Memoir 1: Childhood
“Polo! Polo! Wake up! ,” my step mom shouted from the kitchen. I
remember that it was Monday and I hate Mondays! Mondays meant school and I
hate school because of those British brats that always mess with me.
Before I keep on going I should introduce myself. My name is Polo Marco
and I’m living the miserable life. I was born on January 1st, 1750. My mom died
when I was 7 and now (3 years later) my dad married another woman. The
women that he married had two daughters and now I was living with siblings.
Now let me get back to my story.
I got ready and went downstairs to eat breakfast. My step mom made my
favorite breakfast meal, oatmeal! I ate my dish as fast as a frog whips out his
tongue when he sees his prey. Soon I was at school and I saw my nemesis. He had
ritziest clothes and hair in the school. I was the opposite when it came to things like
that.
“Well, look who it is,” he said with a smirk on his face, “it’s the broke
colonist from down the street”. Everyone laughed at me and I tried to ignore them
“Shut up James!” I yelled. The teacher came and sent me to the quite
corner because I yelled to loud. My best friend Jerry Cole cheered me up after I
came out of punishment. James always beats me in everything. He always beats
me in every game we played during recess.
Soon it was time to go to our courtyard and the games were going to begin.
Today we were doing one-on-one racing. This was actually something that I was
good and my main focus was to destroy James in front of the whole 4th grade.
That would be a dream come true for me and my colonist friends.
Everyone got to their position and it was the entire colonist in one line and
all the rich British kids on the other line. I lined up all the way in the back just like
James. All I was thinking in my head was to beat James. Next thing I know I’m in
the front of the line and my team won 5 races and the other team won five races.
It was all up to me to beat James.
“Don’t worry you’re going to win,” Jerry told me.
I looked at James and he gave me the same stupid grin that he always gives
me. “You’re going to lose,” he said. The teacher started to count down.
“1……..2………3... GO!” she said. I ran just like the wind. All I was thinking
was “WIN! WIN! WIN!”. I was approaching the line we had to touch and I was
going to go back but then I saw that James cheated and didn’t even touch the
“Cheater!” I yelled.
I couldn’t let him win this race. I had to put my team behind my back. In
other words I had to win. Everyone was cheering simultaneously and I couldn’t let
my team down. I started catching up to him and then I passed him and it was
evident that I beat him.
“Yay!” everyone cheered. I was finally a winner. After that day people
stopped bothering me.
“James how does it feel to be a loser for once in your life?” I asked. He just
looked at me with a look of frustration.