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The House on Miner Street

I didn’t always live where I live now. Before I lived in a different apartment not so far away from where I live now. It was a two bedroom apartment with one bathroom and a small backyard. The reason we moved from there was because it was too small and my parents had just bought a three apartment complex. There we would live in the biggest one and rent the other two. What I like about where we live is that it is bigger and has a big fireplace. It also has two bathrooms so we don’t have to wait to use one. The thing that I don’t like is that I have to share my room with my brother and he always makes a mess after I just cleaned it. My dream house would have four bedrooms one for each member of the family. It would also have a big kitchen because I love to eat what my mom does and so when my family comes to eat at my house there are enough room for every one to sit down. It would also have a big backyard with a big pool so we could throw pool parties. That would be my dream house.

HAIRS

Everybody in my family has different hair styles. My mom’s hair is long red and black. Its like if her head was on fire. My sister’s hair is long brown, orange, blondish hair. Her hair is like a pumpkins hair would look like if it had hair. My brother’s hair is short and black. When he spikes it up it looks like he is wearing a porky pine for a wig. Now my hair is a little bit longer than my brothers and black. It’s like my cousins dogs hair because it’s always all over the place because I don’t comb it I leave it how it is when I wake up.

Boys and Girls

There are many ways that people divide into there groups of people that they like to hang out with. The first one is age because not every one can go into the same place, you have to be a certain age. You have to be 18 to go into clubs and you have to be 21 to drink. Another way is gender because not all girls like to do the same things that boys like to do. Some girls don’t like to do anything that can get them in trouble but guys do. The last reason is hobbies, you have to like the same thing because then you don’t have anything to do together or talk about anything.

My Name

In English my name sounds like Louis. My name comes from old German and it means famed warrior. It is my fathers middle name witch was given to him by his mother, my grandma who past away about two years ago and was given to me by my parents. At school many white people say my name as Louis so then I correct them and tell them how to say it. I have also had to correct teachers. I like my name and I would not want to change it, but I get really mad when people keep calling me Louis.

Laughter

There are five of us in my family including me. There’s my mom, my dad, my sister and my brother. People say that my sister does not look like my brother or me. They do say that my brother does look like me and we also sound the same on the phone. There are also people who say that my brother and I don’t look alike. My aunts and uncles have something different to say, they say that my sister and I look like my dad and my brother like my mom.

My first day of middle school

My first day of middle school I was really scared. I was scared because my sister told me that the teachers there were really mean and they always gave a lot of homework. She also told me that the older kids would pick on you and beat you up. When I got there it was not so bad. I met a lot of new people and a lot of those people are now very good friends of mine. The teachers were not so bad either; they were really nice except for one or two of them. For many of the older kids I became friends with them so I never got picked on. The thing that I liked more about middle school was that you got P.E every day instead of every Friday. We got to play a lot of sports that I had never played before. The lesson that I learned is that you should not always believe what they tell you.

Papa who wakes up tired in the night

I remember the day that my dad's, my grandma died. She was really sick and had gone the doctor to see what was wrong and they told her that there was nothing wrong that she just needed to rest and she would get better. My whole family was worried but they told us what the doctor had told her and we stopped worrying so much. A week passed and she got worst. She died on Christmas Eve. The doctors had no idea what caused her death. That day I felt really bad for my dad because he was crying on Christmas the day that your suppose to be happy. I was also felt weird because this was the first time I had seen him cry. Now every Christmas I remember when I went on vocation to visit and those two months that I was in Mexico she was really nice and cool.