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The House on Avalon Steet
My family an I didn't always live on Avalon Street. Before that we loved on Hamilton Streetfor thirteen years. The house on Avalon Street is ours and i dont have to sharethe yard with anybody or make sure not to make too much noise. Even though I am happy where I am now, sometimes I wish I was still on Hamilton Street.

We had to move from hamilton Steet because my parents were paying too much rent for a place which was not ours, and their money was just going with the wind;nowhere. I had lived on Hamilton Street for thirteen years. Somehow the house on Hamilton Street felt like hot cocoa on a cold snowy day.Even though the house on Hamilton Street felt like home, my parents decided to buy a hose that they would be able to call home forever.

My parents always told me we would have a house of our own like the houses on television, with the big back yard to be able to have a dog, with my own room, and many other things that Ii would enjoy. Now that i had all that i didn't want it anymore. Our new hose was white with a blue border on the top of the house. The new house had a huge backyard and I was going to have my own room. I did not want all this anymore though. Moving into a new hose i would call home was weired. Now that I have been living at my new "home" I would never change it for the world. Now I can really call it home.



Hairs
Everyone in my family has differnt kind of hair. My dad's hair is like a night's sky, dark and thick. My hair is like the scent and touch of a rose, soft and full of a wonderfull smell. My mother's hair always done in a litle bun. Her hair is soft and always smelling delicious. The softness of a teddy bear and the deliciouse smell of candy.

Boys and Girls
Boys and Girls live in two different worlds. Boys are typical, they can't talk to a girl because they'll bite or something of that sort. Girls can't be talking to boys because well, they just can't. Age is also a big factor in who you talk to. Many girls don't like to be friends with girls younger than them. Or many boys can't be friends with their little brothers because it is not cool. Culture is also big in chosing who to talk to or who not to talk to. If you talk to someone who is a bad influence, then you'll turn into a bad influence to someone to.I know who to hang out with, someone who shares the same likes and dislikes, a best friend.

My Name
In english my name means hopeful. In spanish it means the same thing. It means hapinnes and I'm very proud of it. My parents named me after a famouse gymnasist. Ma dad chose the name because he said the hoped for a daughter who would be someone one day. At school they say my name funny. The pronounce the "d" as an "r" as if my name was "naria", but in reality my name is "Nadia."My namehas a soft sound when you pronounce it.Although i like my name I would have prefered a name after my grandmother who died a year after my birth and I never got the chance to meet her, Victoria, a stronbg woman who showed her love to me by a letter she wrote when i couldn't read but, knew one day i would read and feel like we knew each other.

A First Friend
A first friend is a always memorable person that you never forget. Even if you paid the person to be your friend you will always remember that one person who agreed to be your best friend forever. I found my first best friend in first grade. We met on the play ground. She asked me if I wanted to be friends with her forever, and since in first grade all you want is a friend to share your little secretes with, I agreed. We would talk about anything, and before we knew it we could finish each others sentence. We would joke around all the time and talk about the little boys that we liked. Then one day she came to school crying and I felt bad because she did not want to tell me what was wrong. When she told me she was going to move I felt very bad that I started crying too. When it was time for us to say goodbye to each other we promised to be friends and never forget about each other, ant to this day we still keep in touch and I still remember the day I met my first very good friend.

Those Who Don't
Those who don't know any better come into our neighborhood scared. They don't know what to expect. They don't know if we're dangerouse or calm with everyone. Sometimes I think that they feel that we are either going to come up to them and rob them or just greet them. The truth isthere is nothing to be afraid of at all. We are not afraid and neither should the rest of the people who come into this neighborhood. We know everyone, the lady down the street who is extremely nice and then in the other corner of the street the family that hardly talks. We are all from different cultures in my neighborhood. No one feels scared, everyone feels safe around each other.

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Kenny Who Sees Monsters
There is this yong boy that lives down the street. He is about 4 years old and thiks that monsters exist. His mom has to check his closet about five times before turning off the light to go to sleep. He has nightmares or happy dreams with monsters. He sasys that there are mean monsters and nice monsters all around. Ever since Kenny was able to talk he would invent the wildest stories that he could think of. There were all kind of stories and half of them he said that he couldn't tell me because they were scary. Ofcourse he is just a four year old boy with a big imagination that is out of this world.

No Speak English
There i saw her there in the house next door. She was tall skinny and beautiful. Her name was Lupe. Her husband had just brought her to the United States from Mexico. She was very shy. She wouldnt talk to anyone because of the feaar that they would probably talk to her in english. I was her friend though. I was her confidant and she would tell me her fears, dreams or simply what was bugging her. Lupe didn't work because she didn't like to do anything that would involve her to talk. She was very quiet and hardly talked so it was hard for her to find a job. Her husband would come home from one job and would go to the other. All he wanted was the best for his wife and she knew it and wanted to help somehow. One day while she was with me she said"what do you think i should do?" From what she told me she had been studying english without no one knowing. The next day she went to a job interview and got the job. I was proud of her for ovecoming her fears. when she got her first paycheck she asked me the same thing as the first time she spoke english, but this time a little deeper. "What do you think I should do with this money?" and i just answered, "Whatever you want, you deservr it."

A House of My Own
I know I have everything I need. I know there are people out there who don't even know where they are going to spend the night. I have a house that I can call home, but one day I want a house of my own. A house where I can do whatever I want and whenever I want to. A house where I can wake up late without no one saying anything. A house where I know my shoes will always be on the corner of my bed without no one moving them. A place of my own, a house that i have bought with my own money that i earner with all my hardwork and effort. Not my parents house, but my house. Ahouse of my own.

Beautiful and Admired
She was a beautiful young lady who everyone admired and looked at.She had the apperance of an angel and the scent of a rose. Every where she went anyone would turn to look at her. Her name was Esmeralda. Her parents were always too busy for her or just too tired to listen. She would try to say that everything was fine and that she didn't need her parents attention to be happy. It wasn't until she met "him". He was new at school and noticed she was different from every other girl at school. At school she was the happiest girl but outside school all you could see was the sadness past her smile, nothing else. He was one of the few people who noticed that. They started talking as friends and soon became a couple. Little did anyone know that she was desperate to not lose his attention that she decided to get married with "him". For a while he treated her right. Then he would just humiliate and make her suffer rubing in her face that no one else loved her except him and that she woul not have anyone else in the world but "him" and she would have to deal with the horrible treatment of his. I guess she couldn't take it anymore and one day killed herself. All I can remember now is the girl who everyone looked and admired, but didnt admire herself.

A Smart Cookie
My mother, beautiful and intelliget. She knows how to make the best food in the world, sing, and read just about anything, but she doesnt know how to use a computer. She has helped many people and can do just about anything but can't work a computer. My mom use to have time to play with me when I was a little girl, now she rarely has time to even rest and take a nap in the afternoon. I could have been something, you know? She says there was just not enough money in the //pueblo// and her parents didn't have enough to send ten children to school. She tells me that Ii should be grateful that in the United States im able to have a free education because in Mexico you have to pay. She is a smart cookie and even though her education was cut short i still think she is a smart cookie.