It was during an extremely chilling December, and no matter how many layers I wrapped around myself, the cold always managed to find its way to my bones. It was my first time in New York and my first time staying in another country, without family. I was renting out an apartment in a dingy section of lower Manhattan, or rather; my parents were renting it, and I was occupying it. Everything was the same color in that neighborhood; it was the kind of dirty gray that gets swept up into the air of long forgotten basements and warehouses. In addition to the lack of color, there were absolutely no stairs to get to my apartment; I was as far down as you could get without going underground.
This prank changed Marigold's life for ever, it made her homeless and left her alone and frightened. This is Marigold's story; "Muuuummm, the electricity meter has ran out again!" Marigold yelled to her Mother from the smelly old cupboard which housed the meter. Marigold was a scruffy little child who was on the brink of becoming a teenager, she shared her one-bedroom, ancient, rotting flat with her extremely bright, animal-loving sister Lily and their eccentric Bohemian Mother, Daisy. The home they shared was a far cry from being normal with their Mother's foul smelling scented candles lit in every room in the house, incense sticks wafted ghastly odours to the entrance of the flat and rainbow coloured flower motifs domineered every wall in the house.
It was freezing hard enough to split the stones, and I myself was lying back in an armchair, being unable to move on account of the gout, when I heard their heavy and regular tread,  and could see them pass from my window. "They defiled past interminably, with that peculiar motion of a puppet on wires, which belongs to them. Then the officers billeted their men on the inhabitants, and I had seventeen of them. My neighbor, the crazy woman, had a dozen, one of whom was the Commandant, a regular violent, surly swashbuckler. "During the first few days, everything went on as usual.
A lump I could not swallow, a lump that would not let me talk and sent me into a deep remembrance of my past memories that I had shared with my granddad. As everyone in the room had been silent, the only thing that had brought me back to reality had been the shrieks of the telephone. I had been helping my uncle in the dining room, as we emptied out the front and living room furniture. The whole dining room had looked gloomy, as usually the light would have been beaming in through the glass doors, as bright as a hot summer’s day. We had cleared all the furniture, except for the big, white, u-shaped sofas in both rooms that we could not get through the doors, which as a result of, my uncle had decided to leave it there.
The Day I will Never Forget A punch a shove, "where is the money she boomed characteristercally. I was now in a tornado of perplexity .The situation was to ghastly to contemplate, "Our father who art in heaven, I made a silent prayer. It all happened during one sunny and fine Saturday on the twenty fifth of May two thousand and three when l woke up to the most annoying voice in the whole world that of my crony Matt who was barking and shouting all over face. After miserably managing to struggle out of bed with Matt throwing pillows at me l headed for the bathroom. There l remember fully waking up after the cold water roughly touched my face.
The sky became inky, and the temperature outside had dropped below zero degrees. Darwin Fayreweather received a text issuing a severe winter storm warning followed by one from Black Oak School cancelling lessons the next day. The blowing snow became a blizzard; giant drifts formed against the side of the house, over cars and blocking the roads. With classes cancelled, Jessie and Megan slept in front of the fire once again. The Fayreweather twins regularly asked to sleep in front of the fire instead of in the basement and their mother often agreed.
I stood up warning him to be quiet, but he would not listen. I remember my temper suddenly slipping off. He was almost as big as me, but when I knelt down to scold him, accumulated anger in my eyes, I couldn’t stop myself. I wrapped my hands around his neck as he tried to run away and for a second all I saw was terror before I watched life drain out of his body. Maura and Toby arrived just minutes later to find me sobbing uncontrollably in the floor, not being able to look at the dead body a few feet away.
The shirt that I was wearing was stuck to my body and my face had turned all red. I got up to wash up telling my mom that I would be ok. As I opened the door to my room I could smell something burning, and it seemed like my mom had forgotten the brownies in the oven. It was very unusual of her to do such a thing because she was always precautious with everything she did, and she would be extra careful today because her sister was coming after not seeing her for 3 years. This day had started off very badly and I didn’t like where it was heading. My mom ran down stairs, and I so did I so that I could be some kind of help for her.
I'd wanted to ask her. She hated the house that much." The destruction of this symbol of poverty gave her a spark of hope that she and her family would move up in the world, that eventually snowballed into a much larger hatred. She was always ashamed of her past and did everything in her power to improve her status. Even when she was sixteen years old, her mother recalls the urge Dee had to improve everything she could.
“The deep voice screamed like a cat that had given birth for the first time. I turned around and spotted my mom in tears and a dark figure along with her. As they came closer it appeared to be my dad. I through myself to him and literally hugged him to death. My brother Jacob came sprinting and his nose was full of snout and couldn’t believe his own eyes.