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Elias Hernandez Photographic Essay Draft 2
Elias Hernandez Photographic Essay Draft 2
Sarah Hughes
English 0492 -COD
March 3-2016
Photographic Memory
The sun was fading away just like my hope; I was disappointed with
myself that day. Watching my soccer team play the final without me, the
look on my coach was the kind of expression a UFC fighter would have
before confronting his enemy. My teammates were pouring stress out of
their pores, anger was eating their mind. They played like if the bottom
of the cleats had no grip and as if there was no coach yelling
instructions. I was supposed to be playing scoring like a champ as I
would always do. Well the reason I couldnt play was because of my
broken ankle. My older sister Sara had jumped over my foot and it
turned out be a fracture on my left ankle. Well before that happened my
family and I had gone to Puerto Vallarta probably the best beach I have
ever been to. Where the water is crystal clear and the bottom of beach is
greener than a golf field. I have three sisters, two older Sara and
Stephanie and my youngest is Evelyn. Well the three of them would
always get away with anything theyd do against me.
I was playing soccer on the beach with some friends I had made the day
we got there. As I said my sisters were bullies at any time and
everywhere. Sara and Stephanie kept throwing at me ice from their pink
juicy, fancy beverage Pantera Rosa. When I looked at Sara her smile
was bigger than jokers smile and her eyes could express the joy of
bullying me. I immediately went and told my parents but as always they
never yelled 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, I was knocked out exhausted from running around the
hotel that was bigger than a kings palace, and plating soccer all day.
Well what they did after waking me up they poured a bucket full of water
colder than the Lake Michigan on winter season. You may ask yourself
how they would get away with this one, when I clearly had a bed full of
ice and water. 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.
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.
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.