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__The house on Wake Forest R.d__

I was born on September 11th 1990 Santa Ana though my house history didn’t start in Santa Ana it was here in Costa Mesa. I’ve jumped around from one apartment to another but all the time they were located here in Costa Mesa zone. Almost every 2 years we would move around. I don’t really know why, since I was too young to remember, what I remember the most is living in an apartment with a pool. I mostly remember that, because that’s where I would spend my time having fun especially when the sun was burning hot. Another place I remember is when I would live in an upstairs apartment in front of where we were living before. That’s all I can remember. We ended up in a better apartment and that’s where we settled there for about 5 years. Our apartment was getting smaller and smaller. It was like a crowd of ant all squished in. I t was my mom dad 2 cousins and my 3 sisters. One of them past away there. I knew Costa Mesa like the palms of my hands. Later on the family found out we had another baby on the way. The house prices were as high as a plane. All that lead to my parents decision, get a house. We got our house in Costa Mesa in a nice quiet area zone. It has 3 bedrooms, 2 bathrooms, front yard and back with an orange tree. In the front it has lots of beautiful flowers. It’s like a rainbow when you look at it. It has a chimney for whenever it gets cold we get warmed up. The mirrors in my room are the opening of my closet. I have a small Jacuzzi. My house is the second one from the corner. My home is a zoo, since I’m the oldest I have to take care of my monkeys (my sisters). Every night before I go to bed I lay awake and dream about about my future and where I would like to live. I would love to spend my days with joy with the other half of my heart. I would love to live in paradise in peace and with love. My flowers would have the smell of sweet candy. I would want to be awaken by the music of the birds.

__Hairs__

Everybody in my family has different kind of hair. My dad’s hair is curly/straight it’s in between. My dad has a big black thick mustache and under his mustache he has dimples. His hair is black and bushy. He has the lightest skin color in the family. His hair is like a bush. Above his lip he has a black long comb. My youngest sister is three years old. Her name is Sandra. She is very tiny almost like an ant. Her hair is lazy, black, and short. She’s cute as a button.

My other sister that comes after Sandra is nine years old. She has long hair and is chunky but very cute. She also has dimples. She is a little version of me. Her hair is long and wavy like the stems of a plant. After Maria its Elizabeth but we call her Elly for short. She is thirteen but is the same height as me. She’s the monkey. She is like chocolate cake in the aisle of vegetables. I’m the oldest and I’m fifteen years old. I’m short, have long hair and I have dimples. My eyes are like marbles. I’m the bull in the family. My mothers hair is straight and soft brown like brownies. My mom is the sunshine. She is also short.

__Different universe__

Parents and teens have their own world, teachers and students don’t mix and tall and with big are from different universe. Parents are boring, they yell and punish. Teens like to have freedom and just be. We like to go out Teachers like to pick and punish and always want us to obey but we like to talk and hang with our friends. It feels like in prisoner in class. Tall/big people are too big. They are always bumping into us short people and make us feel like ants. Since they are bigger they can reach for anything in the other hand we can’t all mix. They are different and wouldn’t understand.

__My name__

My name is Mayra. My name is Irish though I’m not Irish I am Mexican. It comes from Ireland and means bitter and sweet like candy. My name is exciting. It’s short and fast to say. My first three letters are M-A-Y like the month may its like spring with beautiful flowers, bunnies and a rainbow. It is the month September, I have five letters in my name. An odd number but I find it fair and unique.

Pet Lovers They say I'm fun and intelligent and probbaly that would be because they are seven years younger then me. My two neighboors are girls one of them is name Jazmin and the other Melissa .The are both eight years old and I'm fifteen. They are the queen of pets they both like pets.They have a fish, a turtle,dog,and a bunny.They always like to play around with their pets. Those are the only neighboors I talk to. Their hispanic just like us. The rest of the neighboors I dont know so I would consider them racis because they wont come out at all to talk not even the first day my family and I moved in. I think we should accept everyone of who they are but not everyone thinks the same. We shouldn't judge others backround and where they are coming from. My street is very quiet and their isn't much people around my age. Those are the only people I ever met. Sometimes I just see a young boy and girl playing at their front yard I never spoked to them before and I dont think I ever will.

Those Who live Those who live in my neighborhood dont speak to each other at all. My neighborhood is really quiet. My family and the next door are the omly hispanic people around here. Right in front of our houseis an old french lady that always carries a dog with herand the reason for thatis that she cant really see. The light damages her eye sight so she wont really go out on day time. No one really comes by around here. Before moving into this neighborhood I use to live with my kinnd of people. Hispanic people. I got use to to them because they are noisy compareto over here. The kids would be running towards the lonchera to buy snacks, The elotero to eat corn and the icecream man to buy icecream. Nothing like that happens here.

Diana Diana is my cousin. She is from my moms side of the family. She is married now and has a kid. When she was younger from what her mom told me she was a rebel. Her mom was one of the stricts mom. She was never allowed to go out. Her mom always said you are to young to go out and have a boyfriend. Well since Diana did not have the permission to go out she would sneak out. Diana's mom would hurted her in a way she didnt deserve and would not be forgiven. Their was a time when Diane felt very terrible. The mom really worry took her to see a doctor. The doctor said she was one month pregnant. My aunt felt ashame of her. Though the mexican belief when a lady gets pregnant she gets kicked out of the house but my aunt let ger stay. She was never allowed to go out. Locked in her room she wished to leave and hoped for the best.

Big Fish Where I was living mostly everyone was younger then me. I was the oldest one around my neighborhood. Every day I would go out with my neighbors and sisters to play. I felt like the big fish in the little pond. I was starting to develop certain things that my other neighboors were no developing. I did not feel right around them. I remember being at my aunt Rosa house. My little cousin otloud said Mayra has boob's. I just turned red as a tomatoe and did a half turn. They would play jumprope, singing their favorite song Cinderella kissed a fella... I would just watch. I started getting concerned about my looks and slowly by slowly I stopped playing.

Mama and Papa who wake up tired

Remembering the time when I was eight or seven years old. It was five in the morning wheni saw my parents sheding the tears. It was like those dark rainy days when it rains haeder and harder then you hear lightining. All confuse I would ask whats wrong but they would drop tear after tear. Finally the lightining strucked. God decided to take your sister in a better place. I didn't understand but I started crying because I knew she would never come back to live. My sister that was two years younger then me didn't know what was going on. I got frusturated and i got her from the shoulders and started yelling at her. Dont you understand she's dead you will no longer see her and hold her. My father calmed me down. I just wanted tosee her just one more time to kiss her and hold her. Just one last time.

A house of my own

Not a huge one nor a small one but the right one. A room of my own. Not just a room but a master bedroom with a porch. So that way I can go outside my porch and look at the stars. The stars and the moon. A quiet place. S o quiet that you can hear the birds in the morning and the wind at night. Sharing it with the people I love. Being awaken up by the voice of the birds. A cozy and warm one. With beautiful blooming flowers. With the moon gleaming. Not a house but a home.