....A gRoup likE aN oTher onE...bUt spEciaL......

Hi! I´m going to talk about how it´s my peer group. Well, we are approximately ten persons, three of them are brothers, two boys and one girl. They are argentinians, but they have lived through almost all his life in Spain. I know them for more than five years because the girl went with me to the high school. I have known the others throughout these five years, except to two of them that I knew them becaouse they were friends of my brother.
There are four girls in the group including to me, and the rest are boys. Always we are in the Flory, It´s a park from the neighborhood San Juan Bautista. The brothers have a house there so have site where to be, if it does cold we go to their house and if it does hot we go to the Flory.  Generally, if one of us have a problem we try to hepl him/her all that he or she needs, but only we do it if the problem is serious because if It´s a typical bilge of teen I will promise that we are going to be doing jokes until other thing calls our attention.
Any person who was coming to our group without knowing ourselves, would think that we hate ourselves and that we are little edges. what happend it´s that we are together we form a pinapple because, practically we know everything some of others and when it comes new someone is like a stranger, due to the fact that often he does not understand the jokes or feels inconvinient. In conclussion, in my peer group try getting fun, though sometimes it´s across the others.
But at the moment of the truth we endure ourselves as what we are, friends.

OUR FIRST VISIT TO THE EARTHLINGS SCHOOL

Regards, I´m the Enterprice´s spaceship Commander, we came from the planet Omicronalfa7. We have come to study the human behaviors. Here appears the diary of the trip of one of our soldiers who infiltrated into one of the earthlings institutions called school.
The first memory, I´m the soldier 555243 of the division 3 of camouflaged observation. I have landed in a small piece of open land in a city called Madrid, in the country called Spain. I can see a building in the distance, shouts and laughs are heard,I approach up to the fence, they look like small humans, here call them children. They are enclosed in the college without being able to go out,they are of different sizes and dress the same clothes. Also there are major humans beings monitoring the small ones. Suddenly, a noise of a stamp sounds and all the children do a row behind of the teachers. Now the court is empty so I decide to look inside the building. I enter for a window to a room, it contains twenty-five children every five in a table and a teacher writing in a chunk of darker wall, called blackboard, with a small white stone, called chalk. All the kids pay attention to the teacher and she teaches them the numbers. I cross the school completely and I found almost the same in all the stays, teachers teaching pupils things about their world and own culture.
I return to the ship to study the acquired information.
End of memory one.