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my oldest sister, ariel, is 22. she got married last year to a man named Leo(nardo). they have a respectable black house on the east side of town. i knock on the black door of the black house with black trim and black curtains. the door opens a crack which is kind of ironic considering the whole "crime town" thing. "Hello?" says a raspy voice. "ariel? it's ash. can i come in?" the door opens wider and my sister appears in the doorway. she motions for me to come in. i follow her down a charcoal colored hallway into a charcoal colored kitchen. "sit." she says pointing to the table. we sit at the table facing each other. she is very pale clammy looking. "are you sick?" i ask her. "yes." is all she says. when she sees the surprised expression on my face she keeps talking. "yes i am sick, but not like everyone else. i just have a common cold." she assures. "are you positive?" i ask. "yes!" once i am reassured i get up to make some tea. while i am doing that, i tell her about home. "Our house is really crowded with 11 people in it!"i tell her. "Ten? when did mom have four more kids?" "she didn't. north and his kids are staying with us." i answer. "but why?" "Fox and Ruby are sick and north can't take care of them." "oh, i understand." I chat with Ariel a bit more, but soon it's time to leave. "i'd better go. mom needs this broth." i am reluctant to leave because i know i have to go back to a house full of sick people. "ash! i have an idea! you could come and stay here for a few days to help me! i can barely contain all the thoughts running through my head. Yes!, will mom let me?, probably not., just maybe?, oh i hope so!, were just a few them. i finally decide on; "I would love too, but mom probably wouldn't agree. i really would l... ... middle of paper ... ... at me for a moment then says these few words: "How in the bloody megalopolis did you know all that?" i shrug and say: "Just by looking at you." Sid stares for another moment. "you said your name is ash?" "Yeah, what about it?" "I guess you just look like ash" he laughs. "funny, you look nothing like sid." i frown. "sorry,you're a smart kid." he says. "it's okay, and your lunch break is over." he glances an hiz watch. "Thanks! see ya around Ash!" "goodbuy!" i smile and wave. i burst through the door to my house and run into the living room. my mother is mopping foreheads again. i kneel down to help her. “Hello Mother.” i say casually. “did you get the food?” she doesn’t look up. “yes.” “and did you visit your sister?” “yes.” “good, good. and how is she?” “she has a cold.” “Just a cold?” “mm hm. she asked if i would come stay with her for a fe days to help.” “Ha!
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“Hi Daisy”, Abby says while taking a seat across from me. At that moment, my jaw literally dropped, and my mouth went speechless and dry. “Daisy!” Mom snapped, giving me “The Look”. I quickly closed my mouth and said hi. As we spent a few minutes in awkward silence after I said hi, I sat there staring aimlessly into her face. I wasn’t trying to be rude but she w...
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I open the door of the car. Unfortunately I am here. I need my family quilts. That is my only purpose for this visit. Well, I also want to persuade my family to leave the dump they call a home. I am wearing a long dress, despite the hot weather. It is full of yellows and oranges that reflect the sun. I am also wearing the prettiest bracelets that dangle every time I move. I can tell Mama likes it. Maybe if she finally leaves her way of life, she might be able to experience such treasures that I own. I have also changed my hair in two stylish long pigtails. The new black culture is here. Mama should try it. Maggie goes “Uhnnnh” at my appearance. What does that mean? Can’t she speak? I quickly call my boyfriend, “Wa-su-zo-Tean-o!” I need a distraction from this awkwardness. “Aslamalakin, my mother and sister!” He tries to hug Maggie, but she acts and looks weird. She is trembling and is that perspiration falling of her chin? Yuck! I ignore her and go back to the car to get my Palariod. I stoop down quickly and start taking pictures of Mama with Maggie sitting in front of the house. I do not exactly like the house ...
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Paleness rushes over Janine’s body as she stands there; her face looking as if she seen a ghost. With no hesitation, she slowly shuts the door. The women knocks again, but this time Janine doesn’t answer. “What are you doing here? Go away!” Janine says.
After I protested, my mother was promptly possessed by Momzilla. “Read not because of what you already know, but because of what you will learn,” her face scrunched up as she scolded me. In a few moments, the smell of burnt food hit our noses. Covering my nose with my hand, my mother swiftly returned to the kitchen to fix our lunch, leaving me in utter shock. Afraid of disappointing my mother, I obeyed her commands. I ran downstairs and skipped to the backyard to read the book outside.
“Thanks for the support,” I muttered. I became slightly irritated over her refusal to help me, but as usual
It was a cold October afternoon in 1996, and I raced down the stairs and out the front door, in an attempt to avoid my mother's questions of where I was going, with whom, and when I'd be back. I saw my friend Kolin pull up in his rusted, broken-down gray van, and the side door opened as Mark jumped out and motioned for me to come. I was just about to get in when my mother called from the front doorway. She wanted to talk to me, but I didn't want to talk to her, so I hopped in pretending I hadn't heard her and told Kolin to drive off.
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Aunt Leslie then snapped me out of my deep thought asking whether I was okay. I told her I was even if it was obviously a complete lie. "So shall we go back to Geraldine tomorrow morning? Or would you like to leave in the evening?"
“I have to tell my parents, but thanks,” I said before I closed the car door and walked to the front door of my house. What was I going to tell them? I knew my mother was going to be furious when I told her I let some boy into the house when both her and my father were out.
After half an hour of waiting for someone to call and my sister and dad to come home also thinking about what to do. I gave up and went to take a shower. When I came out, my bed was made and my mom called me down for breakfast, which I didn’t feel like having. I just drank a glass of orange juice. My mother went to the porch to sit. After a few seconds I decided to join her. Since I had nothing better to do at that moment, I asked her where my sister and dad had gone. All she said was “I don’t know”. I gu...
It was a beautiful sunny morning; you could hear the birds singing in the background. I just woke up after a long sleep. It was now 11am and everyone was awake whizzing all around the house and I wondered what all the havoc was about. I came across my mum and asked, “What was going on”. I got no reply. It was like my mum didn’t even see me if I was invisible. After that I could not be bothered to ask because it looked like another busy Sunday morning.