted the weight of the box as I passed it back to her. She gave me a grateful nod that seemed as graceful as a swan. I nodded back and ran down the small hallway.
I slowed down to a walk as I brushed my hand over the smooth white walls. As I did this, memories flowed through my head like a graceful blue river flowing through my mind. I remember all the times I had walked through this hallway. How I used to skip to my room when I was happy or storm right out. I pulled my hand away. “There’s no need to get stuck in the past,” I whispered to myself, but I could already sense my mind slipping deeper and deeper. All those happy memories seem lost and sad, no longer happy. I can’t do this, I thought. I can’t leave this place. “What did you say?” a voice echoed from the other room breaking me out of my thoughts.
I walked inside the room my brother and I had shared for who knew how long. As I looked around, I remembered the day before how I had done the same, not wanting to leave it. I felt like that now. I looked at a box full of books. Maybe if I hide them and we can’t find them we won’t leave. I know my Mom and Dad care deeply about some of those books, I thought. Quietly, I picked up the box ready to hide it in a closet or something, but before I could, the bottom opened up and piles of books billowed out one by one. As each book fell, I felt like each one of my past memories was leaving my hands, no longer part of me.“Ugh!” I let out a growl of frustration. Not only at the books but in the whole world. Why did life have to be so hard! I started picking up books shoving them back into their box till my hand reached out to a small one with a black leather cover and binding.
I picked it up and began to flip through it. It was filled head to toe with my indecisive thoughts about us moving to the USA. There were small pictures that showed more feeling than you could imagine. I felt myself falling into those memories, being that little girl scared and nervous, clutching this book. I didn’t even remember this journal but as I read through it, I could see the same thoughts I was thinking at that moment being mirrored on the paper. I finally realized that if this place was amazing, so would the others. I gently placed the book back in the box.
As I looked around I came to the conclusion I no longer saw a home I left behind, but a past adventure, like when you read a book. You might finish the book and be sad about that, but there is always another. Everything seemed to have a blue tinge to it, making it calmer and more peaceful. I felt that way now as I was standing in the room. I lifted the box full of books, full of new adventures, just like the one I was about to uphold.
“Shh,” I said in a hushed tone over to my brother, putting a finger on my mouth. It was the middle of the night and my brother and I were whispering by the light of the moon. We were both snuggled up in our beds ready to fall asleep. An eerie glow lit my brother's face as he talked, making him look like a grinning ghost. “So,” he said in an even more hushed tone then before, “Is everything ready?” “Yes,” I replied, feeling quite certain for the first time in days. I felt like we were secret spies discussing an important mission. As I let that notion sink in, I realized that this might be a futuristic adventure that could change my life. As these thoughts rushed through my head like a speeding roller coaster, silence had fallen over the room. Unaware of this, I let out a little shriek of joy. “Shush,” my brother said with what I thought was a little more force than necessary. I felt like he was shoving a toy towards me when he only had to pass it.“Shush,” I scolded back with just as much force, then quickly added: “I’m just so excited that we are moving tomorrow for good!” No need to break the ice and start an argument because of a noise. “I know!!” my brother replied, seeming just as excited. He let out a yawn and pulled his snow white blankets over his head and just as the conversation had started it ended, as he began to doze off. I turned away and pulled my soft blue blanket over me and placed my head into my plush light blue pillow. As I did this, I took a final look at our room, my eyes darted back and forth as fast as lightning and as keen as an eagle. There were a cluster of lamps and multiple stacks of boxes scattered on the floor along with colonnades of dust bunnies. Then, I spotted something glimmering in the dark like a silver star in an empty sky of dark. I closed my eyes and
shook my head, I’m just imagining it, I told myself, but when I opened my eyes it was still there. I quietly threw off my blankets and put my right foot gently on the ground. As soon as I did, red hot japs of pain ran through my right leg and the world turned black.
“I don’t think it’s going to fit,” I yelled over the noise. “It will,” my dad said, giving the chair a final push. He got up and wiped the sweat from this face. He looked at me and in his eyes I could see how exhausted he was. His shoulders slumped and his back arched. “Are you sure you don’t want me to help?” I said for what felt like a millionth time. “No,” he replied, “I’ve got it.” He let out a loud breath and picked up another chair. “Go see what’s left and bring it here.” I twirled my long lost silver bracelet I had found the night before, then I ran inside to our house for the final time.
My foot throbbed as I ran, reminding me of my painful incident from the previous night. I shook my head annoyed with myself for being so weak. As soon as I got inside, I spotted my mother picking up the last of the boxes. I put my hands under hers and helped her lift the box. Then I slowly shifted the weight of the box as I passed it back to her. She gave me a grateful nod that seemed as graceful as a swan. I nodded back and ran down the small hallway.
I slowed down to a walk as I brushed my hand over the smooth white walls. As I did this, memories flowed through my head like a graceful blue river flowing through my mind. I remember all the times I had walked through this hallway. How I used to skip to my room when I was happy or storm right out. I pulled my hand away. “There’s no need to get stuck in the past,” I whispered to myself, but I could already sense my mind slipping deeper and deeper. All those happy memories seem lost and sad, no longer happy. I can’t do this, I thought. I can’t leave this place. “What did you say?” a voice echoed from the other room breaking me out of my thoughts.
I walked inside the room my brother and I had shared for who knew how long. As I looked around, I remembered the day before how I had done the same, not wanting to leave it. I felt like that now. I looked at a box full of books. Maybe if I hide them and we can’t find them we won’t leave. I know my Mom and Dad care deeply about some of those books, I thought. Quietly, I picked up the box ready to hide it in a closet or something, but before I could, the bottom opened up and piles of books billowed out one by one. As each book fell, I felt like each one of my past memories was leaving my hands, no longer part of me.“Ugh!” I let out a growl of frustration. Not only at the books but in the whole world. Why did life have to be so hard! I started picking up books shoving them back into their box till my hand reached out to a small one with a black leather cover and binding. I picked it up and began to flip through it. It was filled head to toe with my indecisive thoughts about us moving to the USA. There were small pictures that showed more feeling than you could imagine. I felt myself falling into those memories, being that little girl scared and nervous, clutching this book. I didn’t even remember this journal but as I read through it, I could see the same thoughts I was thinking at that moment being mirrored on the paper. I finally realized that if this place was amazing, so would the others. I gently placed the book back in the box. As I looked around I came to the conclusion I no longer saw a home I left behind, but a past adventure, like when you read a book. You might finish the book and be sad about that, but there is always another. Everything seemed to have a blue tinge to it, making it calmer and more peaceful. I felt that way now as I was standing in the room. I lifted the box full of books, full of new adventures, just like the one I was about to uphold.
