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English Comp 1
October 2, 2016
Running through an unfamiliar street of Houston Texas, heart beating 200 beats per minute sitting in a mud puddle at home that I have no knowledge of the occupants inside. Contemplating my next move, I see the reflection of headlights moving forward door closes and I hear a female voice speaking Spanish. It’s now or never, is what I tell myself.
“I need help!” “ my boyfriend and I just had a major argument and I jumped out of the truck and ran, I’m scared will you please help me?” The Hispanic woman says, “what can I do to help you?” I asked her to use her bathroom and her phone. Once inside of her home she tells me the bathroom is down the hallway, middle door on the left. Walking down the hallway on my way to the bathroom I passed in front of an entranceway that illuminated dim light. I enter the multi colored beaded doorway and this room looks like a catholic shrine. Jars of candles with various illustrations and words printed on the front of them are stacked on shelves along with bottles of herbs and what seems like to be dust.
“I sense fear and imminent danger are on your near horizon” I turn to face the Brujeria. “you don’t know what you’re talking about lady” I say as I walk out of the room. Once inside the bathroom I shut the door and panic overcomes me, but I regain my composure. I look into my backpack that I’m carrying and get the pair of 7 of mankind jeans and fuchsia colored Lacoste shirt to change into. My shoes are muddy so I slid my feet into the flip flops that I packed.
I regain my composure once I see the rainbow colored, vacuum sealed package, a satisfied smile forms on my face. I start to fix my hair and touch up my makeup as I look into the glass stained mirror. I hastened my exit out of the bathroom and set back outside to use the phone to call a taxi. “Hey, what’s the address here?” “3115 S Louisiana Street”, says this fine good looking Hispanic male. “What’s your name Bonita?” “Shanta”, I replied. “What’s the deal mami, there’s a white Chevy Avalanche on 24s circling the block.” “That’s my abusive ass boyfriend, he’s upset because I told him were over.” As my Spanish Papi was about to speak the honking of a taxi horn interrupts his thoughts. “Please ask him to pull all the way to the back of the driveway, I’m terrified that my ex-boyfriend might see me.” I get into the car and lay down on the backseat. “Where to?” asks the black male taxi driver. “to the greyhound bus station.”
Once I get to the greyhound bus station I go to the window to purchase my one way ticket to Lafayette Louisiana. As I roam nervously in search of a discreet place to sit I power my Nextel phone on and call my sister. “Girl I’ve been calling you, are you straight?” “yeah I’m good, it was a helluva night but I’m good!” Ima have a lil over 30 racks at the end of the week.”
I’ll call you soon as I make it Lafayette so you can come and get me. It was Mardi Gras season when I arrived. The streets we’re filled with revelers and party goers, making my arrival at the bus station delayed and my anticipation filled my body with anxiety. Walking down the aisle to speak with the bus driver, “Please will you let me out here” “or you sure you want to get out at this location?” the driver asked. “I’m more than sure.” Exiting the hot, cramped urine scented bus into the cool dry air the aromas of carnival season put my anxieties to rest.
Walking through the crowded downtown streets I then power on my Nextel mobile device to call my sister. “I’m headed north on Johnston street, be looking out for me.” “This traffic is fucking ridiculous!” “three a.m. and I’m surprised that these cops ain’t shut shit down yet.” “You know how it goes, it’s white folks out on the streets, worse case is druken white boys and fist fights, if there were black people you can rest assured the po pos would have been shut it down!” “fuck all that, where you at.”
I get into my sisters Toyota Camry she looks at me with a sly smile and I pull out the package. “ Mardis Gras 2005 is going to be great!”
Catalonglish Comp 1
I get into my sisters Toyota Camry she looks at me with a sly smile and I pull out the package. “ Mardis Gras 2005 is