Rewrite The Stars

Zabdiel Rodriguez

I wake up with the sound of my alarm clock.

I rub my eyes and do some stretching.

This is it first day of school. Better make some memories.

I take a shower and change my clothes.

I look at the mirror and see the note my older brother gave to me.

I reach for it and smile as I read it.

"Vivir cada momento como si fuera su último

-Con amor, Samuel"

It means

"Live every moment like it's your last

- Love, Samuel"

I miss him. I miss my brother so much.

He's a great example, I wanted to be like him until his stupid faggot best friend ruined his life with drugs.

And now he's gone. And now I have to live with that.

"Zabdiel!! Vas a llegar tarde a la escuela!!" My mom shouts from downstairs.

It's still 6:24 why would I be late??

"Si mama!! Ya voy!!" I shout back.

"Rapido!!" She shouts again.

I wear my black leather varsity jacket since we have to wear it to represent the team.

I run downstairs and see my mom cooking breakfast.

"Hola mama Buenos Días!" I smile at her.

"Buenos Días! Come su desayuno" My mom smile as she hands me a plate.

I grab my plate and begin to eat my breakfast.

My mom is strict when it comes to breakfast.

For her. Breakfast is the most important thing in the world other than God, Family and Money.

So skipping breakfast is a big no no for her.

I finish my breakfast and brush my teeth.

I grab my car keys and I walk outside towards my car.

I slip inside and start the engine.

It takes like just a minute drive from our house to our school. Not that long.
I arrive at the school and there are only a few students.

I can really tell how everyone is excited for the first day of school.

I park my and get out of it.

I take a cigarette out from my pocket.
I light it up and begin to smoke as I wait for my friends to arrive.

I inhale the smoke and exhale it.

I look up to the sky with one thing inside my mind.

Vivir cada momento como si fuera su último

I will always live like you're here Samuel.

"Yow!! Whatcha smokin at?"

I turn around and see Jordan smiling at me.

"yow Jordan!!" I smile at him as we do our signature handshake.

Jordan is one of my best friends. He's black and he's cool. Actually he's always there for me when I needed him the most.

He was there when my brother Samuel died.

He never left. So he's like my trusted best nigga right now.