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__“The House on National Street”__

 * I did not always live on** **National Street****. Before that I lived in an apartment in** **Santa Ana****, a house on** **American St.** **and a house on Congress. The house I live in now (****National St.****) is all ours. Finally, we have a house that we don’t have to share with anyone or pay rent. My house isn’t all that great, it needs a new paint job and new carpet put in, but this is the house I call home. I finally have my own room, were I do not have to share with my brothers. My house has a big front and back yard that my little brother can practice basketball and play with his friends. We can even have a dog because there are no mean old owners telling us what to do. In the back yard we have a swing set that I use to play on when I was littler, but now my little brother plays on it. I am just thankful I have a house to call my own and I have a wonderful family who lives in it.

__“Hands”__
Everyone has hands. I think hands tell a lot about people. My family has very unique hands from one another. There are four people in my household. There is my little brother D.J, my older brother Chris, my mom, and I. My little brother D.j has little rough hands; they kind of have the feeling of wood, small with cuts. Uhhh I don’t know how he hurts him self all the time. My older brother’s hands are big like a cantaloupe, kind of a rough texture from working hard. My hands, well my hands are soft they remind me of fur.** My mom’s hands, well, they are like a warm blanket, there for you when you are cold. In other words when you’re sad. My mom is always there for me and my brothers when ever we need her just like a blanket when you are feeling cold.



__“Bois & Gurlz”__
__****The world is an outrageous place. It is divided in many different ways. In my little world, I see it separated by age, music and gender.**
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 * If you have noticed, well at least I have, that kids usually hang out with kids, but want to hang out with teenagers, but totally can’t because the teenagers don’t want anything to do with them, because they are little brats just like my little brother D.J. But I still love him. Oh, and also adults always try to be “COOL” and try to fit in with their kids who think they are weird and sometimes embarrassing. I think that age is a big thing in who you hang out with.**


 * Ok. So music and gender. Well lets just say music has a big part in who you hangout with. At my school you can always find each friend group listening to the same music. Like all my friends listen to Hip Hop, Rap, ect. But you go to other groups and they listen to country, rock, and heavy metal, wich I think it sounds like the singer is dying or something, and so on. Gender, well when you’re in elementary school girls think that boys have cuties. The boys usually always chase the girls. Also, girls are usually all into hair, makeup, shoes, ect, but boys are way different. Boys usually are all into sports and girls like big time!! Other than that, there are all the people in between.



**__“Names”__**

 * In English my name means keeper of the keys. In Greek it means pure. It means trustworthy, it means happy. It’s like the number 23 odd but perfect. It’s a red color symbolizing love. It’s the music of “All My Life.”**
 * It is a name of my own. My mom doesn’t have it; my grandmas’ doesn’t have it, my aunt’s, and cousins. None of them have my name. But I do have to admit my middle name is my grandma’s name, Rose. Witch means flower. It’s a beautiful name. It means red and purity. It means a lot to me knowing that a piece of my grandma was left to me (which is her name). I am the only other person in are family with that name. And I am proud!!



__**“Queen of the Block”**__

 * She says that I am the queen of the block. All the kids look up to me. She lives across the street, next door to all the drunkies. She says keep away from them, their bad influence. Holley and her sister Victoria live on the corner house, which has a Jacuzzi, which everyone loves! The other girl that lives across the street is hyper as heck and no one, and I mean no one likes her. The people next door moved far away. The girl didn’t want to move, but her husband said it was best to, since there was a baby on the way. He said he wanted to move to a bigger house to start their new family, I was kind of happy because they were really loud. After they moved new neighbors moved in. my neighbor became my best friend. Then all of a sudden we got in a big fight because I told her she was stuck up. Then about a week later we became friends again. The guy across the street is a very kind man. He has a 7-year-old daughter and a wife who loves him to pieces. Whenever I think of him it makes me so sad knowing he past away about 2 months ago (R.I.P…. I love you Johnny!!) He was a great guy. He treated me like I was his second daughter.

