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My House My house is 15 years old. It is brown and white with old fashioned slants and points as the roof. My house has a big front and backyard, and a big hedge divides our house from the nieghbors. We have had annual new years day parties at my house, making my house like a chimney, all the cigar and cooking smoke leaking from the doors and windows. I was about 3 years old when I went with my parents to go look at houses, i actually remember looking at every house except the one I live in now. Me, my mom and my dad moved from our little apartment to our house on Barbados because they knew our family was going to grow. Within 6 years we were blessed with my sister Claudia and John. My house is like a museum. We have a lot of old pretty things that we shouldn't touch. I love my house because it is close to all of my friends and is in walking distance of everything I need. I don't like the fact that is 35 miles away from my best friend, or the fact that it has only 3 rooms forcing me and my sister to share. My front yard reminds me of a park, it has hills and dips that are fun to roll around on. My house is like a soup kitchen I think, there are 3 doors to get into my kitchen and someone is always in there eating or cooking. From the outside my house looks like a spaceship, there are all these wires and antennasand satellites sticking fromt he roof, I almost expect it to just start up and fly away. Certain parts of my house appear to me as faces. Different personalities make up my house. The garage door looks angry, the the front of my house has a sad droopy face. When I do finally leave this house i hope to have a beautiful elaborate house. With my own room! I want my house to be one big painting with lots or color and sophisticated design. I want my house to always be open, with people constantly over and be full of life all the time.Nothing but enjoyable company to keep my head clear and my life peaceful. The place you live in contributes a lot to your way of thinking and how you respond to other enviroments. Keep your home life happy...everything else will fall into place.

Boys and Girls.

The way I look at it, my social world is divided in 3 ways, gender, "clicks" and respect. The boys in my life enjoy hanging out with us girls. In a lot of ways we are a like, but in many we are different. Different things are expected, too many to put on paper even. Every school, every society has clicks. I love my group of friends. Ofcourse I am not restricted by my group of friends, but I just fit in with them. We just "click". Respect is vital to my friends and I. If you don't give respect we don't associate ourselves with you in anyway. That is just how it works with us.

Hairs.

My dads side of the family has gorgeous hair. My siblings and I were lucky enough to recievce this trait, just our own version of it. Starting with my brother John, his hair is short and fuzzy, almost like fur. My sister has long, thick, wild hair, always in her face, kind of like a dog. My mom on the other hand has thin, staright hair, all pinned up like a cameo. My daddy has long, thick, jet black wavy hair. He calls it his own personal "freak flag" As for myself, my natural hair is wavy, bouncy, and soft. It reminds me of doll hair or something like it

Cathy Queen of Cats When I was younger all i needed was someone to play with. It didn't matter to me who you were, as long as you would play with me.I had lots of friends when I was younger, mostly out of school, none really on my street until about the 4th grade when I met my best friend. Most of the kids I grew up with and went to school with as a kid are either still really close with me, or I am still in school with. My favorite kids to be with when I was younger were the ones that told stories or jokes, like Isaac! As of now, my friends couldn't be better. We have all loved and known eachother for so long, and there is NO changing that. Some have moved away, or moved on to other friends. We can't deny our memories and feelings we have shared. I pass by old friends in the halls and say some "hi"s and "how are you"s and there is always that lingering feeling of how we used to be before we all grew up and moved on.Many people walk in and out of your life, but only true friends will leave footprints in your heart.

Those Who Don't The way I see it, Estancia High School divides Mesa Verde/Costa Mesa into two parts. Facing the school, to the left is the not so good part of town, or whatever way you wish to put it. To the right is Country Club, and the clearly more visually appealing part of town. I fortunatly live on the right side of town.When "crossing over" to the left side, people make rude deragatory comments about everything they see. The type of houses, the race of people walking around, the kind of cars. In reality the people on the left side aren't very much different then the people on the right. Everyone tries to make a place in this world, some just go about it and have to do it a little differently. Not everyone has the same opportunities and have to move along anyway they can.

"Marin" My friends and myself have always been viewed as different. Since about the 8th grade, we have been considered the "party" group, or the "emo" group. People (including parents) talk and they all say the same things. The baises of it is that we aren't going anywhere and all we do is cause trouble, and we are a bad influence on other kids our age. In reality it is totally different. The reason why we can do all of the things we do is because we do well in school. Our parents are just like your parents. We work hard so we can play on the weekends. All of us come from kind of broken families and we don't want to end up like our parents. We want to be better then that and have a successful life. We have all been through so much that nothing is a suprise and nothing scares us anymore. We are all ready to take on anything that is thrown at us. People say stupid things and assume a lot, but we ignore it because we all know we can prove anyone wrong and be the best that we can be. We are not going to be another teen statistic.

My First Job I was exited to start my first summer job. I worked at the Snack Shack in Corona Del Mar. It was a tall, square, cement building right on the beach with big windows right on the sand. My boss was a nice old man, and he said a lot of other kids were going to be working with me, all my age.On my first day i soon realized that it would take a little while for me to open up and be myself. I was a newbie, everyone else that worked there knew eachother and were very close. Everyone had worked many summers before me.After a couple of days, I figured out this wasn't a regular job. I didn't have to be serious or proper. We could eat as much of the food as we wanted, play games, flirted with the customers, and listened to oldies. All day.I soon caught on to everything real easy. I was a cashier somedays, or the cook, or I worked the rentals. I made good money and I had great hours. I made a lot of friends and I enjoyed getting up and going to work. I can't wait for this summer!

Last Chapter. I have always lived in my house. I did all my growing up there and with all the people that live around me. Sometimes it isn't enough and I want more. I want freedom and I want success. Despite my dreams I am afraid to leave everyone behind, and enter a world I don't know and I am not used to. I want people to remember me and be proud of me. It's not that I will be going far or that nobody will know where I am. I haven't even figured that part out yet. I want to make my loved ones proud of me, I want to leave a legacy and become something important. I want to take everyone with me.