Senior year is supposed to be a blast-easy and fun. So far it's been anything but.
It's as if I'm taking away his pain and he's taking away mine.
I cry a lot.' 'Yeah? Well I'm gonna change that.
Look at me, chica." When she does, I repeat, "Eres hermosa." "What does it mean?" "You're beautiful.
She ignores me, so I cup my hands over my mouth and do something I haven’t done in years— barnyard sounds.
Don't let your life outside of school dictate your future.