英语翻译From Bullet to Blue SkyYesenia De JesussThe sun was in t

英语翻译
From Bullet to Blue Sky
Yesenia De Jesuss
The sun was in the process of its morning stretch.While the residents of gated communities came alive to be greeted by the tropical heat of south Florida,the stragglers of the universe awoke to the sounds of a 9 mm dispersing its gun powder to the blue sky.The ghetto houses that sheltered these citizens were painted different colors; some exposed faded paint,and others told stories in graffiti,inspired by gang artists marking their territories.Roll bars protected the windows covered with filthy bed sheets that no even dogs would lie on.Broken toy pieces scattered over the dead grass in the yard outside.The lanky,dark-haired girl lay in her bed twisting and turning,trying to catch a cool wave from the ceiling fan that spun and thumped overhead all night.She always heard the same dogs barking; her ears still rang from the sound of that gun.She still felt the warm,thin blood that stained her hands.She still felt a sharp,pounding pain along her left side; for every breath she took,the pain reminded her she was human.She had witnessed many shootings before; she had seen more blood in her days.Why was this shooting any different?It was because for the first time she was the victim.I understood her pain,for I was that girl.
It all started with Mr.Tangye in the fall of 2004.He was an inspiring math teacher,who convinced me that I had more to offer this world than I had thought.As the bell rang at Conniston Middle School,we marched like zombies to our classes.I passed through dark hallways of vandalized lockers with torn papers and ripped books scattered over the ground like a dump.I made my way past the miserable teachers and devilish students.The administrators surrounded the hallways like a S.W.A.T.team,commanding everyone to go to class,I walked into Mr.Tangye’s math class; he had a bright,white smile that hurt my eyes every time I looked at him.Before I could make it to my seat,Mr.Tangye handed me a paper that itched my fingers; it was a math test.I stared at that test,and I begged my brain to wake up!The other kids shuffled the paper back and forth on the top of their desks or used it as a pillow on which to lay their heads.I secretly tried my best at every problem and flippantly turned it in.
As the bell rang,I dashed for the exit.I swiftly dropped off my homework,but Mr.Tangye caught me and pulled me aside to show me my test.He said,“You are the only one who has passed the test.” Then as Mr.Tangye showed my grade to me; he said,“You are on the border line of failing or passing this class,I’d like to see you pass!” I listened to every word he said because I was tired of being perceived as an idiot.

从子弹蓝天
Yesenia德Jesuss
太阳在上午拉伸的过程中.而居民的门控社区再放来欢迎南佛罗里达州的热带热的,这个散兵游勇的宇宙到9毫米分散火药枪的蓝色的天空的声音吵醒.贫民窟房屋的庇护,这些公民被涂成不同的颜色;一些暴露褪色的油漆,和其他人告诉标志着其领土的帮派艺术家的涂鸦,灵感的故事.防倾杆保护覆盖着肮脏的床单,没有连狗就趴在窗户.破旧的玩具碎片散落在死在外面院子里的草.瘦高个,黑头发的女孩躺在她的床上,扭曲和旋转,试图抓住一个凉爽的吊扇旋转波完胜开销晚上.她总是听到同样的狗叫声,她的耳朵还是那把枪的声音响起.她还是感受到了温暖,薄血沾满了她的手.她仍然沿着她的左侧感到一阵,重重的摔痛了她的每一次呼吸,疼痛提醒她,她是人.她目睹了许多枪击事件之前,她看到了更多的血液在她的日子.这是为什么拍摄有什么不同呢?这是因为第一次,她是受害者.我理解她的痛苦,因为我是女孩.
这一切都始于唐冶先生在2004年的秋天.他是一个鼓舞人心的数学老师,相信我,我有这个世界上比我想象中更提供.铃声一响Conniston中学,我们像僵尸游行到我们班.我穿过黑暗的走廊破坏的储物柜,撕裂书本散落在地面上像一个转储文件和撕开.过去的悲惨教师和恶魔的学生,我做我的.管理员包围的走廊里像SWAT团队,指挥大家去上课,我走进唐冶先生的数学课上,他有一个光明的,白色的微笑,每次我看着他伤害了我的眼睛.之前,我可以让自己的座位上,唐冶先生递给我一份文件,痒了我的手指,这是一个数学测试.我盯着这个测试,我求我的大脑中醒来!其他的孩子洗牌的文件的顶部,他们的办公桌上来回或在其上放置他们的头用它当枕头.我偷偷想我最好在每一个问题,并轻率地拒绝它.