Loud music filled our dwellings. El dinero de los cielos que cae como cristales.
It was the same
process every day-eat,party,listen to music,learn spanish-at least for us,fall asleep and the next
day began.It was the same process.It was repitition, forced repitition.The reshersels of
generations. It was an easy process for the experienced who had done this for years and
years.However,it was becoming a larger problem in the our part of the society,which was known
as the learners group-although as far as I was concerned,it should have been renamed the
We-dont-teach-children-anything-instead-we-waste-their-capabilities-group.Most of us
learning spanish were bored into the stage where it should have developed into pain. Pain
medications were essential to some of us. But,every time we-every time any of the children
asked the grownups why it had to be this boredom-producing routine,the grownups would just
piss it off and say, Enjoy life..But we werent enjoying! This wasnt fun-we were robotically
sensored roboyd that were slaves to their masters.One day,coming home from Spanish Class-I
went to the bathroom and washed my hands.It couldnt be forgotten-that day by mistake I ate
without washing my hands and whipped like my feelings were transperent. I winced at the
memory.The ruler I had been whipped by,I hid it in the bathroom cabinet but it proved to be no
use.A new ruler was brought the preceding day.I took the ruler out and dropped it.I thought I
could break it.CHHHHHHH! The sound rippled across the hallway.Excuse me!What is it that I
hear? I heard footsteps coming.Either mother or father. Nothing.Just one of the rings fell off
the shower curtain! I nervously called back.Next time I need meat,I wont have to go
outside....The footsteps tatered away.I silently tiptoed into the bedroom and closed the door.I
stood on top of the bed and dropped the ruler again,attempting to break it.Instead of
breaking,the ruler seemed to fall faster and faster the closer it was to the ground.I tried dropping
the ruler from a very small height.It didnt go faster than its original speed.That meant that the
closer the ruler was to the ground,the closer it was to its original speed.But when I dropped it
from a high height,it started getting faster.There was only one possoble explanation-the ruler
was connected to a string that someone was pulling from my grandparents room.Probably their
neice.I found mother preparing the dishes,shaking her head to the music,her head vibrating-
except with bigger wavelengths. I made up an excuse, I want to go downstairs and tell my
grandparents about the party.I didnt say Mom.Because my parents didn't treat their kids like
parents.Far from it.And I was sure it was the same replica across every dwelling,judging from
the sore faces from my classmates.I was excused.I quickly strolled downstairs and told my
grandparents about the occasion-and also added I wanted to go to their bedroom just to see if it
was clean for the party.I went into the bedroom.To my surprise,there wasnt a single soul in
there.There want even a string going from a hole in the ceiling.I went back upstairs and thought
that if there was no one below making the ruler go faster,then who-or what was causing it to go
faster? The following day In spanish class-we were assigned a spanish translation of a english
book called the giver.Every day,we read barely a single chapter. But when I got home-I raced
through the whole book.The part about where kids and neither grownups couldnt see color
surprised me.I thought-is color...fake? Is it an illusion of our eyes? One day,during the daily
parties-a kid(he was known as the maker,he made many amazing contraptions,at least thats
what he told us in the learners group)named Jhon gave me some triangle looking thing except it
was raised up and looked...real,not like paper triangles you cut out,but real triangle looking
structures you could hold in your hand.I took it to the bedroom,avoiding the other adults just in
case they noticed.Sunlight only partly glinted through the windows,as if I didn't deserve to see
the rest of it.I put the triangle looking object in front of the sun so I could see it
clearly.Suddenly,something amazing-quite indescribable happened. A burst of colors,popped
out on the other side of the triangle structure.Another illusion? First the ruler seeming to get
faster,and now and object thats actually white,transparent has produced vibrant visible
colors.Were my brain playing tricks on me?The grown-ups had now noticed my strange
behavior.They were frustrated with me. Senseless stupid boy! Like the rest of em.Except hes
got a nick for trouble!. You fool!You mindless whit!Sitting around all day like crap! Youre
waste!.Theyre insults didnt make me feel hurt.Oh no-no,it was the whip that was full of hurt.I
was told to go play outside.The grownups then slammed the door and went back to their
mindless dances and prances.I sat on the pasture and rolled a tennis ball.I took the tennis ball
and rolled it across the grass.It seemed to slow down the farther it went.It was probably the
grass slowing them down with the tall stems.So,just to make sure I wasnt diilillusional for the
oh-i-didnt-keep-track-yet amount of times,I rolled the tennis ball again.But this time,I rolled it on
the plain cement.It traveled fasterand farther-but even there it got slower.There are too many
illusions! Why hasnt anyone ever noticed them? Suddenly,I hear the radio.Not spanish music
nor was it a spanish celebrity.It was someone who had noticed these illusions...and were
explaining them! But I must be mistaken.The people here would never care to listen to
that.Theyre too busy with a life they presumably enjoy.I go closer to where I think I hear the
radio from.Suddenly,I locate the source-a dark alley hidden from the streets.I see a man sitting
on old-what probably used to be a beautiful-chair with golden embroedings.I creep into the
alley.He notices me and immediately shuts off the radio-quick for a old man whos
fragile.Then,he realizes Im a kid and welcomes me in. Welcome child.I see you are bored of
the parties and harshness.I am Jire.Can you tell me what is the reason for you to be here? he
asks. Im tired of the whips because I like to sit down and keep quite a lot.But the real reason is
that Ive been seeing some wierd things-Illusions,i believe.Like a ball slowing down.A ruler
falling faster and faster.A colorless pyramid bursting in colors in front of sunlight. I spurt out like
a burst inflated balloon. Calm down,child.Take a seat..I pull over and sit down on a chair
similar Jires.
A
Angel
Angie
Angela
B
Bryson
C
Christopher
D
Dangelo
Diasy
e
f
g
