Sometimes I feel like I live in an enternal hell.
Nobody likes me except my former teammates. To everyone else...I am a loser, a nobody.
When I began attending Gallagher, people knew all about what I had been through during my million dollar journey. But that does not mean they were sympathetic. Whenever people let alone heard me they sheilded their girlfriends, telling them "not to ever go near Alejandro Burromuerto. He is a liar. He is a crook."
trang chủ was worse for me. Carlos and Jose had their girlfriends-Mitzi and Macie, the worst, meanest, nastiest, sluttiest girls on the planet- di chuyển in. My grandfather moved in, and to him, I'm just the butler.
After my father's death in a car accident, all I had was my two brothers who didn't give a crap about me, my future sisters in law, who treated me like dirt, and my abuelo, who hated my guts, like everyone in the world.
They might as well call me "Cinderelejandro"!"
“Alright, kids, first of all, welcome to the new year. Now that you’re sophomores, bạn guys should have known how serious high school is, since most of bạn learned it the hard way in freshman year…”
Ms. White walked across the rooms, looking at her students like we were fresh meat, ready for her to snack on.
"Alejandro! Alejandro Burromuerto!"
I looked up at my name being called for the twenty-fifth time that day. My teacher looked down at me. "Would bạn pay attention??"
Great, one thêm member of the "We-Hate-Alejandro" society..
"Sorry, ma'm. I'll pay attention."
"You better, hoặc I don't want to be bạn this year."
RIIING!
"Shi-oh, darn it." Resisting cursing in class was the least of my problems; I gave Ms. White an embarrassed smile, and walked out of the door.
"H-hello..?" I answered.
"Hey, el fracaso! Cuando llegue a casa, quiero que me des un baño, ¿entiendes?"
That was my grandfather. Of course he'd call me at school. He doesn't give a DAMN about my education.
"Yes, abuelo."
"Y después de eso, dijo Mitzi para obtener de ella una de las carteras caro!"
"Okay, abuelo."
I hung up with a sigh; my overbearing family called me 10 times a ngày to ask me to do unreasonable stuff when I got home. It'll be centries when they realize-I HAVE A LIFE!
After school, I rushed to the mall. Mitzi always asks for expensive things, and most of the time, I don't have the money for those types of things, but hey, the great and mighty Burromuertos must get EVERYTHING they want-I just wish that could apply to me.
"Listen, kid. I'm tired of seeing your face. If your sister wants this stuff, she needs to come and get it herself!" The store clerk snapped.
"I'm sorry, sir, she's..she's handicapped.." I said, and mentally facepalmed.
"Oh, so you're gonna use THAT as an excuse?! Get out of my store! I don't ever wanna see bạn again! GET THE HELL OUT!"
I ran out in fear. "Ugh.." I groaned. I knew Mitzi was going to kill me, but so was that clerk if I ever set foot in that store again. I might as well not come home...
I sat on the bench with a sigh. I hate my life..
I was about to close my eyes and doze off, when the barks of a dog were heard. I turned around, and saw a dog make out with my homework!
"Hey!! Come back here! PERRO ESTUPIDO!"
But the dog was already long gone.
I buried my face in my hands. I really, really hate my life...
I got trang chủ at 9 o clock. Normally, my grandfather was asleep at this time, along with Macie and Mitzi, and Jose and Carlos were at work till ten, so for once, I ACTUALLY had the rest of the night to myself!
...I was dead wrong.
The angry faces of my family stared at me, all looking like they were ready to kill me.
"Alejandro, where were you?" Jose asked. "And where is Mitzi's purse?"
"Abuelo wants to know why bạn were late." Carlos said, turning to my angry grandfather. "Alejandro, bạn No idiota bueno! Hijo de chupar la polla agujero del culo con retraso!" He snapped.
"You," Macie pointed to me. "-were supposed to make me dinner."
I could feel me tim, trái tim quicken. "..O-okay, first of all, Mitzi, I couldn't get your purse. The clerk got really mad and-"
Mitzi stepped over and gave me a slap on the cheek. "Real nice excuse! Look, when I tell bạn I want something, I WANT IT! I don't care what some goddamn clerk says!"
"A-and...Macie..Abuelo..I was late because I had to take the bus home..because I skipped class to go to the mall..." I continued to explain, but Macie just shook her head at me and walked upstairs with Carlos. Jose and Mitzi left the house, most likely to go to the mall.
"..I hate you."
I turned around at the first words my grandfather ever đã đưa ý kiến in English. He đã đưa ý kiến it over and over again in Spanish, but I had never heard him express his hatred for me in English before.
It..hurt.
He walked away, but not before telling me, in Spanish, to sleep on the đi văng tonight.
I slunk over to the couch, buried my face in a pillow, and cried.
Nobody likes me except my former teammates. To everyone else...I am a loser, a nobody.
When I began attending Gallagher, people knew all about what I had been through during my million dollar journey. But that does not mean they were sympathetic. Whenever people let alone heard me they sheilded their girlfriends, telling them "not to ever go near Alejandro Burromuerto. He is a liar. He is a crook."
trang chủ was worse for me. Carlos and Jose had their girlfriends-Mitzi and Macie, the worst, meanest, nastiest, sluttiest girls on the planet- di chuyển in. My grandfather moved in, and to him, I'm just the butler.
After my father's death in a car accident, all I had was my two brothers who didn't give a crap about me, my future sisters in law, who treated me like dirt, and my abuelo, who hated my guts, like everyone in the world.
