Sitting on the top of my roof, I watched the white clouds slowly moving towards the south. My mom calling me from the kitchen in her Spanglish ancient. “Mijo come down now! You're gonna be late for tennis!” “Si mum." I said. I climbed down on our old plum tree hoping it would still have the strength to hold me as I climb down. Rushing into the house my mom had my uniform warm and neatly creased. I ran to my brothers bedroom, every morning I would sit in his bedroom imagining him cleaning his rifle or ironing his uniform. I grabbed my tennis equipment and quickly slurped my coffee and a bite of my toast, my mom giving me her daily kiss good-bye.
As I head towards the Veterans Park where the tennis courts are, I helped out my coach John Fry bring in the tennis ball machine. He is a humble kind of a guy, tall with long Justin Bieber like hair. “Hey Jose, how is your brother doing in Afghanistan?" coach fry questioned. I replied “I don’t know. He hasn’t called us in a while, I'm just hoping he’s alright." We walk to the courts and saw everyone passing the ball to each other back and forth, as they hit the ball. Coach Fry got every one's attention by dropping his bag full of tennis rackets. Then he said “Hey guys welcome back! I hope you all had a great three day weekend. Just to let you know, we have a new member to our club. Her name is Sarah. She's a quiet, young lady. So don’t be afraid to introduce yourself.”
I turned around to see what she looks like, my heart stopped for a second, I felt as if the world just paused for two minutes. Ben, my doubles partner, waved his hand in front of my face checking what I was staring at. But Sarah would not say a word to anyone at all during practice, She would always tap Coach Fry's shoulder showing that she wanted to use the bathroom. Ben tried to talk to Sarah but she just ignore him and walked away. “Jose I think Sarah is a loner, does she go to the high school?” Ben asked. “No i think shes new, why do you think she’s a loner?” I responded in a serious tone. Ben looked up at me with a scrawny smile. “ What’s up with you Jose?” He paused for a second thinking “Oh I see you like her don’t you”. My face turned red. “ No I don’t Ben, go practice your serve or something”. Ben runs off giggling.
I walk over to the court where Sarah was playing a match with one of the top seeds, her eyes glittered a light brown when she served, her hair back in a ponytail, black and gleaming from the sun’s reflection, she stared forcefully at her opponent, showing that she was determined to win.served, her hair back in a ponytail, black and gleaming from the sun’s reflection, she stared forcefully at her opponent, showing that she was determined to win. After practice I walked to Tilden park to meet up with my friend Nate. For the past couple months he was always convincing me to go and shoot a couple of bird at Tilden park.
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