Degrassi Takes Manhattan
(Samantha )
I gracefully climbed out of my F12berlinetta and headed inside. I tossed a glance at the large mirror in the foyer and smiled at my reflection. My Free People Embroidered Flamenco Dress just barely brushed my flawless thighs and my Giuseppe Zanotti Fringe Studded Suede Sandals looked stunning against my tan skin. My dark hair had been pulled back into a messy over the shoulder braid and was adorned with a Free People Feather Headband. Besides a Turquoise Dream Catcher Pendent from Free People, I was completely accessory free.
Turning on my heel, I headed into the main sitting room to find a horrendous site. Andrew, Courtney, Jane, Spinner, and a few of their other friends sat around on the luxury couches and arm chairs. I was still pissed at Andrew ever since our blowout about kissing him and him not paying me enough attention. My mouth flattened into a line as I gracefully collapsed onto one of the armchairs. "What the hell are you doing here?" I growled, locking eyes with my twin. "Mom suggested that we should come and visit while we're in New York. Look Samantha , I-" he attempted, but I cut him off with a sharp glare. "Talk to someone who cares Andrew", I growled, checking my messages. "Samantha he just wants-" Courtney started, but was interrupted by another voice. I turned my head and saw my little sister standing in the door way.
My "little sister" was technically my six year old niece but her parents had died of a heroin overdose a few months ago and she had been living with us ever since. Her naturally tanned skin showed her african american heritage as did her thick mass of blonde ringlets that fell about halfway down her back. Allison looked as if she had stepped out of a Fr...
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...ew York, middle class families grocery shopping, mom's struggling to keep their kids under control. I headed straight toward the baby section, picked up the smallest bag of Huggies pull-ups available and went into the check out line. It was unusual to wait in line, most of the time everyone let me get in front of them, but not this time. "You're daughter is so cute", a woman with dull brown hair and ragged clothing complimented as I checked out. Before I could say thank you, she continued to speak. "I have four of my own all under five. Ever since the economy hit the fan I can barely afford to keep them clothed, but I'm trying". Her face showed the sincerity of her story. She handed me a plastic bag and grinned at me, looking sad. "Thanks. Actually, she's my little sister", I explained, chuckling. I slid a few hundreds towards her and I walked over to the bathroom.
Miss Moore tries to show Sylvia and her friends the division between their poor society and the neighborhood of the people who are in a higher society. She says, "Imagine for a minute what kind of society it is in which some people can spend on a toy what it would cost to feed a family of sex or seven." (Bambara, 461) Sylvia begins to understand and wonder about the division be...
She stands a staggering 5 feet 2 inches tall, weighs a massive 95 pounds, and has short, brown hair and brown eyes. I see my older sister Leslie. Others see a model of perfection. Don't get me wrong, my sister and I are close and have been inseparable since birth. My mother has kept pictures of us ranging from the time we shared a playpen as babies to just recently at Leslie's graduation. For seventeen years, we've shared every life experience imaginable, and we've dealt with the trials and tribulations that come with growing up. But in September, she left home to attend the University of California at Irvine, leaving me to face life alone. However, it gave me the opportunity to live life by myself as Ryan, instead of Leslie's little brother.
My mother was a very well-tempered woman, who kept to herself. Like Suzette, I didn’t know much about my mother’s background, or a lot of the pain and hardship she went through until I was older. This is when I realized why my mother conducted herself the way she did, because of all the pain she had built up inside of her from her past. For example; it was very hard to get my mother to talk during emotional situations, she was always quiet and would just mostly stare at you in silence. My mother was born in Philadelphia on October 3rd, 1966. Diane was the oldest of her four siblings, and if it’s as common as I think older siblings tend to have it harder than the others because they have to set examples, their looked up to as the protectors, and are just assigned a lot of responsibility at a young age.
Gabi Rodriguez is a senior in high school and must come up with a project to graduate. Her first idea was to do statistics in foster care. She gets a name of a girl who is foster care from her teacher, Tyra, and when she is talking to her, Tyra tells her that she’s pregnant. She talks about how things have changed since she became pregnant, and
Sally is amongst the most wonderful mothers I have ever known. She begins each morning – rain-or-shine, lively-or-sick – at three o’clock sharp, when the late night grasshopper chirps are mixed with those of the early birds’. Now, she doesn’t arrive at work until nine and only spend thirty minutes getting herself freshened-up, dressed, and fed. So where does all of her remaining time go? The short answer is: Sally is devoted to singlehandedly preparing her daughter for each day ahead. No lack of congratulations is welcomed for her nor the thousands of mothers who struggle with the same tasks of caring for their infants. Like other mothers, Sally wakes, bathes, dresses, feeds, and prepares a list of items that her daughter will need at the
In the essay "Overcoming Abuse - My Story", Shawna Platt talks about her childhood with her alcoholic parents and her struggles. She has experienced neglect, domestic, emotional and sexual abuse. She also talks about how she overcame all the abuse, the way the abuse effected her mental health, and how she broke the cycle with her children. While reading this essay, the one incident stood out the most was that her parents left Shawna alone with her newborn sister. At the time, Shawna was only ten years old.
