As we drove away,I felt a lump un my throat.I turned around and looked at our little shack for the last time.
The garage was worn out by the years.It had not windows.The walls, eaten by termites, strained to support the roof full of holes.The dirt floor, populated by earthworms,looked like a gray road map.
May I help you?
My first instinct was to answer in Spanish, but I held back.Finally, after struggling for English words,I managed to tell her that I wanted to enroll in the sixth grade.
Would you like to read? You can read later.
When I heard this,I felt my blood rush to my head;I felt dizzy.I opened the book to page 125.My mouth was dry.My eyes began to water.I could not begin.
Can you help me with new words?
As I got off the bus, my little brothers and sisters ran up to meet me.They were yelling and screaming. I thought they were happy to see me, but when I opened the door to our shack, I saw that everything we owned was neatly packed in cardboard boxes.