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My House on Joann St When I was younger I moved three times. I use to live in an apartment when I was born and then I moved when I was around three years old. I moved to a house in Grande grove. It wasn’t only our house it we had to live with other family. We had to share the backyard with my cousins and go to bed early because we had to let the other smaller kids go to bed. Then when I was seven years old I moved to Costa Mesa. I moved to a house. We didn’t have to share it with anyone. This house has everything I wanted. It a backyard, a nice neighborhood, and really nice neighbors. I’m never going to forget my very first house and the first day I moved in.

Hairs There are five in my family. Everyone has different kind of hair. My dad has white puff hair. My brother has thick straight black hair. My sister has big hair with nice curly hair all over her head. My mom has short hair to her shoulders. Its always nice and flipped out. And me, my hair is just wavy.

Name My name is Jennifer but my friends call me Jenny. My name means white wave and it comes from welsh. Welsh means: of or relating to Wales or its people, language, or culture. My name is really common. In one of my classes there are four Jennifer’s. In a way I wished that I could have really unique name.

Boys and Girls When boys and girls are little kids they are two very different people. The boys and girls are always fighting to see who is better of one another. The boys paly different, eat different, and act more childish. The boys always picking on the girls and the girls always chasing the boys. Girls and boys are always going to be in there two different worlds.

My Good Day My good day was when a new girl moved in the same street that i lived in. she moved in front of my house. i was around 8 years old when this happened. the girl was only a year younger than me. i was really happy because there was no girl around my age to play with. the first day she moved in i want to say hi to her and she was playing handball which was our first game we played together. we hanged out all day. that was the best day ever.

Laughter I have an older sister we dont look anything alike. People that know us say we do but i think we dont. She has curly hair, short, and light skin. On the other hand i have wavy hair, taller than her, and im a little darker skin than her. i think the only think that we look alike is that we love to shop. We like most of the same things. we are both really funny. We almost think alike. Even though we dont look alike we think alike.

Those Who Don't When people enter in a neigborhood of a another color they get sacred. They get sacred because they don't know the people that live there. They could think that they are bad people just because how they look or where the live. I feel that people feel alot saver when its there same race around them. sence they are the same race of people they feel they could trust them better. When people feel fear of you and your people, you feel bad but, how about when you feel fear of them and there people? I think this is something that its never going to change in this world.

Chanclas I had a cousin that was going to get married. He wanted his little girl cousins to be the flower girls for his wedding. I was around seven or eight years old when all this happened. My cousin bought all of us the dress,shoes,and crowed. After we got the dress, the dress was a little to big on me. So my mom and me want to the store where my cousin got them. The store didnt run such small sizes. so we went to a diffenent store to get a similar dress like my other cousins. I finally got a dress. The dress was peach like my other girl cousins. Only my peach was a little darker than there's. i didn't want to be the flowere girl anymore because i felt really different then the others. so what my cousin did for me was that i was going to his mean flower girl. so i got my own dress. My dress was white mix with peach in it. That was the best day every.

Papa Who Wakes Up Tired in the Dark One Sunday afternoon we got a phone call. It was my aunt form Mexico which is my mom's sister. My aunt told my mom that my grandpa was really sick (my mom's father). The same days we got the phone call me and my mom got airplan tickets. we were going to leave at midnight. We finally got to Mexico and i got to see my grandpa. It hurt me to see my grandpa so sick. He was just in his bed. He counldn't get up at all. It was 12:00am when my mom woke me up. She told me crying that my grandpa was dead. I couldn't believe it. I ran to his room and i felt his heart and it wasn't pounding. My uncle was there and he did something to my grandpa. I don't know what he did but it made my grandpa come back alive.

No Speak English I think if you are young in the Untied States and don't know how to speak english its really hard. It's like going to school and not knowing a word of english. It would be really hard to get a job because most of the good jobs you have to know how to speak english. To them its like a whole different world to them. It's hard for them but they never give up. If though its hard they do it for there kids. So they can have a better life.

A House Of My Own If I had a house of my own it would have to be in a nice neighborhood. The front yard and the back yard have to be really nice with lots of different flowers. I want a two story house. I want the house to have more then four bedrooms and in each bedroom have to have there own bathrooms. The kitchen doesn’t have to be big as long as it nice. Same goes to the living room. The backyard has to have a swimming pool. The garage has to big so I can fit at least two cars. That’s a house I’ve always dreamed about.