Monday, November 9, 2009


A Sunny Day in Mazatlan Luis Aguirre
10/22/09
The sun was shining bright; I felt the hot air blowing threw my face while running down the edge of the blue pool. I looked back watching my sister trying to catch up. I saw the flower of how they’d burgeoned since yesterday. We put our towels in our seats and jumped in the pool. From the bottom of the water I could hear the splash. After a moment of catching back to our sense we noticed that the water was cold but not too much, almost just right. I suddenly noticed I was shivering. Some minutes passed and there were only like 5 kids in the pool, my sister had made a new friend, named Juanita. Her friend was a chubby, black curly haired girl, I don’t really remember much about her. She started playing Marco Polo with us, my sister was “it” in that time, “Marco!” my sister exclaimed.
“Polo,” me and Juanita responded at the same time. I watched my sister approach me like a lion watching its pray, I heard the water moving towards me at the same speed as my sister. In the pool there were two sides of deepness one was for kids and the other was for adults. While swimming I noticed a lot of people trying to get a tan. I felt the sun hitting my face. The heat covering me like a blanket when going to sleep. I smelled the sunscreen I had just put on. I could see the light reflecting of their skin into my eyes. I had to close my eyes. I never noticed there was a deep side of the pool I started running and swimming anything I could think of so my sister wouldn’t catch me. I would of never of thought of what a mistake I had done by running away from her. Suddenly I couldn’t feel the ground anymore. I started to panic.
I started screaming “help, help”. I watched the people how they just stared at me. Everything went slow motion. My sister swimming as fast as possible towards me; will I make it she thought, should I save him? She didn’t know what she was doing. As she came closer to me I felt I was getting farther away.im going to die here. It’s the end for me .those words passed through my mind thousands of times. If I knew she was going to try and help me by risking her life, I wouldn’t of panic. I would just drown. Not like other pools that have a little stairway under the water or a little hill to get out, this one just had a big step. She went under the water. My sister trying as hard as possible to push me up to have a hold of myself to the low water pool.
We won’t make it. She thought while desperately trying to push up. After hundreds of times trying to survive. She suddenly got enough anger and pushed up with every last bit of energy she had. I watched how suddenly I saw the people tanning again. I wasn’t drinking water anymore I was breathing. I turned around as saw a hero coming out of the water slowly. She spitted out water I started hitting her back softly so the water could come out. I could still taste the water and I tasted the differences between drinking water and this diabolical water. Soon after a lot of desperation, my sister saved my life. Her face was mad but at the same time relieved. “Thank you,” I said gratefully
When we were back out of the pool she started to chide me for what I did. I didn’t really care; I was just so gratified of what she had done. She supported her breath and my weight for about 40 seconds under water. In that moment under water it felt much longer and even longer for her. She never knew how appreciative I was for risking her life to save mine. When we went up back to the room. We started to meander around the room, we became gadabouts. The room was messy it needed to be titivated. We suddenly saw a woman appeared before I looked up it was my mom with a raffish look.
“Donde estaban,” she said. My mom was mad at my sister for leaving the room. She became a raffish mother.
“Estabamos en la alberca,” my sister said with a face of innocence. Of course I was going to exculpate her.
“Fue mi culpa yo le dije que biniera,” I said. My mom forgaved her because I said it was my fault and put the consequences on me. Her saving my life was no foofaraw. It was very valuable to me.

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