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Small but affordable. A three-bedroom house I spent a fraction of my high school
life there. White with brown trim, one-story and only one bathroom. (Three girls
sharing one bathroom.) A big roomy kitchen makes up for a lot of the cons of the
home. (You can say it's a pro.) (The kitchen) Spacious backyard (Lots of big
spiders) with a stone pathway leading to a swinging bench (Yay fun!). There is
enough room to play volleyball back there. Bamboo lines the side fences. (This
little Asian lady pops up every so often to ask for some.)
I
just got home from school. Right when I walked through the door my mom tried to
make me give her my phone (she didn't pay for it). We began to argue, "Give me
the phone!” she yelled. "No. You didn't pay for it!” I replied. Back and forth
we went until she jumped on me (she's kind of big).
We wrestled (on my bed) a few minutes until I broke free and ran. I ran to the
front door (she blocked me) so I ran to the backyard and hopped over the fence
(I knew she wouldn’t). I ran down my hill to the bus stop (caught the bus to
Bart) and ran away.
Vermont St.
Pepto bismal pink was the color with forest green trim. A fraction of my middle
school life was spent here. A three-floor apartment building (not sure how many
apartments?) with an unsafe parking garage. (My dad's car was broken into plenty
of times). The Oakland hills.... (Didn't spend much time exploring these parts)
There was a laundry room downstairs next to the unsafe parking garage, (One
washer and one dryer) what a bonus!) which led to an outside deck. This laundry
room was spooky (I always spent my time with my back against the wall so I was
sure nobody was creeping up on me.) The flights of stairs were horrendous to
carry ANYTHING up.
She (my step-mom) stormed in the house (she just got off work). Unsure of her
issues I tried to stay out of her way. My dad was in their room in his office
(the bathroom) on the toilet. I was lying in my bed watching TV until Chanyle
(my little sister) came in “I want to watch Next Friday” she said.
“I’m watching You Got Served right now Nel (That’s what I call her) we can watch
it after.” I replied. She began to cry
“I want to watch my movie” she yelled. Her mom
(my step-mom) comes in the room,
“What’s wrong Chanyle?” she asked.
“I want to watch Next Friday mom” she replied.
“Why can’t she watch her movie? ” she (my step-mom) asked.
I
am entitled to do whatever I want in my room even though I share my room with my
little sister that doesn’t mean she can come in when she wants to and regulate
(She’s five).
5273 Ervin Ct.
She was a beauty (my grandma). Canary yellow with white trim I also spent a
fraction of my high school life here. What was once a five-bedroom home she (my
grandma) jazzed it up and made it a modern day two-story masterpiece.
The kitchen
Marble wood floors, granite counter tops, dishwasher, and an open bar. (Fuckin'
beautiful)
The master bedroom
Upstairs was a secluded area with its own bathroom, shower, and a sliding door
that led to a private balcony.
(Smoke and a pancake?) Two closets, not counting the smaller one next to the
bathroom with towels and other necessities.
The family room
Swiveling chairs, a big flat screen TV, a love seat (no love making) followed by
more swiveling chairs.
It was Easter all my cousins (girls) have on (princess like) dresses, with their
baskets next to them. (They found them this morning). I woke up at eight (I was
tired). My little sister came in my room, "Sissy did you find yours?” she asked.
"No I haven't got up yet.", I replied (me being lazy). I got up and found my
note neatly written (by my mom of course) that read "Good morning look in
mommy's closet for your basket!". We walk to her room, look in her closet (move
all her shoes). Nothing but another note that read, "Nope not here! Look in the
garage?". We race to the garage (not really), open the door and there it was (my
basket). We used to get dressed and go to her (my grandma's) house (5273 Ervin
ct.). But not anymore (she passed).
1611 Spruce St.
This home is pretty new to me.
Orange stucco wraps around the house with dark brown trimming. The atmosphere
was the most unique I've ever seen. (Not that I've never seen a home like this
before.) A fairly wealthy family owns this house; historical pictures line the
walls with the families name in captions.
This home is where my friends and I go to relax and hang out, while the
owners are in Chile.
I
had a stressful day at school and work so I decide I need to clear my head. I
text Sophie, “Hey, what you doing?” I asked.
“Nothing. You off work yet?” she replied.
“Yeah let’s go to the hills (1611 Spruce St.) ” I text her back.
Next thing you know were off to the hills (Me, my boyfriend, Sophie, and some
others). We had a bottle stashed in the freezer (Nice and Cold) for our next
visit (today). Everyone was drunk by the end of the night, we danced and took
pictures then fell asleep.