They might as well call me "Cinderelejandro"!"
“Alright, kids, first of all, welcome to the new year. Now that you’re sophomores, bạn guys should have known how serious high school is, since most of bạn learned it the hard way in freshman year…”
Ms. White walked across the rooms, looking at her students like we were fresh meat, ready for her to snack on.
"Alejandro! Alejandro Burromuerto!"
I looked up at my name being called for the twenty-fifth time that day. My teacher looked down at me. "Would bạn pay attention??"
Great, one thêm member of the "We-Hate-Alejandro" society..
"Sorry, ma'm. I'll pay attention."
"You better, hoặc I don't want to be bạn this year."
RIIING!
"Shi-oh, darn it." Resisting cursing in class was the least of my problems; I gave Ms. White an embarrassed smile, and walked out of the door.
"H-hello..?" I answered.
"Hey, el fracaso! Cuando llegue a casa, quiero que me des un baño, ¿entiendes?"
That was my grandfather. Of course he'd call me at school. He doesn't give a DAMN about my education.
"Yes, abuelo."
"Y después de eso, dijo Mitzi para obtener de ella una de las carteras caro!"
"Okay, abuelo."
I hung up with a sigh; my overbearing family called me 10 times a ngày to ask me to do unreasonable stuff when I got home. It'll be centries when they realize-I HAVE A LIFE!
After school, I rushed to the mall. Mitzi always asks for expensive things, and most of the time, I don't have the money for those types of things, but hey, the great and mighty Burromuertos must get EVERYTHING they want-I just wish that could apply to me.
"Listen, kid. I'm tired of seeing your face. If your sister wants this stuff, she needs to come and get it herself!" The store clerk snapped.
"I'm sorry, sir, she's..she's handicapped.." I said, and mentally facepalmed.
"Oh, so you're gonna use THAT as an excuse?! Get out of my store! I don't ever wanna see bạn again! GET THE HELL OUT!"
I ran out in fear. "Ugh.." I groaned. I knew Mitzi was going to kill me, but so was that clerk if I ever set foot in that store again. I might as well not come home...
I sat on the bench with a sigh. I hate my life..
I was about to close my eyes and doze off, when the barks of a dog were heard. I turned around, and saw a dog make out with my homework!
"Hey!! Come back here! PERRO ESTUPIDO!"
But the dog was already long gone.
I buried my face in my hands. I really, really hate my life...
I got trang chủ at 9 o clock. Normally, my grandfather was asleep at this time, along with Macie and Mitzi, and Jose and Carlos were at work till ten, so for once, I ACTUALLY had the rest of the night to myself!
...I was dead wrong.
The angry faces of my family stared at me, all looking like they were ready to kill me.
"Alejandro, where were you?" Jose asked. "And where is Mitzi's purse?"
"Abuelo wants to know why bạn were late." Carlos said, turning to my angry grandfather. "Alejandro, bạn No idiota bueno! Hijo de chupar la polla agujero del culo con retraso!" He snapped.
"You," Macie pointed to me. "-were supposed to make me dinner."
I could feel me tim, trái tim quicken. "..O-okay, first of all, Mitzi, I couldn't get your purse. The clerk got really mad and-"
Mitzi stepped over and gave me a slap on the cheek. "Real nice excuse! Look, when I tell bạn I want something, I WANT IT! I don't care what some goddamn clerk says!"
"A-and...Macie..Abuelo..I was late because I had to take the bus home..because I skipped class to go to the mall..." I continued to explain, but Macie just shook her head at me and walked upstairs with Carlos. Jose and Mitzi left the house, most likely to go to the mall.
"..I hate you."
I turned around at the first words my grandfather ever đã đưa ý kiến in English. He đã đưa ý kiến it over and over again in Spanish, but I had never heard him express his hatred for me in English before.
It..hurt.
He walked away, but not before telling me, in Spanish, to sleep on the đi văng tonight.
I slunk over to the couch, buried my face in a pillow, and cried.
ok,heres how it works.You have to make Alejandro người hâm mộ art.It can be just him,or in group,or with someone,whatever,he has to be in it,though.
The dead-line is April 30th (2010,of course)
Rules:
it has to be art bởi YOU!You cannot take art and say bạn made it.
bạn cannot enter it after the 30th,that is the last day.
It has to be drawn.It cant be a screencap pasted onto a background.it must be drawn on the computer,or bởi hand.
positing:when picture is done,you have to post it here.you put the title,then say. "fangril99's contest entry."
voting:you cannot voted for yourself.it has to be someone else
i will send bạn an e-mail (on fanpop) of all the contestant's (besides yourself's) entry's after all the entry's are posted.Then,you reply to me who bạn vote for.you can vote 1 time.
Then,whoever gets the most votes,wins.
The dead-line is April 30th (2010,of course)
Rules:
it has to be art bởi YOU!You cannot take art and say bạn made it.
bạn cannot enter it after the 30th,that is the last day.
It has to be drawn.It cant be a screencap pasted onto a background.it must be drawn on the computer,or bởi hand.
positing:when picture is done,you have to post it here.you put the title,then say. "fangril99's contest entry."
voting:you cannot voted for yourself.it has to be someone else
i will send bạn an e-mail (on fanpop) of all the contestant's (besides yourself's) entry's after all the entry's are posted.Then,you reply to me who bạn vote for.you can vote 1 time.
Then,whoever gets the most votes,wins.
my entry
