Sleepy Hollow

There she was sitting there were she always sat, looking at the board and paying a lot of attention. The minute I saw her I knew she was the one. I decided to ask to marry but I didn’t know what she would say. What if she says no, that would be so embarrassing and why  would she want to be a with a recluse guy like me.  I decided just to proceed and ask her to marry me. I gave it my best shot, I tried the best lines but it didn’t work, it left me very despondent. I went again and entreated her to marry me, but she still said no.

The next day was weird. The affable Katrine came up to me and asked me to come to her party with her friends. When she walked away I saw one of my students named Brom Bones just staring at Katrina. Brom Bones was very irascible, each time I got close to Katrina he would get very mad. I knew I had to give a good impression because if I was competing against Brom Bones, I would have no chance to get Katrina.

When I reached to the party I made sure I smelled and looked good. I tried again approaching her but she made up her mind about not marring me. I knew she was the one, I really thought I could woo her. As I left her house I saw this dark black shadows following me. Soon I saw a person with no head riding a horse also known as “the Headless Horse Man” running after me. Could it be

could it be that the ghost of the headless horseman was chasing me. I ran as fast as I could, but his none headed body kept on haunting me. Running away from him made me become very tremulous. Before I knew it I was lying on the floor without my hat about to die.

My Brother's Glove

My brother Bob had a left-handed glove; he got it when we went to the Dodger vs. Yankee game. As our dad worked for the agency that sponsored the Dodger vs. Yankee game, so we got passes to the pre-game. Bob always admired Jackie Robinson in his previous games, I saw them talking and interacting. Bob told him that he loved to play baseball and he was left handed same as him. I saw Jackie taking out his glove and giving it to Bob as a gift. Bob loved to play baseball and he was really excited that he got the glove. When we reached home he rushed to get a green ink pen to write his poems on the glove. He wrote on the glove because if he got bored on the field he would read the poems that he had written. He would use it for every game he played. The glove he had on was his lucky charm, he would always win the game if he was playing with that glove.

He was a red headed boy who never got mad at anyone. Whenever I bothered him, he never used to get mad. Like the time when a kid in a bike role over his foot, he did not get mad in fact he forgave him and walked away.

In Maine in July 18, 1946 he died by a decease called leukemia, but right before he died he gave me his glove, obviously its old, scraped and dirty. From a tan color it became a light beige color. I could even still see the poems he wrote in each finger with his green ink pen. For me it was just a piece of junk but to him it was like a golden rock, he carried it wherever he went. 

  He was younger than me but he acted more mature than I did. I thought I would become crazy the day he died because I loved him a lot, so I kicked and broke all the windows in the garage.

We had a very special bond, even though I used to bother him a lot he always forgave me and loved me. He has left me but I will never forget him, I will always remember him.