The motorcycle

When I was about 10 years old, I was invited to go to my uncle's ranch. There was a reunion of my father's side family, and I had already been to one before; and I liked my cousins but it was a bit boring. I wanted to have a good time at the ranch, so I had the idea of inviting a friend to come.

"Mom, can I invite Marisofi to come with us to the ranch?" I asked. "Sure," she answered "you can bring Marisofi and your sister can bring a friend too".

We got to the ranch, and there were lots of things to entertain ourselves; there was a pool table, a trampoline, and other things, but we wanted to ride the four-wheeler motorcycle. My mom didn't like the idea of us going on it, since she considers motorcycles very dangerous. We still went though and waited for our turn to use them, I think my mom didn't even realize we had gone to ride them until a lot of time after.

The motorcycle was for two people, and since we were all small, the four of us could fit in it. We all took turns on driving it around the part of the ranch where all my family was. Then a weird competition started happening, we never actually said like, "Guys, let's see who can drive the fastest," but all I know is that every one of us tried to beat the last one's fastest speed. I didn't drive very fast, since I was a bit scared. But my sister's friend's turn came, and if I remember right, I saw the speedometer marking 81 km/h, then the fence in front of us, and after that, it all went dark... I don't know if I passed out or had a shock or something like that. All I can remember is me being on top of the bent fence, on the floor and my sister yelling, "Dany! Dany!" I stood up, and saw my sister's friend bleeding from her chin. We walked back to the place were everyone was waiting for us, since they had heard the crash and were very worried; some cousins had gone looking for us and came back with the four-wheeler. I only had some scratches in my face and shoulder; but my sister fractured her neck and my sister's friend had to get stitches, which I'm sure she must still have a scar for. I'm sure none of us, will ever have a competition as silly and dangerous as that again.

Dance Competition

Dany has been dancing ever since she was 3 years old. At first she was only in ballet, she didn't make the choice herself, but she loved it. When she was 6 years old she would always listen to her classmates talking about her jazz class that was just after their ballet one; so she asked her mom if she could attend to that class as well, and she did. Then at the age of 12, Dany decided to give hip hop a try; and she liked it as well.
Dany has been dancing since 2003, but had her first dance competition at the age of 15, last April 2015. She and her classmates had all been preparing for months, and the day had finally arrived. She hadn't been allowed to go with the others on the bus, so she took a plane with a dance teacher to Dallas, Texas. She got to the hotel and that night the solos competition took place, she just watched the performances and the next day she had dance classes in the morning and her competition in the afternoon.  The performances began and she started getting extremely nervous, she performed her group jazz number and as she was dancing the nerves disappeared, but when she got down of the stage and had to change for her hip hop performance, they reappeared.
One of the hip hop groups that they were going against, performed right before them. So, Dany was able to watch from the side of the stage; the dance wasn't good, they had a cupcake as a prop and the song was a birthday song. This made her feel a little more confident and relax. They performed and she thought they did a pretty good job, since they had all given their best and she was able to see the judges' face expressions. After her performance she watched the other two groups she was competing against, and with both of them she thought they didn't have a chance anymore. The groups were very well coordinated and their choreographies were very good...
The awards began, and all of the dancers were asked to sit on the stage floor around the host. He started with the junior category (the youngest dancers), then with the teen and at last the senior category, which was the one Dany was competing in. They gave out the jazz awards and Dany couldn't believe that they had won first place, since in the rehearsals it hadn't looked very good. Then the hip hop awards of her category begun. The third place was announced, it was one of the dances that had been good; and Dany thought, maybe we won't get any price, since there were 4 dances. Then the second place was announced, the cupcake dance and they were all like REALLY?! That dance had been bad, and Dany started getting disappointed because only the first place price was left and she though there was only a tiny chance of them getting it. When she listened to the name of her dance being announced a big smile appeared on her face; and when the Senior Best Showmanship award was also given to them, that smile grew even bigger. It is incredibly satisfying winning, when you put a lot of effort and spent a lot of time preparing.

A Day in My Life

            Every weekday I wake up at 6:30 am, wishing it was the weekend already. I change into my school uniform and brush my hair. While I'm doing that I always hear my dad yelling at me and my siblings from downstairs, "Get down, it's late!" Everyday it's the same thing, I guess he doesn't get used to it. I go to the kitchen and eat breakfast quickly, then I hurry upstairs to my room so I can brush my teeth before the carpool arrives; or on the days it's our turn, it's time to leave. I go to school and depending on the day, have a different schedule; I still haven't learned it. I go to my classes and when the final bell rings, I go home.
            I get to my house at almost 3 pm, because I don't live that close to school and I eat with my family; except for two of my brothers that stay at school and eat there so they can go to soccer practice afterwards. After I eat, I go upstairs to my room and start some homework. If it's a Monday or a Wednesday I keep on doing some homework (and getting distracted by my cellphone) until I have to leave for my hip hop class, which is at 6:15 and I get back home at about 7:40. If it's a Tuesday or Thursday I have ballet at 5pm and afterwards jazz so I get home at about 7:30. Then I finish up my homework. On Fridays I don't have any class, so I love them.
            Sometimes I think my life would me much easier if I didn't have dance classes in the afternoon, I'd have much more time to get my schoolwork done and just relax. About 2 years ago, I tried being only in ballet, this way it would only be 2 classes a week of one hour. I had a lot of time to read or watch Netflix or just waste time; but I missed dancing a lot, so I decided to return to all three classes next year. And even though I have less free time... I love dancing, so for me it's worth it.

My name is Daniela Davila and I like dancing.