Amazing Kids! Magazine

The Beginning of My New Life on Maple Street

By Luis Escalera, age 11, California


I woke up on a sunny Saturday in our small apartment. My blanket was wrapped around me like bacon on hot dogs while, outside, the sky was blue and the birds were chirping.

“Gabriel! Come eat your breakfast. After you eat it, you should start packing,” my mom called.

“Packing for what?” I replied, confused as to what she meant.

“Oh, I forgot to tell you, but we are moving to a bigger house,” she said.

I was very surprised that my mom had told me that we were moving, so I ate my breakfast and started packing extremely slowly. The problem was that I stopped packing after 10 minutes and started to play NBA 2k18 on my Playstation 4.

“Gabriel, are you packing?” my mom asked.

“Yes, mom, I just took a quick break,” I replied.

“Okay, but don’t stop packing,” said my mom.

“Okay, Mom,” I replied.

I had not stopped playing video games after two whole hours; however, as fate would have it, I went to sleep without remembering that I needed to pack. Initially, while I was playing, I thought to myself, It doesn’t matter if I don’t pack today. I’ll do it tomorrow. Anyway, my mom won’t be mad at me; we still have a long time to pack.

The next day I woke up early and once again hurriedly ate my breakfast. While we were eating, my mom realized that she didn’t tell me something very important.

“Hey, Gabriel, I forgot to tell you something,” my mom said.

“What is it, Mom?” I asked.

“I forgot to tell you that we are moving tomorrow. If there is anything you need to pack, pack it as soon as you’re done with your breakfast, okay?”

“Mom, why didn’t you tell me yesterday that we were going to move tomorrow?”

“Is there a problem?”

“No, I just was wondering why you didn’t tell me we were going to move tomorrow.”

I felt like the universe was going to fall onto me. I went to my room and started packing as fast as I could, getting everything ready just in time to leave.

Eventually, we were in our new home, and we went to sign up to the new school.

“Hey, Mom, I’m going to go to the restroom.”

“Okay, Gabriel,” my mom said.

When I was on the way to the restroom, I found the bully, Justin, who said to me, “Wait till I’m in your class tomorrow.” I was terrified.

I awoke the next morning thinking about what the bully was going to do to me. When I got to school, I did something that surprised not only Justin but also myself.

“Justin, come here!” I demanded.

“What do you want, punk?” he asked arrogantly.

“Why do you always want to bully me? Did anyone ever bully you? Why do you have to bully me? I’m just a normal person trying to live a normal life,” I said.

His face turned really red as if he were going to explode with frustration, but he finally opened his mouth.

“Gabriel, the reason I bully you is because when I was younger, there was another kid named Julian who always bullied me. I would get angry and frustrated that he would bully me. Listen, I’m sorry for bullying you when you didn’t do anything wrong. I hope you forgive me,” Justin said sadly.

“It’s okay, Justin. Just promise me you will never bully another person ever again,” I said to him.

“Okay,” Justin said.

Justin never bullied another kid in his life, becoming friends with Gabriel.