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Junior year of high school, not quite starting high school and clearly not done. I knew everyone at school; I sorted out the cool from the annoying and/or stupid. I had no “high school sweetheart” at school, and I just wanted it to be over. The anticipation of ending high school and even being a senior was growing more each day. I know I’ll be prepared for my senior year, I’ve had senioritis since I was a sophomore; none of that matters anymore though senior year is going to suck now, but I’m clearly getting ahead of myself.
Christy walked into the AP classroom and slapped my forehead. She was looking a little on the casual side with her flats and cute t-shirt, “hey gimme some of your goldfish”. I glared at her black lined eyes, but gave her some anyway. I like Christy she was a witty, smart-mouthed hardworking girl who I admired for having a cumulative 4.25 gpa, which if your not up to speed, means never ever getting less than an “A” in 3 years.
She opened her mouth to talk and I watched the goldfish swim in her saliva as she said, “okay Maria, I want to run for ASB president, but I’m running against Sandy and [here her voice rose significantly] she WINS everything, so will you be my student rep to board? She smiled her huge smile, shrugged her shoulders and closed her eyes. Very convincing.
I opened my mouth to talk, “okay you’ll run with me yay! Maria you’re the best see, that’s why I love you” I burst out laughing. Of course I would say yes, I actually thought we might have a chance; root for the underdog! I was completely in.
I recruited my long time friend, best friend, ex boyfriend turned good friend and the guy with the Mohawk, because everyone needs a guy with a Mohawk; my confidence boosted. They all agreed we were all friendly and pretty well known amongst the student body. For 2 weeks we planned, plotted and hoped for the best. We disagreed on a lot, but when we agreed on something we were excited and united.
Christy, we found out at dress rehearsals, could not talk in front of an audience, her stage fright dumbfounded us all and even I, along with her was almost in tears. Her speech sounded like a babbling fool drowning in a pool of no hope. The problem was her speech it sounded so rehearsed and robotic. Instead, I wrote her speech in ways that everyone who was at the ASB assembly could understand and relate to.
I was happy, our entrance, skit music everything we had chosen to perfection. The day of the assembly came, we walked in to the wrong song, the “dj” picked a cheerleading song. I was mad, but optimistic. Sandy’s cabinet went up Intimidation you ask? No, not us. She jumbled and fumbled she referred to herself as hardworking and humble and ended with the lines, “mi raza Latina siempre estare con ustedes”, and that was it.
I paid no attention to anything after that, we were defeated; it was like a cowboy-Indian war, we were throwing rocks while they shot with silver bullets. The recruit of voters were separated into two categories, North for Christy;South for Sandy. I couldn’t believe that whenever I asked anyone to vote for Christy, their reply was always, “No, she’s not cool Sandy is cool because she is Mexican”, I almost laughed out loud but did not want to disrespect anyone. It was funny for several reasons, one because not only is Sandy Mexican but so is everyone else at our entire school including Christy’s cabinet.
I learned something that day, I felt enlightened; had an epiphany if you will. At that point, I didn’t care about my so called loss. I felt bad for the reason they got elected; I didn’t want to govern and report on a school that decided upon race. And although this sounds like bitter propaganda, it’s my side of the story.
In the end, that’s what is wrong with the world, leaders based on popularity, race, background rather than skill or intelligence. Bugs Bunny would have won the presidential election if he were running. Christy cried, and I shrugged, senior year is not going to be as fun as it could have been and the world will never have a worthy leader.
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Sahaira, 23
Former Dinuba Resident Sahaira Murillo, 23, died February 01, 2013 at her home in East Los Angeles, CA.
A service was held Monday 05, 2013 at Las Piedras Funeral home in East, LA burial took place in Las Lomitas hill.
Ms. Murillo-de la Cruz was born February 06,1991. In Reedley, CA., to J. Isabel and Mariana Murillo.
