P1+SRamirez

The apartments where we are now staying are so nice. The neighbors are very kind but the manager doesn’t like us. I don’t really know why she doesn’t like us. Although there is only one room and one bathroom it is way better than living in Los Angeles. Sometimes there is people upstairs running around which is distracting because we live on the first floor. The house in Bell Gardens was nice but the neighborhood was so ghetto. Every morning you would wake up to something new. Once they shot my friend on the shoulder for walking through an alley but I also miss the smell of home where you do belong with your culture. I also miss getting wet with the water hoes. In these apartments you are not allowed to get wet with the hoes, ride a bike, skate, run and jump. There is so many rules you have to go by. Sometimes the laundry room is so full that you cant walk in there. We feel so refreshed on Victoria St. because it is very calm although there is hardly any Mexicans in this city. I think we are in a way better environment then in Los Angeles but for some reason I would love to move back its where I grew up and I liked living there. Hairs** All of my family has their hair different. My mom’s hair is very curly as if the springs that bug me every time I lay down on my bed are hanging down her head. Very curly like dust winds going through the air. My brother has a Mohawk and it is also curly. As if the rays from the sun shine on his hair. His Mohawk looks like waves from an ocean splashing everywhere. ,y twin sisters hair is wavy not like mine that is curly. Her hair looks like a worm wiggling around everywhere. Wavy as a lighting just struck on her head. My cousins hair is so straight that it looks like hay from cattle sticking out of her head. Straight as wood. My other cousins hair is very frizzy but curly as if it were cotton candy. Frizzy like the clouds in the sky. My moms hair though, hers is different it smells really good and when she straightens it seems as if her face glows.
 * My apartment on Victoria St.
 * My family didn’t always live on Victoria St. We moved here two or three years ago. We used to live in Los Angeles but the owner kicked us out due to late rent payments. I remember that house was so big with four rooms and two bathrooms.

My Name
 * Boys & Girls
 * The world I live in is divided in many ways. For example sports boys & girls are not to play together because they play rough and we don’t. Cities are divided by the money you or y our parents make because there is a rich side and a poor side. I think everyone should be living anywhere they want because we should all be treated equally. Churches have different religions in them.
 * My name is Stacy it means . The place my name takes is happiness as if it laughs when you say it. It is like the number five in between the one and ten. My name is the color black as if it were going through outer space and exploring all the planets. It is relaxing like the waves splashing in the ocean. It comes from my mom. It is cold as it were nicknamed for December. The year 2008 when it’s finally free from school and on to college also fulfilling its dreams. As if my cats fur is stuck on it. My name feels like a soft cloud in the sky. My real name is Anastasia.


 * Those who don't
 * The people who visit our neighborhood think it is very quiet sometimes too quiet.That we are up to something. They think one day we will attack them and rob them. Those are the dumb people who just come here to judge us. We are used to living like this with all the quietness in the neighborhood. Once you live here you really get used to it the peole who don't live here are the ones that stand out the most.