=Hair=

===**I have a little brother names D.J who looks nothing like me, unlike the two neighbor girls who look almost like twins. Both have brown hair and brown eyes. Their hair is beautiful, long, and healthy. On the other hand my brother has blonde, short, curly hair and I have long brown straight hair. His eyes are a pretty blue color, and my eyes, well they look like cat eyes. There green with yellow. We don’t look alike, but people know we are related due to are personalities. We are both very nice but sometimes get a little hyper. Unlike the two other girls they are nothing alike. One is very obnoxious and hyper and the other is very sweet and innocent.**===
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=Carolyn=


 * Carolyn had a boyfriend who lived a block down. She said one day when they get rich they would move away to a big house in Newport Beach. I was so exited for them. I knew Carolyn since I was eight. I am fifteen now, sixteen next month. We share many fun times together I wish they would never end. I always wished to be like her, with boys dropping to her feet, but know that I noticed they only drop to her feet because she is easy I noticed I didn’t want to be like her anymore. I still love her to death, but I'm disappointed in her. I’m proud of her know though because she found a guy that loves her and takes good care of her. I wish her the best and hope they will get rich and be happier.**

=My First Job=
 * Finally, I was old enough to get a job. Ever since I was eleven I wanted to get a job so I can go shopping whenever I want. Also my mom is raising my two brothers and I by her self, and I thought now that I am older and more mature I can help her out. I started working two days after my heart-taking interview at Fountain Valley Bowling Alley. On my first day at work I was so nervous I felt like I was going to pee my pants. I thought I was doing everything wrong. Finally, my first party showed up, I was nervous as heck. There were so many kids it was hard to handle all of them at once. I felt like I just gave birth to eleven 10 year olds, it was crazy. I got all the kids their bowling shoes and took them to their lanes. None of them new how to bowl, but they had a blast. I was proud knowing I made the little girls 11th birthday a day to remember. We all sang her happy birthday and the kids all ate pizza and cake. After the party was done, came my break. I didn’t know anyone I felt like such a loner. I was sitting all by myself at the tables. One of the other workers saw me sitting there all by myself and asked if he could sit with me. Well of course I said yes. So my new friend and I sat, talked, and ate a snack together. I felt way more comfortable working there now that I have someone I kind of know working with me.

=My Neighbor Johnny=


 * Johnny is my neighbor. He is about 42 years old and has a beautiful wife and little girl. He was like a father to me telling me right from wrong. My father was never there for me and I haven’t seen him in years. When I am with Johnny I feel like I have a father who cares for me. Yes, he isn’t my real father or even my stepfather, but I still look up to him as a father figure. One early morning I wake up to a loud banging on the door. I opened it to a crying child saying her father is going to die in less than a week. He had a brain tumor and wasn’t going to be around much longer. When I found about him I dropped to the floor crying. I felt like my own father was about to pass away. The next week I found out he passed away. It seemed like I was lost again, but I knew he was in a happier place.

=Yohnny=


 * I can remember when I first saw him. I felt like I was in heaven. He was working at Carl’s J.R. I came in one day with D.J and Jessica. We all just got back from going to the beach and wanted to eat. We all were standing there thinking what to order when I noticed a really cute guy staring at me. He walked up to the cashier really fast and took are order. We ordered are food and sat down. I couldn’t stop looking back at him noticing he kept on looking at me also. I couldn’t stop smiling. All of a sudden I hear someone yelling in the back. I looked over and he was getting yelled at by his manager for screwing up the orders. He brought us are food smiled at me and walked away. He seemed like a really shy guy. My brother D.J said he wanted ketchup. So he went up to the counter and suposibly asked for some, but what he really did was tell the guy I liked him. I was so embarrassed. He looked embarrass also. D.J gave him my number without me knowing. The guy was a doll though. Instead of just talking my number he went up to me and asked me if it was ok if he called me some time. I was in complete shock and didn’t know what to say. Out of nowhere I said yes I would love it. I would never regret giving him my number.
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=A House of My Own=
 * Not an apartment. Not a roommate, but a house that I call my own. A house I call home. A home which is filled with the people I love, my husband and children I want a house were I can spend the rest of my life with. A house with a big kitchen to cook in. my own room that I will eventually share with my husband. My own bathroom with blue towels. A big front yard, which will have a door mat in front of the door saying welcome home. In the drive way will be my own car that I have bought myself. A house that I call my home.**