The House On Mango Street Short Story

Here I woke at the crack of dawn and silently drove past the tracks of the Main Line.

Here I hurried to a Celebrantes choir rehearsal to sing “Yesterday” by the Beatles.

Here I drifted my attention away from the conductor, listening to the hourly chime bells ring the “Star Spangled Banner” at eight o'clock sharp.

Here I made my way with others through the amphitheater into separate classrooms in Crossman Hall.

Here I sat idling, waiting for my colorless substances to briskly dissolve so I could line up for my favorite cheesesteak lunch.

Here I went out to Memorial Field to play infection, world cup, and manhunt with my comrades for an energizing twenty minutes.

Here I tucked in my shirt as I walked into Ball Auditorium, imbibing the lesson of being each other’s brothers’ keeper. …show more content…
Here I was picked up by my mother in the circle with the bittersweet news I was waiting for. I had just been accepted into my next school.

Here I graduated middle school with 88 of my brothers in the Class of 2021’. The words my headmaster said to me as I nervously crossed the stage, were never going to be forgotten.

Here I realized the power of time and how things do not last forever.

Here I stood in the shadow of a modern glass building with “Fords” etched on the door, the same way it was in my heart.

Here I kicked the ball with my friends on Sabol Field, our shots wandering back four years in time.

Here I stopped at Mr. Stroud’s room where I composed my first song, “Move On.”

Here I sauntered past the “Walk of Virtues” paying close attention to all 24 words engraved on the plaques. The one that stood out the most to me was