Felix - The yellow house

ON MY WAY home from school, which I decided to walk with Donnie today, I stand there looking at the for sale sign in the front of the yard as if it were from a cartoon. It has big windows, a nice porch, with a tree out front, and a brown door frame that has a lock pad attached to the doorknob. I kinda want to break into it to make a livable home for Maria. I see it every day either if I'm walking, driving, or even riding the bus to school. It still pears over me; watching me, haunting me as if it were a star out there in the unknown where even humans are invisible to the naked eye. As I walk inside, Gramma greets us with tea. She always gives us green tea with a side of oranges but today, because she is in a hurry, she only gives us a cup of tea in a flowered mug.

"I'm off to the jail department, don't get in any trouble. Felix, you're in charge," Gramma says slinging her coat over her body as she leaves out the door. Gramps is already at work. We hardly ever see them because they work so much.

Hours pass, I hear a knock on the door as I pause my tv. I hear it again. I run downstairs to see who it is. It's Charlie, my neighbor across the street, "Hey, can I come in, please?"

"Sure." I close the door behind him as he comes inside. He takes his coat off and shoes. The weather's cold and windy. I see the trees slightly moving with the wind rocking it gently and gracefully like the waves of the vast ocean I once saw, maybe in a past life. Because in this life. I have never seen something worth living for; worth waiting for, but yet I'm still here. I'm still here breathing the same air as my ancestors before me. Breathing the same air as the Native Americans once did. Breathing the same air as the dinosaurs before they were extinct; gone and dead.