Natalia Rossatte. One of the few people in the world who actually appreciated me for who I am. I met her when I moved to Alameda County, California when I was around five. I was in Berkeley with my dad, visiting a relative in college when I first saw her. I was the one who approached her first. My dad left me alone, sitting at a table outside of a coffee shop while he went to do some other stuff. There I sat alone, biting my already disgusting, chewed up nails when I saw Natalia and her mom going inside the coffee shop. Eager to make some new friends, I stood up and walked into the shop and saw them waiting in line. I walked up beside them and poked Natalia’s shoulder. Yeah, that was kind of weird of me. After that little awkward moment of Natalia staring at me weirdly for poking her, we started talking about the most random things ever. I’m pretty sure her mother didn’t mind a little stranger talking to her daughter. When my dad came back, Natalia and I said our last goodbyes and I left. It wasn’t until second grade that I met Natalia again. …show more content…
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You would like to walk between four white buildings that were labeled from A to D. Each building was five stories high with a navy color roof that connected to each other with silver bridges that were located on the third floor. The windows of the buildings have two functional navy window shutters; under each window, they have a navy rectangle flower pot with the school crest on it that planted with city flower blue hydrangea. At building B where the elementary, Angel Ja'Micniles is Angela little brother had entered his second grade with his new neighbor Lina the sister of Alexander and Melano Ja'Beacher. He sat on a round table with three other seven years old kids.
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“Stop gawking at yourself. Who are you? You think you’re so pretty? Why don’t you keep your room clean like your sister? How’ve
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. I always went to the same synagogue B’nai Chaim, although I had a baby naming ceremony at a synagogue in Denver. The Hebrew name the rabbi and my parents agreed on Ruth Alessia. I got the name Ruth from my grandmother who passed away and Alessia because it close to my middle name Alyssa. I went to religious school every Sunday from 6 years old to 14 years old.
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Isabelle Williams was so excited for the grand opening of the new library. She lives in Austin, Texas. It was Saturday, June 24th, 2010. Izzy has long blonde hair, dark green eyes, and very pale skin. She is twelve years old and is an only child.
“But it’s a trick, Tally. You’ve only seen pretty faces our whole life. Your parents, your teachers, everyone over sixteen.
Miss Sadie Miss Sadie no longer sits in her rocking chair on her porch on summer days. But I still can see her. The old chair squeaking with every sway of her big, brown body. Her summer dresses stained from cooking. I smell her sweet smelling kitchen.
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