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Apt. On Village Way
My apartment on Village Way is a nice one. I don't mean that in comparison to other apartments but by my standards, my apartment is nice. I live in an upstairs, two bedroom apt. with the most wonderful view of another apartment complex's parking lot. The inhabitants include my mother, my sister, four parakeets, one lovebird, two frogs, and a lizard that must be kept at 90 degrees all day. My apt. is in constant movement as long as I'm there. Apparently when I'm not there, my mother keeps the place in constant tranquility with classical music and scent machines. I suppose my apartment does need some rest when I'm gone.

My Name
My name means laughter. It means joy, it means happiness. It is like the number 21, odd but perfect. It's a bright color. It's like Stairway to Heaven, it's like soft and hard guitar. It is my grandfather's name and now it is mine. He lives in Brazil but I've heard that he's a study man. He eats a bead of garlic every morning to "clean out his system" and it seems to be working. I first saw him when he was 84. He only spoke spanish so I couldn't understand him but every word the came from his mouth made my family laugh. Though I couldn't understand what he was saying I laughed too. My grandpa Isaac, I can only imagine what he's doing now. With his everlasting vitality, he's probably playing soccer with people half his age or less. He is only one of the countless members of my family in South America who I will never actually know. I hope he's doing what I tend to do: bring laughter where ever I go. At school, we say my name in all sorts of different ways. My family says it in Spanish. When I have to sign my name on anything, besides school-work, I spell it Izik. It's still pronounced the same but it has the "zing" that reflects my deeper personality. My siblings have normal names: Natalie, Nicholas, and Jeniffer. Natalie becoms Nat, Nicholas becomes Nick, Jeniffer becomes Jen (Nenny to Natalie), but I am always Isaac. The only difference in my name is the pronunciation. If I had a choice, I would change my name. Granted, it wouldn't be too different. It would be Izik just because I would feel like it. Nobody would pressure me about it or try to give me advice about it. I would change my name because I would feel like it.

Hairs
Everybody in my family has different hair. My father's hair is always slicked back. I remember when he would get ready for work everyday and he would pile on the gel. The fog in his bathroom, due to his hairspray, was like the fog in werewolf movies. My younger sister, Natalie, has long hair that curls just a little at the very bottom. Her black hair travels all the way down her back like a freeway. My brother Nick is the oldest kid in the family and he spikes his hair. When he's too lazy, he'll just put a cap on. My mother's hair is simple. It's round and curls inward at the bottom. It's not thick like my hair. My hair has layers and is wavy on the sides. It has it's own personality. My hair forms itself every morning just the way it likes it. It's simply a coincidence that I like my hair the way it styles itself.

Boys and Girls
My life is not separated by gender at all. The boys and girls live together and interact with one another. I actually live with more women than I do men. I live with my mother and my sister. My other sister was living with us but she moved. Outside the home, the guys hang around with the girls. When we were younger, guys and girls may have lived in completely separate worlds, each curious about the other sexes ways. In terms of friends, plenty of my closest friends are girls. Being able to live in one world with both boys and girls with no social separation is a great thing.

Our Good Day
After I had lived in my apt. complex for about three years, the thought of me being the only kid in the entire place started to bother me even more. I was alone. Every other kid I knew had kids in their neighborhood but I didn't. It was all adults and this isn't neccessarily a bad thing. Now I can hang out with adults and I'm more mature because I'm used to hanging out with the adults. Still, there weren't any kids around and my friends that went to my school lived too far away. I was walking to Jack In The Box wiht my uncle Luis and I saw a kid playing handball up against a garage. His name was Fransisco. He had just moved in and he thought he was the only kid there too. He was in 5th grade and I was in 7th but that didn't matter. He ended up going to Jack In The Box with us and we still go down to Jack In The Box a lot.

Those Who Don't
People who drive into my neighborhood just look at the vast stream of apartments. I belong to Sea Pointe Villas but there are four other apartment complexes in a chain past mine. Villa Sienna is pretty big but the apartments aren't as big as the others and we almost considered moving there. Martinique has four stories and it's the largest of all of them. Pine Creek has a stream running threw it. Lastly, there is Lyon Mesa which has a gate like my complex except theirs opens like a door. A Ferrari/Maserati dealer down the street lets fancy cars drive by to taunt and entertain us. When my mom and I drive through another neighborhood, I don't feel any different. It doesn't feel any different except for occasional "click" when the doors lock all at once. I wonder why my Mom locks the doors but I never bother to ask her. I know what she would say, "It's just precautions.". I just keep wondering what those precautions are about.

Andrew & the Grass
My cousin, Andrew, has said plenty of things throughout his life that have, simply put, made him look stupid. "you'd make a great inspirational talker.", and then I would correct him with, "//Motivational speaker.".// Not everything clicks with him. To him, cleaning a room is moving everything to the edges and straightening your sheets. There was one time when I was trying to teach him to play soccer and he commented on how the grass was so green. If it were more conversational it would not have been as special. He said that out of nowhere. It made me realize that he is a little smarter than I thought. Granted that since then, he has again resored to his childish thought process. I explain things as clearly as possible. For Andrew, it's always "Because.".

A House Of My Own
When I get older and I have that job that I can wake up every morning and actually want to go to work, I will have my house. It will be an enormous piece of property. I need a house so huge that I can walk into a room and say "I've never been in this room before.". I will have rooms devoted to my pets: a room for my birds, a room for my lizards, and a few rooms for my dogs. I will have an enormous field with horses that I can just saddle up and ride whenever I want. I will have one special, black horse with a white diamond on the forehead. I don't know what I will name it but I'll get to that when the time comes. I will have a huge library filled to the brim with books.