Ignacio and his terrible, horrible, no good English

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Historical Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic
Ignacio is the student in a British the big problem is that he knows nothing about english, however he is the best math, science, and social studies student.
But even with millions of qualities he suffers bullying because of his poor english.

Submitted: March 12, 2015

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Ignacio and his terrible, horrible, miserable English.

Written by Gabriel.

 

My life was really good before, I had a lot of friends and I was one of the most intelligent, but now my life is upside down.

I was late and I didn’t wanted to get late on my first day of my new british school. So I ran down stairs entered the car and smashed the door and I shouted at my driver to drive fast to my school. On my way to school I was reviewing my verbs and pronouns sheet just like my English teacher told me to do, and so I read it twice and I practiced with my driver when the car stopped at the traffic.

But thankfully I got there 10 minutes before the bell, I was confident because I trained my English skills, and because my first lesson was math (Algebra) and I'm really good at it. But when I entered the class everything was in English, and when the bell rang the teacher started talking in English, I was lost, all I heard was “ blah gos bla bla blo”  and right after that she gave us an Algebra pre test, “a really bad way to start a school year”. I felt confident because, I love doing equations, “also because I don’t need English to do it”.

So I finished it quite fast, and I raised my hand just like the poster said, “When you’re done raise your hand”. My Algebra teacher went there and asked “iu phinised?”.  Because I didn’t understand well, my face got red of embarrassment.  I tried to answered but the words didn’t came out. Suddenly I used my silent voice to say “uat”.

Then everybody started laughing, and talking about how terrible, horrible, miserable English was, and how my voice sounds. Thankfully the bell rang. Now I’m afraid of Science, but I had a new chance, proving my classmates that I was intelligent. But when the class started, I noticed how we need to know how to read and write at any language to do Science. So all I heard was “uelcume, tudai uie uill lern astroni”.

 

And all I understood was that he was talking about astronomy, so I raised my arm and said “Solar System”.

“The Solar Sistem ras eit plenetes, and Pluton isn’t anymore a plenete”.

Because of that my science teacher looked admired at me, and said well done Iggy (yeah he created a really strange nickname for me). I first got embarrassed because my colleagues were laughing as hyenas, at my new sloppy nickname that my teacher gave me  But afterwards they called me so many times “Iggy”, that I got used to it.

And so when I went back home I played madden until dinner ,and after dinner,  my mom asked how was my day.  I said “my day was nice, that I made new friends. Concluding my day was boring like any other day”. She said “ahh I expected something better”.

The next day was normal and boring except for the highlight of the day when the kids made a circle around me and started  jumping and walking around me screaming “I dunut unther stand iu”.

I got really mad, embarrassed, and red so they started to say “lubster” and then they trashed me, literally. The guy who saved me was my science teacher that came after Jack a small 6th grader.

After that day I noticed life was really repetitive: Run from bullies, get home do homework, and go to school.


 

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But in the last day of school before christmas vacation I noticed people, weren’t chasing me any more, they were actually pretty serene, and that I got some friends like Chris, and Leo. I had a lot of problems when talking with Chris, because he was american and he had no clue how to talk portuguese, But Leo had a perfect English and a superb Portuguese, he was quite popular, he even skipped a grade.

And how I saw Leo (super athletic), and Chris (not so good playing “football”) going to the court I went there, and there I demonstrated to my “football” skills.

When the bell rang and the game finished, a boy came to me and said “you should enter the school “football” team,” I said “ I’m not that good” but then he said “you’re much better than anybody in our team.” I was happy I finally found a vocation at school.

When I got home I went directly see if my mom would let me in the “football” team. But when I got there, my dad was talking with my mom about, our new home, I was fascinated we would move because we are here for 7 years,  because my dad invests here, why would we move, I was also  fascinated on how they kept this dirty lie from me for quite a while.

When we were together eating dinner, I asked my father and my mom, “ why are we moving” my dad answered coldly just like an iceberg “we’re moving because São Paulo is a really difficult place to invest”. I got really mad, then I said “why it’s hard now, you’re investing here for 7 years” I got really angry with his answer, so I just ran to my bedroom.

I was really angry because I finally made friends and now I needed to move, but then I just did my Algebra homework and then I slept.

The next day was obscure, I was really upset with the news. I tried really hard to  relax, but then I  thought on what I did this semester, that I could socialize in a hostile environment and that achieved 2 headmaster’s rolls, I think It was a successful semester. But now it’s all destroyed.

When I got home my dad was packing his stuff, to Qatar visit an oil company to invest on it, and it meant I was really close to move to a desert. I was really upset.

 

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One month later.

Today the january 5th I got home from the supermarket and I’m really depressed  Because tomorrow  its my first school day, so when I wake up in the next morning I will probably be ready and alive for another “obscure, boring? day”.

 


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