She came to L.A. after discovering her pregnancy and later got into the drug dealing business. (The whereabout of her child are still unknown) she also was famously known as the bait to attract men to drugs, they called her worm in honor of her dedication and commitment to the job.
She had lived in Dinuba for 17 years prior to moving to L.A.
Her family wrote “she was a cute kid”
She is survived by her mother and father, Mariana and J. Isabel, sisters Lexie and Kassy, and husband Jose. Child; Maria Jesus De la Cruz. And others kept anonymous for their sake.
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My wife was the greatest woman to me. Always full of surprises and never leaving anything to the imagination. She cooked the best enchiladas. She was good at her job, I’ve heard, from my friends down at the bar. I regret to this day not being able to stop that mobster from throwing the toaster into the bathtub. I’ll miss you, babygirl.
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Sahaira was born February 6, 1991 in Reedley, Calfornia to J. Isabel and Mariana Murillo.
Former Santa Barbara resident Sahaira Nayeli died January 10, 2063 in her home while sleeping.
In retirement, she enjoyed splurging on vintage designer pieces and hosting abnormally themed parties.
A service was held Thursday at Dopkin’s Funeral home in her home town of Dinuba, CA. Burial took place at Smith Mountain cemetary.
She was preceded in death by her parents Mariana and J. Isabel Murillo.
She is survived by her siblings Kassandra, Alexandra and Xavier Murillo.
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Sahaira was a very lovely, intelligent person. She always was full of youth even in her later years. We met at on of her famously grand parties, I think it was her “The Life of Brittany Spears” themed 50th birthday. Mary introduced us, I was the pre-psycho version of Mrs. Spears at the VMAs big, yellow boa and all. And she was the bald Brittany, with two fake children under each arm. I had never seen anyone make bald look so beautiful. I will always miss her laugh because it was so unique and loud. I’d only known for 10 years before she passed away but we became fast best friends. We shared an interest in everything from thrift store hopping, shopping, traveling and smoking the reefer. I will miss her so much, no one could replace the presence and fun show brought to any room.
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Man, I am tired! I think I’m going to yawn and “aaaa” there i go. Oh,i think i got a clownfish stuck in my throat and it was not funny. There is a light coming down from up there and it is blinding my right eye. Wait, now it’s blocked! Now it’s dark, oh now it’s light again. Perfect.
It is so boring, and I’m always alone. I never realized how alone i was until now. Can’t Breathe! Up, I go! Hello birds! goodbye birds! Alone, alone, alone. I wish i had wings and could fly like those birds, maybe if i flap really hard when I go up t will help me fly! Hear I go, I’m going to try it. Flap, flap, flap, faster little flippers faster!
That did NOT work! I guess i’m doomed to be stuck in the ocean. Oh no! something is coming towards me, I’m scared i’ve never seen that kind of fish. It has a weird shell like thing like a turtle, but it’s round and it only has one big glass eye, 4 legs and it’s making weird noises out of a tube.
It’s only polite to say talk to it, maybe it’s lost. “HELLOOOO” I’m sucking it in!! no no no! Swim buddy swim!
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Adam looked at his reflection in the rearview mirrior, noticing the gray at his temples and the grizzly-like fuzz on his face, "damn, I need to shave" he said to no one in particular.
"Taxi!" the jimmy choo wearing chanel bag holding young woman yelled at the top off her lungs. Her brown hair let loose in medium waves; her chic outfit straight out of vogue. She was ready for a night out, and her best friend forever Cara didn't want to drive her Mercedes out because of the snow. She took this opportunity as a chance to have a little adventure and ride a cab.
"Another dumb rich girl in this car and I swear I'll..." He stopped, realizing it had been a slow nite, and he was close to falling asleep out of shear boredom. His girlfriend kept whining about some shoes she had wanted for christmas, and it was nearing the middle of December and he was no where near his $300 goal.
"Where to?" his words slurred and he struggled to keep his hazel-green eyes open. His eyes were beautiful actually, but his eyelids were drooping with exhaustion.
