It was three o’clock on a Friday and the campana had finally rung for school to be out for the weekend. I hurriedly shoved my libros in my book bag and headed for the door ready to be out of school.
“Oh wait, Alisa could tu come here for a quick second,” my English teacher, Mrs. Thompson asked. I turned around wishing I could be out this school. She was a very tall and light skinned lady, in her mid-thirties. She had long stringy black hair and big brown eyes. tu would probably think she was a retired model. I quickly went to her escritorio trying not to seem I was rushing her.
“Um I just wanted tu to know that I read your essay over George Washington and you’ve really gotten better with your writing. I want tu to keep up the good work, “she said.
“Thank tu and I will,” I laughed.
“Ok, see tu tomorrow”
“Ok, bye Mrs. Thompson.”
I left out the class room and started on my way home. The walk from Hillson High school was not a very long walk at all. It probably was ten minutos at the most. It was a pretty warm día in April. A nice to día to have a picnic o something. Thinking about picnics reminded me of the time Mom and one of her old boyfriends took us on a picnic. Mom has had many boyfriends in her life. Too many to count. She always says one día she’ll find the right person for her. That one día seems like never.
    We lived in a pretty nice neighborhood. Not too much crime and the houses were fairly new. I finally came up to our two story house. It was the white picket fence dream house every woman wanted for her family. It was all brick and had red shutters and a red door, green bushy césped, hierba and a big oak árbol on each side of the yard. Mom always made sure the house was nicely taken cared of since dad wasn’t around anymore to take care of it.
    I walked in the house to find mom in a nice silky looking black dress. She looked like she was rushing to find her other earring. I threw my book bag on the couch.
“And where are tu off to at three o’clock. I thought the dating hora was six,” I jokingly said.
“And Hi to tu too,” she responded. I sat on the sofá and waited for an answer.
“Well I’m actually going on a fecha with a guy named Jared. He’s one of my co-workers at the company and, I really think he’s the one”
“He’s the one just like Chris, David, Ben, oh and that other guy who smelled like shaving cream, Jeff”
“Well that was just a misunderstanding” Mom stood in the entry hall mirror fixing and puffing up her hair. She applied más mascara and eye liner.
“And what am I supposed to eat while tu gone?” I asked.
“There’s chicken and arroz on the stove.” Mom walked around the den.
“I know im forgetting something.”
I thought along with her. “Your purse,” I said
“Yes! Good thinking.” Mom rushed upstairs. I thought to myself what is she getting her self into? The front door rung.
“Could tu get that honey, I think that’s Jared,” Mom hollered from upstairs.
“I guess that’s prince charming,” I dicho to myself. I went and opened the door.