I ran toward a sound of high pitch beeping, jumping down the steps grabbing a cold plastic. Dark and rigid, putted it next to my ear… Hearing, loud but smooth words. “Go clean the gutters with deni.” “Ok dad, bye!” *Beep, I had to go clean the gutters. This was odd, due to I about never do this without my dad. But now it's with my brother, I thought it was going to be boring. But like always, It was everything but boring.

“Deni!... Deni!”,
“Wat!” Says my Brother Weirdly
“We have to clean the gutters!”

“AAAAH! Danget!, Ok Get the Escalera.” (Ladder in spanish) I did as what I was told, I went outside, It was hot and dry. My feet fell victim of the boiling cements hot rage. I hoped around my garage like a wounded gazelle, looking for the only thing on my quota, the long silver, jagged ladder. I grabbed the long ladder, cool, and bored and waiting for this to be over. I set it up, waiting for my brothers arrival.

“Ok, today’s your turn. I’ll hold the ladder and here's your scooping thingy,” my brother commanded. While giving me a green trowel

“My turn? No! I don’t want to fall!”

“Just take off your shoes and you'll be fiiiiine” he said with his irritated voice. 

I took off my shoes, seeing my black socks, hoping they would act as a protector for me from falling off the roof. I trusted my brothers word, not knowing that it was all a lie. Feeling the cool metal while I climbed, I saw my brother enter the garage seeking refuge from the heat below me. I looked up to the inevitable, sandpaper like pieces, covering my roof. Feeling the roof with my hand, it was crooked, cooked from the heat. I stepped on the roof, and smelt dirt, leaves and feathers. I opened the gutters, two birds flew out.  As the blue blurs with a black tint grazed my body it scared me, I slipped . . . Shi Shi Shi Shi!!!! (I didn’t cus) Everything happened in slow motion, I realized I was falling, I grabbed onto the plastic gutters.  I heard the significant crack of glue and plastic, It sounded like a bone breaking, I noticed with wide eyes that the plastic is not strong enough, so I shifted my arms to a more stable side, I grabbed onto the hot tile for a lifting point. It felt like I was lifting millions of people on my back. Getting my fingertips on the hot tile, my fingers felt like they were on fire, but yet, as cold as ice. Get up! Get up! NOW! I was yelling at myself. But I was hanging by a thread and felt cold, petrified, thinking of the worst. My fingertips Barely pulled me up.

I was able to get my stomach onto the hot plastic, then rolling myself up from a 5 foot drop that I avoided. After that, I tried to play it cool. Thank God that I lived, praise thy lord! No one had witnessed my scary fail. I wanted to keep it that way. I just started working and I went inside.

What I learned from this experience is you will never always have someone ready for when you fall. You are gonna have to cover yourself. Always find a way to make it safe, to your convenience. Preparing for the worst. To help yourself up. Due to this moment, I have never broken a bone. But I'm 13 and done stupid stuff. That is what this moment has taught me.