Hey, Carlos," the Professor says when he walks in. "How was REACH?" "It sucked." "Can you be more specific?" my guardian asks. "It really sucked," I elaborate, sarcasm dripping from every word.
Should I tell him I'm not afraid of being hurt? I'm afraid of not being in control.
I'm ready for that adrenaline rush...with you.
I hate games I can't win.
Next time I want to do something nice, slap me.
I want to live life on my own terms. But I'm Mexican, so mi familia is always there to guide me in everything I do, whether I want them to or not. Well, "guide" is too weak a word. "Dictate" is more like it.