Maria Cedeno
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The Beast
The Beast Part 1: Beyond the Tracks It was our turn to make the trip. When the day came, my brother and I hid behind a bare tree, close enough to the track so that we could reach the Beast. Although it was barely morning, the sun’s rays pierced through the skin on my arm. My entire body itched because of it. Cesar and I weren’t alone; others scattered behind the bare skinny trees with us. Papi always encouraged us to be practical for any occasion, so I clothed myself in a simple red t-shirt with “La Catholica” on it, black leggings, and Nike sneakers, while Cesar dressed himself in his school’s red t-shirt, jeans, and Vans sneakers. We attempted to match as much as possible in case we strayed from each other. When the coyote signaled the cue, we, and everyone else, darted for the tracks and waited for the rumble and vibration of the Mexican sand under our feet. When the Beast appeared in the distance, I grabbed Cesar’s arm and double-checked our backpacks hung securely over our shoulders. “Ready?” He nodded and I wrapped my fingers around his wrist. Tiny particles of orange sand danced while the tracks roared. My grip suffocated Cesar’s wrist as I lunged at the first railing in my sight.
By Maria Cedeno6 years ago in Families