"upper east side" she spoke to him in the same voice a butterfly would speak to a cocharoach in
"Yes, ma'm" he replied
The moody, forty something year old took out a marloboro red and asked the saks fifth ave. mannequin if he could smoke;It was common courtesy.
"So, you're telling me that she wore a monnogrammed louis vuitton bag? Are you kidding? That is repulsive, I would much rather wear a plastic bag from the nearest wal*mart than do that! hahahaha, did you hear about Sophia what a total...
"CAN I SMOKE I SAID!" he really needed it, whatever she was about to pay him was not worth the mindless chatter of a woman who spends her father's money on little luxuries to impress her equally stupid friends
"okay, like I care" she responded.
He mocked her high pitched voice to himself, and his mind wandered. He wondered if his wife were waiting up for him tonight, or if she was at home. He had suspicions of her cheating, but had no motive to spy, what if he had gotten caught? It was not worth the risk, she had an amazing body and he was getting old. He was sure they would have beautiful children, if they would get married.
"Here's your stop, kid It'll be 35 bucks" he told her.
"oh, uh. Here's a fifty by yourself some coffee to keep you awake, you look terrible. Make sure not to fall asleep at the wheel, with your good looks I can only assume that you have some girl waiting for you at home"
Her benevolence shocked him naturally, he regreted what he had initially thought about her. Up until, he saw a man standing waiting for a cab, and remembered what he had to do, to buy his girlfriend those shoes
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Cody was at it again, his small, thin fragile white fingers held my long brown hair, his other hand the scissors. My mind raced trying to come up with something to do, how do I handle it this time? I was wondering when the most amazing, brilliant noise registered through my ears and into my brain
The bell, my spirits lifted as I gathered my things and waved goodbye to Mrs. Sandoval, the oldest person alive to date, at least that's what I thought when I counted the wrinkles on her neck. I almost expected her to gobble, gobble, her resemblence to a turkey was uncanny.
Walking home was my favorite part of the day, more than recess, more than lunch, more than anything else. I felt exceptionally grown up walking home, I was only in first grade above all. I walked passed the classrooms, and then started walking trhough the basketball courts. I looked up at the towering courts as the heat from the sun in combination with the asphalt made me feel like I was walking on a skillet.
And then I saw them, thier dirty brown faces looking up at me from down the street. Their hands gripped the handle bars as their feet moved in rotation towards me. At that point in time, I wish I could sprout wings, like a root would out of a seed
Of course, that was impossible and I can only freeze, my feet cemented at the same spot. Relunctantly, I convinced my fet to move forward, left, right, left, right they had stopped coming near me. I was content at that, a smile of triumph came over me as we neared each other. I saw them smirk as my smile in triumph, turned into a wince of defeat
"Hola chiquita a donde vas?" the one on the bike spoke
The words he has said to me, were familiar, I was fluent in spanish but this had sounded foreign and alien. I did not reply.
"no hablas espanol?"
I nodded in response. This was not a friendly hello, I thought to myself as my feet gathered speed and walked towards, my home, my sanctuary. They blocked me off demanding to know where I was heading to. Slow, rolling tears were burning shame onto my face and touched the corner of my lip.
I yelled back, "I', going to tell my mom!!, LET ME GO!"
They laughed loudly in my face, their breath smelling of conquer. I ran, faster than I thought humanly possible for a girl my age, to my mom who I had hoped would be home. Home, cooking my favorite meal or watching the afternoon novela.
I never looked back, as the sweat and teachers trickled in unison down my back and my black shoes made a pitter patter noise on the pavement. I was out of breath and kept tripping, but I didn't care; anything to avoid seeing those filthy boys again.
It was in front of me, my house. I reached for the doorknob, and pulled and tugged till it opened. My mom saw my distressed face and reached out to me. She pulled me close to her as she ran her hands through my knoted hair as I sobbed and tried to explain my situation.
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