" hijo de...... Sabe lo dificio que es para mi tener que detenerme en un paciento porque mi hija peleo? Isabella recuarda lo que paso en Republica Dominicana, no puedes see asi. Las cosas son diferentes aqui" my mom said while she was driving. "Mami lo siento pero ella-" I said, but before I could finish she said " I don't care ok I don't want to hear it right now" my mom said. I didn't want to upset her more.
We went straight home, then she told me to go straight to my room. After about finally came in, "let's talk calmly" she said as she sat on my bed. I told her what happened, and why I did what I did. My mom faught almost every girl in he School, I don't see the problem when I get into my first fight in the U.S after 4 months. "Ok this is your first fight so far here, so I'm going to let it slide, but next time there will be consequences. Ok? Don't let it get like in DR, ok your doing great in school don't mess it up" my mom said kissing me on the forehead. "But at least you have no marks, you showed didn't you. Hahaha" my mom said. We went outside to go get pizza.
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Two choices
Teen FictionYoung Isabella had just moved to the U.S. from her home country. Her whole life she's been forced to choose between two choices. Now she has to choose how to start her new life in this new country, with a new school , and new friends.
