My friend got deported(Not my story but a true story)
Posted: Fri Apr 25, 2008 9:59 pm
It all happened around 10 years ago. When I was 4, my parents moved from our apartment to the house I currently live in. It was a 2 family house, my parents decided to occupy the top 2 sections and rent out the basement. So, my mom posted ads in the local newspaper about the house rent. Within a week, a lady asked about the house. My parents made an arrangement with her and later that week. She was a Hispanic woman in her early 20's. She had a son my age named Jorge. She looked around.The basementt was pretty small, but the rent was really cheap. She said she would consult with her boyfriend and later that day, she came back and said she would rent the house.
After she moved in, me and Jorge got to know each other. We both went to the same school so we had many opportunities to bond, and we did. I discovered that both me and Jorge were game fanatics. I just got my Game Boy Color and started playing Pokemon Yellow. Jorge didn't have a Game Boy Color, or any toys for that matter, so he had to play mine. I didn't mind, the extra help was great! Together, we beat Pokemon Yellow, Silver and eventually Sapphire.
When I was around 8, I asked my mom "Why didn't Jorge" have any games of his own. His mom told me that Jorge was an illegal immigrant and her parents crossed the border to get to America. Being as curious as I was, I question Jorge about it. The confirmed that he was in fact an illegal immigrant and his parents couldn't buy all the stuff he wanted because they still had to pay back the guy who helped them cross the border, and they were payed very low wages.
Feeling pity for Jorge, I always let him play with any of my games and toys. In 6th grade, we discovered SRO. A classmate of ours introduced us to it and we started to play. Since Jorge didn't have a computer of his own, he always had to come to my part of the house and play. Being used to sharing all of our games, we decided to share our SRO account too. It was fun. We took turns to play and we leveled pretty fast too. Last year, Jorge got his own computer. His parents finally paid back the guy who helped them cross the border and they were now acquiring extra income. Since Jorge got his own computer, he started playing our account more. Some days, he played from 3-10 when we got home. My rage was blinded by the levels that Jorge was reaching. Because we only had one computer before, we never really got passed level 30, but with Jorge, in two months he got to level 50. Two days ago Jorge's parents decided to go out to visit relatives and finally, I had a chance to play the account. Anxious to play the ever high level account, when I typed in the info, it was invalid. I tried it again and again but it wouldn't work. When Jorge got home, I asked him about the account. He said that because he leveled it and all he deserved it. I was mad. He didn't even give me a chance to level it and now he claimed possession of it. We got in a huge argument and in the height of my fury, I called 9-1-1. I reported Jorge and his family for being illegal immigrants. Last night, the police took Jorge away. They were bringing them back to Mexico... My family got fined for hiding illegal immigrants, and I lost my best friend.
24 hours passed. I don't know what to think. One week ago, I had a happy family, a nice house and a best friend. Now I have nothing. I didn't know who to turn to so here on SRF, I am spilling my heart out.
I know how many people are going to flame me and claiming this is a lie. I don't really care. Believe what you want to believe, but I know what happened. I know what I've done to a boy named Jorge and his family. One day, I hope I get passed this incident, but for now, releasing my feelings is all I can do.
After she moved in, me and Jorge got to know each other. We both went to the same school so we had many opportunities to bond, and we did. I discovered that both me and Jorge were game fanatics. I just got my Game Boy Color and started playing Pokemon Yellow. Jorge didn't have a Game Boy Color, or any toys for that matter, so he had to play mine. I didn't mind, the extra help was great! Together, we beat Pokemon Yellow, Silver and eventually Sapphire.
When I was around 8, I asked my mom "Why didn't Jorge" have any games of his own. His mom told me that Jorge was an illegal immigrant and her parents crossed the border to get to America. Being as curious as I was, I question Jorge about it. The confirmed that he was in fact an illegal immigrant and his parents couldn't buy all the stuff he wanted because they still had to pay back the guy who helped them cross the border, and they were payed very low wages.
Feeling pity for Jorge, I always let him play with any of my games and toys. In 6th grade, we discovered SRO. A classmate of ours introduced us to it and we started to play. Since Jorge didn't have a computer of his own, he always had to come to my part of the house and play. Being used to sharing all of our games, we decided to share our SRO account too. It was fun. We took turns to play and we leveled pretty fast too. Last year, Jorge got his own computer. His parents finally paid back the guy who helped them cross the border and they were now acquiring extra income. Since Jorge got his own computer, he started playing our account more. Some days, he played from 3-10 when we got home. My rage was blinded by the levels that Jorge was reaching. Because we only had one computer before, we never really got passed level 30, but with Jorge, in two months he got to level 50. Two days ago Jorge's parents decided to go out to visit relatives and finally, I had a chance to play the account. Anxious to play the ever high level account, when I typed in the info, it was invalid. I tried it again and again but it wouldn't work. When Jorge got home, I asked him about the account. He said that because he leveled it and all he deserved it. I was mad. He didn't even give me a chance to level it and now he claimed possession of it. We got in a huge argument and in the height of my fury, I called 9-1-1. I reported Jorge and his family for being illegal immigrants. Last night, the police took Jorge away. They were bringing them back to Mexico... My family got fined for hiding illegal immigrants, and I lost my best friend.
24 hours passed. I don't know what to think. One week ago, I had a happy family, a nice house and a best friend. Now I have nothing. I didn't know who to turn to so here on SRF, I am spilling my heart out.
I know how many people are going to flame me and claiming this is a lie. I don't really care. Believe what you want to believe, but I know what happened. I know what I've done to a boy named Jorge and his family. One day, I hope I get passed this incident, but for now, releasing my feelings is all I can do.
lol j/p.. Thats pretty bad your friend turned him in to the law over a game.
