She runs. No-one knows where she is going. Nobody is there.
World Class Pedro Sanchez
She runs. No-one knows where she is going. Nobody is there. Across a patchwork field of nails; charging like a determined hound on the glorious hunt through acres of melancholy steel Daffodils and patch of rusty Daisies. Her delicate cotton figure; now torn and ragged, was once a delight to be placed in the tender fingers of a young Hispanic boy. Where'd you go? I miss you so. Seems like it's been forever, that you've been gone.
Pedro Sanchez felt like all of his Christmas' had come at once. After becoming class president at his previous school his family transferred from Texas to Ohio after a rather violent gang war.
Pedro himself was a rather quiet guy and a bit of an outcast. Yet this time he feels like he's going to make it, although he left a large emotional section of his life behind. He left her. He's going to make it big time. He's out to prove that he's got nothing to prove.
A Hispanic boy just strode into our classroom. His brown moustache is rather overpowering, apart from that, he looks like every other new person to join our school.
He caught me staring. His beautiful brown eyes seem to shine deep inside me. For a moment it feels like time has stopped. A deep sense of tranquillity leaves my body; like a flowing river, as he turns to stare at our senile teacher. I think to myself; what a wonderful guy.
As Pedro strode into the classroom he introduced himself proudly to the teacher. She looked old and fragile but still seemed to have a few years left in her. As he looked around a certain girl caught his eye, she looked like, her. As quickly as it happened it was over.
Pedro turned to pay attention to the teacher. She was a short, busty woman who, obviously, did not want to be there at all. Clearly aggravated by Pedro interrupting her lesson, she rudely told him to grab a seat. Pedro swiftly obeyed as he did not appreciate this woman's vulgar expression. Also he did not want his ear 'bitten' off.
As Pedro sat down he smiled and thought to himself, a new start, a new beginning.
Pedro finally trudged home after a long hour of algebra. His uncle Paquento greeted him at the door; he was a large man from Mexico. He had a large, brown moustache and a figure that could rival Mike Tyson's. He also had a 'sweet ride.' "Hello uncle." Pedro stated in his usual dull tone of voice. "Where have you been boy? Paquento asked as he rose quickly out of his dusty armchair. These were the moments that Pedro dreaded. His insecure ...
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As Pedro sat down he smiled and thought to himself, a new start, a new beginning.
Pedro finally trudged home after a long hour of algebra. His uncle Paquento greeted him at the door; he was a large man from Mexico. He had a large, brown moustache and a figure that could rival Mike Tyson's. He also had a 'sweet ride.' "Hello uncle." Pedro stated in his usual dull tone of voice. "Where have you been boy? Paquento asked as he rose quickly out of his dusty armchair. These were the moments that Pedro dreaded. His insecure uncle, who was often drunk, tended to take out his troublesome problems on his orphaned nephew. "I was at school, my first day." Pedro whispered nervously, his uncle was getting closer. "You didn't touch my ride did you boy?" Paquento was now standing over Pedro with a sinister glare. "I..." Pedro was cut off short with a powerful blow to the chest. Pedro choked and felt the pain, rush through his, quivering, veins as he exhaled. He began to rise from his vulnerable position to make for the door. Where could he go? Too late... his greasy, black hair had been pulled upwards to lift his whole body off the ground, like a limp rag doll. Paquento reared up as he held his shaking nephew in his left hand. The next punch was devastating. As his clenched fist hit Pedro on his jaw, the blood curled off and splashed over Paquento's face, he breathed in the young boy's blood as it gushed around his teeth. Out cold.
Pedro opened his eyes slowly to see the roof of his uncle's mobile-home. He slowly rises, a searing pain rushes through his head; he pushes his fingertips through his lanky, blood-streaked hair and recoils with horror as the blood seeps through his fingers. Pedro carefully stood up and trudged to the bathroom, blood spilling with every step. Pedro winced at the pain as the shower turned on. He got out of the shower and strode dolefully to the medical box. After carefully dressing his wounds he sat down on his uncle's dusty sofa to watch some television. That was Pedro's day.
