Life by Gentherly Coronado
It tells me “ready, set, Go!” as I am young. When I can finally speak for myself. When I can walk by myself. It says “you must now go on!” I run and run and I don’t stop. I am looked at oddly by others. They see me as the quiet, ugly girl. To them, I look weak and easy to pick on. But when my brother was picked on by a bully at age five, I fought back. “No one hurts my little brother but me!” I had thought as I hit the bully. I was picked on myself, so I did not want him feeling that. Whenever he needed help, I’d help. I was eight. I was visited by my mother at Dominican Republic. I had been nine now. It was like 10PM and we were getting ready to sleep. My brother had fallen asleep. I was to sleep next to him. She came in and said hi and I hugged her right away. He didn’t recognize her. He was one when she had left and I was three. I remembered her so well though. We were to go to America by three in the morning. When we came, it was perfect. Houses fixed. Streets paved. Cars undamaged unlike my country. It was summer. Heated weather. Nice warm breeze. Just like back home. I felt happy for a while. My stepfather seemed nice. Apparently he had eyes for his daughter. He hurts anything that hurts her. We were siblings, and siblings may fight. Take note that I was still nine. I hit her once. Just once and she cried. She ran to him and he yelled at me. “If you hit my daughter ever again, I will do the same to you!” I did not know it counted as illegal and took it to heart. She always did something to anger me. He spoiled her and now she was cold hearted like him. She knew I couldn’t hit her. She took that to her advantage. She would tease me and hit me. My constant tattle taling made my mom mad. I couldn’t speak to her dad because he would defend her. I started to lose it. They said she was just a little girl being a little girl. I would’ve never felt jealous of her if I didn’t hate her then. She was just five but she knew how to use your weakness against you. Soon enough, her dad began trying to find excuses to get me into trouble. “She didn’t do the dishes right” “She’s failing this class” “She forgot this homework at school” “Stop saying stupid things!” He would make fun of my mistakes. I was just a little girl and an adult was picking on me. My mom didn’t see it. When I started school, I tried to speak to the Spanish kids in my class. RD was the best girl I ever met back then. Fourth grade with her was nice. She soon enough became my best friend. She translated everything for me. She helped me when I needed it. I also met SMN She was in my ESL class. We did not speak english well so this class taught us. Although there were good times in school, there were also bad. I had tried to make more spanish friends from my classes. Most of the spanish boys were jerks to me. They would say I spoke too fast and that I was annoying. I was being super sweet and they ended up judging. I saw them as my enemies right away because they never stopped. I was laughed at in the halls and they avoided me in class. I felt unwanted but I chose to keep smiling. I chose happiness. I was ten then since my birthday had been in the start of the year. September 22nd. Fifth great is the forgotten year. I don’t remember anything during the first year of my new school. SGS school. I remember the second year in that school, however. I had to sit next to my hispanic enemies. His name was Alex. He was always one to laugh at me and watch me. I sometimes wondered if he bothered me because he liked me. He told me he wanted to date me and that weirded me out. I was at the age where I’d look at cute boys from afar. But, I was the shy girl who also didn’t have a sex drive. I didn’t desire them. I never would have. Gentherly is an 11th grade student. She is currently a Poetry Today student.
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