Tag: Chelzea

Chapter One
Tobiey Gets Lost

The doorbell rang and my mom answered it. She was nine years old. It was her anutie bringing her a dog named Tobiey. My mom said, ”It’s so cute.” My mom’s auntie took Tobiey for walk then came back to feed him and asked my grandma if she could keep her dog for her because she had no room for the dog in her house. Then the next day the dog escaped because one of my mom’s sisters accidentally left the door open.

Chapter Two
Grandma

My Grandma on my dad’s side of the family was walking home one night here in San Francisco. She stopped at an odd street that was near a hospital. She said the street felt dark and cold. Then she said, ”The evil is dark and cold,” but she had to go home so she went down the street and said, ”What if I don’t make it out, then who will take care of my babies?” She kept walking until the street was no longer dark and cold.

Chapter Three
My Great grandfather

Once when my great grand father was alive he had donkeys. My mom wanted to ride one of the donkeys so she got one. At first it was calm and then all of a sudden it went crazy and it made my mom fall in a puddle. The next day my great grandfather sold both of the donkeys, and after he sold them he went inside the house and laid in bed then a few minutes later my mom went inside the bedroom and tried to wake him up and he didn’t open his eyes or move. Then my mom realized that he was dead.

Chapter Four
My Name

When I was born my mom saw when they where taking me out of her stomach. I think I heard her screaming and she was also happy that she had a baby. Then a nurse took my mom to another room and asked her what my name was going to be. My mom said ”JC.” The nurse made a mistake and wrote down Chelzea. Then years passed and my mom told me about the mistake with my name. When she told me that, I was shocked and happy to hear my real name. I was happy that I had a name I liked better than the name I have right now. I don’t like the name Chelzea because it sounds kind of odd to me and I like my real name because it makes me think I was named after JC Penny and I like that store. JC also looks easy to write on tests and stuff. Chelzea means “landing place for chalk or limestone.” This makes me think I’m like a chalkboard or a book people write on and I’m imagining their words in my head.

Chapter Five
My Dad

One night I heard my dad crying. I asked him what was wrong. He said, “My cousin died because someone killed him.” This broke my heart. Then he told me not to kill people and he told me why my parents don’t let me go to school alone. That made me so sad that inside my mind I saw three columns, one for me, one for my mom and one for my dad. Mine was empty because I felt nothing and so was my mom’s. My dad’s column was rising. It hurt my heart when my dad went to his mom’s house for the funeral.

My mom asked me why was I crying. At first I wouldn’t tell her but then I said, “I’m crying because dad said that his cousin died.”

She said, “I know, he told me when he got home.”

Ever since my dad’s cousin died everybody in my dad’s family has been sad and crying. Something happened. Every time I went to their house they would always ask me if I wanted juice or something or if I wanted to watch TV, but they didn’t after ask me these things after my dad’s cousin died. When we came home from my grandma’s house once, I wispered to my mom and said, “Mom, why didn’t they ask me if I wanted something?”

My mom said, “They did. They asked you if you wanted Chinese food and you said yes”.

“I don’t remember.”

About The Author

Hi, my name is Chelzea, aka JC. I am ten years old. I live in San Francisco with my mom and dad. My favorite thing to do is to sing. I am good at math. Someday I want to be good at reading because my dad says I need practice. When I grow up I want to be a rock star. If I were an animal I would be half-puppy and half-bunny because these animals are so cute and cudley. I am different from my family because I am really sensitive. My biggest fear is getting eaten by a lion. I wonder if my mom knows other secrets about me but she doesn’t want to tell me.

My mom’s name is Kyra Esquivel and she was born in Jalisco, Mexico on March 10, 1972. My mom had to clean the house when she was a kid. She lived on the countryside. My mom’s transportation was walking and it still is. She played tons of games like racing, monkey bars, ball and jumprope. My mom has five siblings she has three sisters and two brothers. She ate whatever her mom gave her to eat. My mom went to a public school like me.

My mom came to San Fransico in 1998 because her destiny was to come here. Her first day here was at Fisherman’s Wharf. One of the things she misses the most about Mexico is her family.

My mom’s hobbies are listening to music and exercising. She loves to sing like me. My mom’s job is cleaning hotel rooms. She doesn’t like anything about her job. If my mom could have any super power it would be super speed because she could finish anything in one second.

About the Author

Hi, my name is Chelzea. I am 9 years old. I live with my mom and dad. I am good at singing and baking cakes and cookies. One day I want to get better at reading. When I grow up I want to be a rock star. If I were an animal, I would want to be a puppy because they are soft and cute. My biggest fear is getting eaten by a lion. I wonder about ghosts. Why are they so mean? The hardest part of this project was asking my mom questions in Spanish. The most interesting thing I learned about my mom was that when she was a kid her family was poor and she couldn’t go to school. I think it is unfair that I can go to school and she couldn’t because she had to pay for her school and I go to school for free.

On a dark, cloudy night, my mom left me at the park with my grandma. I saw a boy who I knew. His name was Anthony. He was bouncing a basketball. I hid behind a car because I thought he might hit me for spying on him. My grandma went to the store and bought some drinks. After she bought the juice she saw me hiding and she hid behind a tree.

Anthony turned around and saw my feet. I saw a witch behind him. She had squiggly snakes as hair. She was wearing a black cape and she had a mole on her nose and face.

“Anthony,” said the witch, “You took my magic!”

“What magic?”

“The magic I kept in my arms.”

The witch waved her hands around and said, “You will turn into a cell phone.”

Anthony’s hands became buttons, his legs became the speaker and his face turned into the caller ID screen. I covered my ears because he made a really loud sound.

I knew Anthony’s weakness was music because he hated music. Whenever he heard it, he would throw up. So I sang a song about Anthony and his sister. I sang, Aow aow aow aow. The curse was broken and we became good friends.

About the Author

Hi, My name is Chelzea. I am nine years old. I live in San Francisco with my mom and dad. I like to sing and bake cakes and cookies. I want to be good at art. When I grow up, I want to be a Rock Star. This year I want to memorize the timetables. I am scared of tigers. I wonder about cats. Why do they scratch us sometimes and sometimes don’t?