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My House on Wilson Street
We have always lived on wilson street.Well so far me.Why parents bought the house that we live in now when my mother had me.The people that live in our household are my uncle,grandpa.father and mother,brother and I. The house on wilson street is ours.We don't need to pay rent to no one.No one to tellus about the music or of something that bothers them.Everything is okay at our house nothing to bother us.We love our neighborhood. The neighborhood is very quite.Well so far the neighbors aren't that quite.They have parties and do special occassion things.We conversate with them once in a while.Somethings that do bothers me about where I live is that when their is trouble in Fairview Park.We can hear the quite siren and the shining light over the roofs of the houses.The voice of the cop of the helicopter.It bothers me and doesn't let us sleep. So far everything is good.I like the place where I live.It puts a smile on my face.Makes me happy to come home.So that's what I have to say about my house on Wilson Street.



Hair
My mother's hair is a straight as a chocolate paint brush. It doesn't even move with the wind. My dad's hair is straight and much like the color of a skunk. It looks as if the grass is starting to grow on his head. My sister Adriana's hair is also straight .It is a dark midnight color. It is also like a mambo stick, hard and long. My brother's hair is like a porky pine's spikes. It is long and spikey but when he doesn't cut it it looks like her has hair of a wild dog. My hair is also very straight.My hair is as red as a wine stain on a white blouse.

Boys and girls
I divided my world by sense of humer,music and reputation.I really want to have fun with people not be all bored.To have in common and to have fun.Not to be all emotional.I like the person to like things that I hear.So we can talk and hear things we like.I also divided them by reputation I wouldn't want to be hearing things from other people of the people I hang roung with.It would bother me.It's just better to stay away from drama.Those are some things that I classify people.

My Name
In English my name means truth and purity.In spanish it doesn't mean anything.It is eight letters.A pretty color.It's said on the song that my mother hears.No one in my family is named like me.My sisters name is adriana.It's very common but Ilike my name I wouldn't change it I like it very much.



=Our Good Day=

When I was really young my way of seeing friends was different from now.I really wasn't the type that only made friends with the ones that had cool things.I really didn't care.As long as they were nice and not mean to me.I would me friends with them.Then all of a suddent things would change they would not want to hang out because I wasn't cool.But I didn't care.I have this one friend that I've known for nine years.We are friends.We talk and hang out once in a while but things don't change between us.Well I remember my cousin when I was little would get on my nerves.She couldn't see me get something new because she would tell her dad to buy her the same thing.And also that she would only talk to me if I shared.But I love her she is my cousin.I also got over the childish things.Now in days friends are different sometimes drama,drama and more drama.Now I hang out with my two friends Jasminne and Karla.I've known Jasminne longer.But we stopped talking.And now we talk again and they are the are very good friends.

=Look a like=

My sister and I look much alike. We have the same physical appearences like big eyes and we are both short. Besides looking alike, that is pretty much all we have in common. On the other hand, our sense of humer and attitude are no way alike in anyway. Another thing we have in common is that we are both sensitive. Both she and I cry very easily for example one day we were watching a movie called "The Notebook". We saw it along with our family and it was very sad. The akward moment though was when only my sister and I started crying at the same time. Even though she has a sense of humer or attitude which I can't stand, I still love her.

=Those who don't=

Those who don't know better go into the neighborhood of Shalimar St.That is a dangerous neighborhood.It's not very safe.There is alot of gansters and it's also a slagging street.Well I have not seen it but I have heard.My friend used to live there but she no longer live there no more.Some people also say stupid things to make some people look bad.But according to other Shalimar is not a safe street.Well to othe people that live there Shailmar is a very safe street.But I guess back in the day it was a ghetto neightborhood.

=There Was a Lady She Had So Many Dogs She Didn't Know Which One Did It=

Her name was Vannessa she owned 5 dogs. She lived in a house by myself.Sometimes she got angry at the wrong dog.For the reason which you would not want to know.One day she left the door open and a dog ran out.The dog ran to te middle of te street and got ran over.Not a nice scene but I saw it.It died hours later.They had to put it out of his misery.So then she only owned 4 dogs.They the rest I wouldn't know because she moved away.But the house smelled so bad that the most the carpet cleaner cleaned it the odor didn't go away.So aventualy they had to remove it.For how bad it smelled.

The First time I learned to swim in the deep
It was a very sunny day so my family and I went to my aunt's pool. Whenever I would go i would only go on the shallow side of the pool. Then I noticed my cousins were playing and having so much fun but I would only stare at them. I was very sad of being the only one on the other side and not being able to play with them.I knew how to swim but was just too scared to go to the deep end. I sat down on the side of the pool wondering what if I drown or what if i got a cramp. I got fed up with my bad thoughts and just jumped in the deep end and swam. In no time I was having lots of fun with my cousins and no longer was I scared!. To conclude, my experience learning how to swim in the deep end of the pool was a good. Risky but after all very fun and worth it!

Born bad
I know this one lady that is a friends of my mother.The've known each other for a very long time.She was a very healthy person liked to have fun all the time.But then at a certain piont in her life she got very sick and couldn't have as such fu no more.She sufferd from a cronical disease.Then from there on she was never going out as much.She had a very hard time having kids for the reason that she had the cronical disease.But then again that's a lady that was born bad.Or for some reason has that cronical disease.

No Speak English
My aunt she came to the United States.She came not because she wated to it's because she had to.She got married to an american.She doesn't like the Unites States I really not know for what reason I thinks because she says that it makes people bad.Bt then again she bought her house in Rosarito Beach.She speaks English only when she has to.So pretty much that's it.

The House Of My Own
The house that I want has to be mine own.No body to own it only myself.I want to decorate it on my own.Nice and pretty the way I want it tobe no one to tell me how to fix my own place.I don't want to be picking up after no one.I want to keep my own place clean.I want to have a pool and to have the most beautiful place ever a to see my family come in and to be amazed and proved of what I have accomplished in life.I want to paint the rooms my own color and to also to have butterflies in the wall.I want a nice kitchen the I can actually sit in and be like" Oh my god I own this place".And beyond that piont just to be happy and to sleep at night.Oh ya and to take my doggy.