Elias Hernandez

Sarah Hughes
English 0492 -COD
4 February 2016

Photographic Memory

Standing in front of a soccer field on a Saturday, watching my soccer

team play the final I was supposed to be playing in. Well the reason I
couldnt play was because of my older sister Sara had jumped over my
foot and snapped it. Well before that happened my family and I had
gone to the beach Puerto Vallarta probably the best beach I have ever
been to. I have three sisters, two older than me witch is Sara and
Stephanie my youngest is Evelyn. Well the three of them would always
get away with anything theyd do against me.

The very first day we got there I was playing soccer at the beach with
strangers and they kept throwing ice from their Pantera Rosa a pink icy
drink. I went and told my parents but as always they never yield or took
any action on whatever theyd do. The last day was actually the worst
out of all I believe; these evil siblings of mine woke me up around 1 am
with a bucket full of water. You may ask yourself how they would get
away with this one with me having proof of my bed extremely wet. Well
bad news, my parents had gone out that night to the nearest nightclub.
They were very clever about the situation. Once my parents came to the
Hotel room they said guero peed on himself yes, my nickname is
guero I go by that since I was born, supposedly I was the whites
looking kid in the family. My parents ended up grounding me because
they didnt believe me and as always till today they keep getting away
with everything, its funny.

We were heading back to our hometown Zamora located on the south of

Michoacn. The drive was 4 hours long, four long hours I had to deal with

them. I didnt shout one word to any of them. The whole trip just evil
ideas of my revenge were being created in my mind. Since my bigger
sister was the head of the evil-annoying squad I planned on focusing on
her. Sara had a very expensive dole witch my dad had bough her for her
15th birthday. Well I gave her some of her own medicine and shaved her
dole ended uo looking like my elbow. This was to funny so when she
yield I heard her from all the way outside the house I was playing soccer
with my friends in the street. She came down running towards me and
jumped on me; she also punched me in the face. Well in front of my
friends she broke my ankle and gave me bloody nose. She was that bad
of a bully.

It was a Monday when we got home and this incident happened.

Because of my broken foot it was going to take me approximately 2-3
months for me to play again. The upcoming Friday was the final Club
Campestre vs Jacona. My team Club Campestre had history with Jacona
for being the toughest rivals in town. I was the seasons top striker with
ahead of 9 points. My ass worked hard for the number #10 on my jersey.
My coach Checo had a rule in the team since there were 4 forwards.
Whoever trains and plays the best gets to rock the number 10. That was
me, and not being able to play the final was like a stab on my back. I
knew it wasnt my sisters intension to hurt that bad; she felt really
ashamed and sorry when she found out about my ankle.

So there I was, with my uniform standing in front of the field cheering

and getting angry for my team. I was most likely mad at myself because
if had let that ager of mine go Id be playing the final I always played and
worked hard for. The first half started bad my team was loose on the
bottom left all of our mid players werent communicating at all. I was
trying to give advice from the outside as a coach pretty much. But right
away Checo my coach said to be quite because I was confusing them.
The second half started and the opposite team scored again with only 20
minutes left of the second half. There was nothing more that I could do
other than shout was I was thinks was right to Jaime the kid who was
playing on my position. Left forward, he finally scored on the last minute.
The game ended 2-1, the field had benches witch were packed of family
members form my team and people were also standing around the
whole field watching how Jacona beat us at our own home 2-1. My dad

didnt get mad at me or anything even though he was the type of person
that would yell in the middle of the game if I missed a shot.

What I learned was that sometimes not getting revenge is good, if I

wouldve conduct my anger shed stop bothering me and tough to herself
that it was enough. We both wouldve been happy, she would stop
bullying me and mind her own business and I would be enjoying my final
and probably wouldve changed that final score.