His grades are increasing because of the extra credit work. Tyler is happy that his grades are increasing. Tyler can join the Beta club and the National Honor Society club. Tyler has always wanted to be a part of something at school. Tyler is grateful for his teachers and friends. Tyler starts on his first project for the National Honor Society club. Tyler’s friends are also in the National Honor Society club. They love the club. It has been very beneficial to their studies and social life at school. Tyler and his friends work on their projects together. After the group finishes their projects, they decide to go to the movies to celebrate. They see the new Harry Potter movie. Tyler is thrilled to celebrate with his friends at the movies. While they are at the movies, Tyler’s parents barge into the theater and join them. Tyler and his friends enjoyed the movie and the snacks. Tyler’s parents did not enjoy watching the new Harry Potter movie, but they are happy that Tyler and his friends enjoyed the movie. Tyler’s friends and family drive home. While Tyler’s parents are driving home, they get into a car wreck. They are killed instantly. Tyler is devastated to hear such news from the police. Tyler goes to the scene of the accident and he sees his parents are dead. Tyler is scared and doesn’t know what is going to happen next. The police check the scene. The police tell Tyler that he will have to go into Foster Care. Tyler is scared to go into Foster Care, but he knows that it is what’s best for him. Tyler rides in the back of the police car to a new foster home. When Tyler gets to the home. The parents introduce themselves and they talk about the accident. Tyler is worried about his school and his friends. The police tell Tyler that he will have to switch schools and make new friends. Tyler hates this idea of changing schools and making new
It was a hot and muggy day, to hot to go to school. We were walking to the white bus stop and we were having to go to Miz Lillian Jean’s school, but we got to ride the bus to school. “Stacey, ain’t you excited!” I exclaimed. “No,” Stacey was furious “I waz suppoust to help Mr. Morrison, Mama, and Big Ma. But no I just haz ta go to school in August.” He was stomping around in a rude manner and making me miserable.
I went to Walmart on a bright sunny Saturday morning, when I walked in the store, I noticed a woman and her child I then began to secretly follow them as they shopped. As I observed the mother with her Four year old daughter, I noticed that the four year old was very demanding toward her mother about everything. As I walked around the story secretly following the mother and her daughter, I realized that the little girl wanted everything that she saw just like any other typical child. Everything that the little girl wanted she picked up and put it into her mother's shopping cart without asking her.
You would think that after nine months of baby planning, Nicole would have everything that a baby would need, like diapers, food, and clothes. But like I said before, Nicole was a true party girl, always living life on the edge and taking the fast road in life, and defiantly never planning for anything, and apparently did nothing of this sort. Nine days later, baby Anna and mommy Nicole were at our front door. Anna had on an old looking nightgown and a dirty bib, and to tell you the truth, her mother Nicole was not looking much better. The diaper bag that Nicole was grasping looker fairly new, but we couldn’t help but notice that it was barley filled. She had only two jars of baby food, and maybe one or two diapers for Anna.
My room wasn't that far up. Only 21E. Second floor. I opened the door. Robin had already tarted setting up. All of her stuff was blue and purple. "Hey Bri! Great luck we have, huh? She piped enthusiastically. I smiled. "Yeah. I sat down on the bed and started setting up. I set up some art supplies on the desk. I really liked to draw. "Do you think there's an art club Robin?" I asked anxiously. "Yeah, probably. I mean it's HIGH SCHOOL. What club isn't there" She had a point I shrugged and continued. 'I wonder if anyone is going to actually talk to me this year' I thought. If I had the chance to escape my destiny, I would definitely do it. I'm tired of people thinking I'm a monster because my mom was. I wish they would give me a chance. My face didn't help my reputation. I'm a white as a sheet, and my eyes look like poison. I'm a walking
Her immediately family is composed of three brothers and a sister as her siblings. One of her brothers is married to a white female and the sister has never married but has had relationships and has a white child out of wedlock. The person we are investigating or our subject has two Caucasian children out of wedlock. One of her children is aged 24years while the other is seven years old. The subject has had several recurring problems in her life and these include mental problems, alcoholism and drug abuse. Her family members have their lives described in the following paragraph.
On July 19, 2004, my baby sister, Kadie Parks Allison, was born. She had blue eyes, like the color of the sky, and red hair, like the color of a strawberry. Her skin was like a porcelain baby doll. She was a very beautiful baby, and everyone instantly fell in love. My parents quickly realized that Kadie was not a happy baby.
Purpose: Why there should be more enforcement on preventing child labor. I reminisce about the young days when I was a child. How I would feel as though the world would end, each time if I didn’t get the barbie that mum assured me we would get the next time. Resulting in me crying in the outlet making a fool out of mum. Begging, scratching and holding onto her leg literally dragging her back to where the barbie aisle was located and practically forcing her to buy it.
Each hot summer day seemed endless; picnics, playing house, dolls, applying make-up. Alyssa and Ashley were sisters more than that, they were best friends. They each had a spray of freckles across cute little turnip noses, grins that would light up a room. Everyday they would grab snacks putting them into their favorite blankets, small enough that their little hands could hold. After stuffing their favorite foods into their blankets they journeyed to a beautiful pond about a mile away from the house. There they played and swam for hours on end. Every direction the girls looked flowers of all colors bloomed; mostly black-eyed susans. When the wind blew blew just right, the trees would sway over the pond creating ripples in the water. The beach was covered with pebbles. The sound of laughter was everywhere. One of the neighbors had given the girls a row boat to play with in the water. The girls would jump from side to side rocking the boat until it almost tipped, it was a sight.