Waking up I practically jump of my bed singing the "Good Morning" song.....guess coffee really isn't a good idea before bed. I bounce around the room, every once in a while I jump over to my dad, tell him to wake up and give him a nuggie. Irritated my dad twitches like a horse trying to get rid of fleas. Laughing I prance down to breakfast.
My dad shows up five minutes later outraged, he forbids me to ever drink coffee again. Miguel mockingly tut-tuts me. Sighing I give over my already half empty cup of coffe and I'm given in return a glass of green mango juice. When nobodies looking I quickly pour it into a plant pot and take up the face of an innocent child who had his teddy bear taken away....still I don't get coffee.
My dad smiles like a born again Christian while I sulk behind him to school.
At the school I silently sneak my book out of my dads backpack and sit behind a tree reading it like a hermit. Ten minuets later I'm at the climax of the book and don't notice my teacher standing beside me boring her eyes into my skull. At the end of the chapter I sigh a breath relief (the main character survived assassination) and look around, I let out a little high pitched shriek which is quickly silenced by my teachers evil smirk.
Snarling she drags me over to our table and tells me if I behave and do well in class she'll give me coffee. Today was the best day of Spanish I have had had- I got all the verb tenses and conjugation correct and I was able to hold a very educational conversation about how caterpillars reproduce, with my teacher...sighing my teacher told me I'm crazy...she meant I'm a crazy genius...?
After class my dad took one look and me and says that coffee is only a small part of my hyper problem, "air is like red bull to you, I'm gonna have to take it away" my dad says with an evil grin suddenly jumping on his face.
To win back my air I bet my dad that my route of walking to our house is shorter than his. An hour later our legs are falling of and we still haven't found an answer, so after a lot of arguing, in four different languages, we agree to disagree.
We crawl into our families dining room only to find our food was given to the dogs because we were late. It's already seven in the evening so I feverishly settle down in my bed while my dad pecks at his keyboard like an angry chicken.
My dad shows up five minutes later outraged, he forbids me to ever drink coffee again. Miguel mockingly tut-tuts me. Sighing I give over my already half empty cup of coffe and I'm given in return a glass of green mango juice. When nobodies looking I quickly pour it into a plant pot and take up the face of an innocent child who had his teddy bear taken away....still I don't get coffee.
My dad smiles like a born again Christian while I sulk behind him to school.
At the school I silently sneak my book out of my dads backpack and sit behind a tree reading it like a hermit. Ten minuets later I'm at the climax of the book and don't notice my teacher standing beside me boring her eyes into my skull. At the end of the chapter I sigh a breath relief (the main character survived assassination) and look around, I let out a little high pitched shriek which is quickly silenced by my teachers evil smirk.
Snarling she drags me over to our table and tells me if I behave and do well in class she'll give me coffee. Today was the best day of Spanish I have had had- I got all the verb tenses and conjugation correct and I was able to hold a very educational conversation about how caterpillars reproduce, with my teacher...sighing my teacher told me I'm crazy...she meant I'm a crazy genius...?
After class my dad took one look and me and says that coffee is only a small part of my hyper problem, "air is like red bull to you, I'm gonna have to take it away" my dad says with an evil grin suddenly jumping on his face.
To win back my air I bet my dad that my route of walking to our house is shorter than his. An hour later our legs are falling of and we still haven't found an answer, so after a lot of arguing, in four different languages, we agree to disagree.
We crawl into our families dining room only to find our food was given to the dogs because we were late. It's already seven in the evening so I feverishly settle down in my bed while my dad pecks at his keyboard like an angry chicken.