Here I am. My front door. The usual dull creak as I slowly open it. "Hello?" Suddenly a great noise erupts out of the inky blackness inside the Pentritch mansion. My home. "Happy birthday!" a smile creeps over my face. My best features revealed. "Thank you!" I hug my parents and open my presents, but all of the while I'm thinking of you.
Science. Pedro was quite alright at science; but seeing as he hadn't quite made any friends yet, it was going to make group-work tough. Out of the corner of his eye, Pedro saw somebody trudging towards him. "Hey what's your name?" said the gangly youth; he had curly ginger hair in a kind of afro style.
His skinny figure and rather gormless expression gave off the impression that he was the kind of person that feels, like Pedro did that day, like the new kid. Every lesson. "Pedro, what's yours?" Pedro asked, "James, will you work with me?" the boy pondered. Pedro gave him an awkward glance then replied with a simple "sure."
That boy's right over there. Pedro; I heard his name was. He's with that loser, James. I better go ask him, here it goes.
"Will you come to my birthday party?" the girl that Pedro caught staring, just gave him a letter entitled 'Party!' Pedro was awe-struck. "Yeah, ok!" he spluttered. A large smile crept across his face as he watched her strut away. Nice legs. He had a good feeling about this.
"Hey." James blurted out as Pedro opened the door. "You look nice." He complimented in a low tone. "Thanks, so what's up?" Pedro asked. "I wondered if you want to go do some stunts on my ride, I got like three feet of air earlier." James said with a flat expression. "Sorry, I'm going to that girl's party." Pedro said nervously. James pulled a rather upset face then quickly covered it up with an 'ok.' Pedro didn't even notice his friend turn around and walk away without saying goodbye.
Another one. Make-up this time. The presents keep on coming; I'm watching the door for Pedro, 9:06; he's late.
As Pedro strode cautiously up to the door, he straightened his hair with a quick flick of his hand. He then knocked twice quite loudly on the wooden door. The door slowly opened with a dull creak. Then out of the darkness somebody said...
"Hello." I'm glad to see him. He looks very nice. I invite him in. Receive a gift and then show him around my humble abode.
Pedro took one step in and realised how rich the Pentritch family was, their hallway was fully furnished with the finest décor and portraits of rich looking men. The girl told him that her name was Julie, she also told him to go through to the party room.
As he strode in, the atmosphere was dominating; people were dancing, some, rather erotically. There were people in the centre of the dance floor, hobbling about, having a good time. This one drunk girl came over to Pedro, he stared at her pretty face and divine body, she smiled and then pushed Pedro's lips against her on and, for a second, Pedro was sky high, her hard lips were a sensual delight for Pedro. As quick as it came, it went. He looked into her eyes; she grinned then spun around and was violently sick all over the floor.
Pedro backed away in shock, some of the people in the room came to see what was going on. One, rather big, 'Jock' came up to Pedro. "You made her sick, you dirty Bastard!" he shouted, he strode over and landed a well placed right hook to Pedro's nose. Pedro felt the blood streaming out, he jumped back and looked up to see the whole room staring at him. So he turned. He ran. No-one knew where he was going. He charged out of the house. Nobody was there. Pedro felt like he was paddling in the fountain of grief. He was down and out.
My party is wrecked. I hate her. I hate him for hitting Pedro. They made him run, they ruined my day. They ruined it all. Tonight I was gunning for him. Tonight was supposed to be the night.
Pedro sat in his living room waiting for James to ring the bell. He peered out of the window whilst slowly dreading the hours of school ahead. James slumped out of his house, he hesitated then stared at Pedro's house. He then began to walk to school. Pedro dashed out of the front door and caught up rapidly with James. Pedro grabbed James and turned him round. James' eyes were filled with tears. The boys looked at each other and after a while, both smiled. They began the long walk to school. Pedro felt good about one thing.
It's lunchtime. Pedro nearly got hurt again, lucky that he's quite fast. I have to find him before he leaves.
Pedro dodged out of the school gates and vaulted the surrounding fence. They hate him, they all hate him. Pedro slumped down against. He heard footsteps. Feet alert, he jumped up, just as he got up, she came round the corner, Julie. She walked over to Pedro "No more running." She said softly then stroked her hands across his face and kissed him, her light soft lips felt genuine. She had found him. No more running.
