One day I had a friend, who his parents had money. His parents were lawyers so they had a good job. My friend lived in a neighborhood where there were white rich people and kids his same age. So when I invited him to my house he was awkward because he was used to seeing two story houses and maids serving him. So then my friends came to my house and they told me if I wanted to go play soccer with them. So i said yes, then i told my friend if he wanted to play with us and he said no. He said no because he knew that Latinos play soccer nasty and he was afraid that he was going to get hurt. So I told him if he wanted to leave and he said yes, so then I just stayed and played with my friends and I had a great time with my friends.
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I like your story and how you described the situation but i think it would sound even better if you used names because it’s a little confusing when you say my friends because i don’t know if you are talking about the guys that wanted you to play soccer or the one that has parents as layers.
(Rocio L. Alfaro)
How did you know that he knew that latinos play nasty at soccer? Oh yeah, sometimes we have personal opinions about other people when we don't know anything about them. I know that you and your friends love playing soccer during free time, and that's the good part. You still need to explain why you invited him and why you said you knew about his opinions on latinos. Good moral sto overall of personal thoughts of different races!
The last comment was by - Alex Mendoza
fidel i liked your story,was the white kid one of your good friends?
You should describe how the white kid reacted after you told him that you were going to play with your latino friends.Also, did the white kid continue to be your friend after this had happen?
the forth comment was by joel palomares
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