My grandfather is in a nursing home in Brooklyn, and my mother wants me to spend more time with him, since the doctors say that he does not have to long to go now.
i don't have to much time left of my summer vacation, and tere's a stack of books next to my bed i've got to read if I'm going to get into the AP English Class I want.
I'm going stupid in some of my classes, and Mr.Williams, the principal at Central, said that kif i passed some reading tests, he'd let me move up.
I hate that place, the old's people home, especially the way that it smells lie industrial-strenght ammounts and other stuff, I won't mention, since it turns my stomach. And really the abuelo always has a lot of relatives visiting him.
My mother drops me off in front. she wants me to go alone and have good time talking to abuelo.
Ok, but be back in one hour or I'll take the bus back to Patterson
i get deppressed the minute i walk into the place. they line up the old peoples in wheelchairs in the hallway as if they were about to be raced to the finish line by orderlies who don't even look at them when they push them here and there