Brooklyn 's Pov - Original Writing

Slowly getting out of bed with no emotion. Rubbed my tiredness eyes after realizing today was the first day in a new school. I heard things about Mary Beck Elementary that were both good and bad. I put on the outfit i layed out the night before on the right side of my antique rocking chair. A dark red t-shirt with a little coral heart on the left side near my chest with the words Por Eterno written in black ink on the inside of the heart. Dark wash relaxed cut jeans and black and white converse that seem as if i walked through a desert with them. Skipped breakfast and waited for bus 107 and as soon as i knew it i was on my way to Mary Beck Elementary.

Love is a game. The object of the game is for men to win the hearts of women. But winning the hearts of women is rare for men to do. The man in the poem “Love In Brooklyn”, is a novice player in the game of love. Because he is unfamiliar with the rules, he does not know how to win the hearts of women. Because of his lack of knowledge in women, he is extremely introverted when he interacts with women. He said, ““I love you, Horowitz”... and he blew his nose””(Line 1). The way he said “I love you” made the meaning of the statement lose its value. He also tried to prove to her that he loved her by comparing his love for her to a tank sliding through the trees (lines 12-14). He compares his love for her to destruction illustrating that he is clueless

New York is a state where there are big lights and lots of people and busy streets. I live in Brooklyn, New York and I was born here and I have lived here all my life. Personally, where I live I can walk to go get groceries that I need and everything is in walking distance. I take the public subway or the bus to get to school and there are many public schools here in Brooklyn, New York. There are delis and corner stores almost around every block. Here in Brooklyn, it is very noisy and busy. I am so used to the noise that I can sleep soundly even with all the noise that surrounds my house. Personally, I think that if I were not born here or was not a New Yorker, I would plan to move here when I get older.

Said Josh. “That’s not a bad idea. Let’s go ask him.” “Hey Mr. Mike-,” Mike interrupted them. “Call me Mike.” “Sorry sir. I mean Mike.

I thought one of the saddest things i had ever heard was when Coleman told me he doesn’t know if he feels anything but I think it maybe sadder that I’m losing faith in everything. It may not actually be any sadder but it is definitely hitting me harder than that did. I am so lonely in this world and I desperately need someone in my life that can help  me change that. Since I realized how officially done he and I were I’ve gotten super drunk four times and cried like a baby each time worse than the one before. I don’t even remember the last one and that’s not me. I hate not remembering and so fully embarrassing myself along side that I’ve pissed Dawn off and no one else even likes me well excuse me plenty of guys like me but you know what they

I fix a tiny strand of hair that is separated from the rest and look at myself in the mirror. Tonight is my night. I twirl in my rosy pink dress like a goof when I hear the doorbell ring. “Mom can you get that.” I shout from behind my bedroom door. I hear my mom say, “Oh my you look so handsome.”

We walk into the diner and sit at two stools at the front counter. A somewhat short woman with a lazy eye and her old age obvious comes over to take their order.

“Ryan.” Laurie called the man’s name, hoping he would help her with something. She had expected to hear his foot steps but instead heard a muffled, rough voice say ‘Yes dear?’ before he walked in the room. “Ryan!” She stood up and hugged him.

"What can I get you today Ponyboy." She said in an obnoxiously annoying itch "A new waitress Leah I don't feel like talking to you. She stomped off to the kitchen and got us a new waitress called Lou. We both ordered the same thing burgers and fries with a

She smiled at her father’s note. She then sighed and started getting dressed. She decided on something simple. A short red skirt with a gray tank top and red and gray jacket. She pulled on her sandals and brushed her hair. She put on minimal make-up, since she didn't really need it. Then she grabbed her bag, phone, and an apple to go. She hopped in her car and headed to the fifth school she had ever attended.

As I sat alone at my small table for two, I looked at my watch and noted the time of 12:10pm. As I glanced at the menu I slowly began scanning the dining area. As I suspected the lunch crowd was pretty full and I counted 36 customers in the dining area. My waiter arrived at my table and introduced himself. His name was Tony, although I am sure his full name was Anthony. He was average height, slim build, olive complexion, and dark hair. He was very polite and asked if I would like a drink before ordering and after my response he turned and retrieved my beverage. When he returned he asked if I need a few minutes to look over the menu and I responded that I did. Before leaving, he proceeded to tell me the lunch specials for the day and even made a recommendation. I thanked him as he turned and walked away.

On a day in which the sun was shining like a new fluorescent light bulb, I sat on a heated metal bench that was located in front of a large, stone fountain where a brace of ducks lingered, and I began to read Chasing Brooklyn.

She stubbed her cigarette on the heel of her shoe and flicked it to the side. It was time for her break, which would have amounted to five or six minutes, and instead of going to greet Cecil she lingered on stage with her back turned in his direction. She removed her compact mirror with intentions to spot-check her makeup. What she saw did not displease her: her eyes were outlined with mascara and kohl, the dark red tint to her lips had yet to run, and her rouge still looked quite nice against her pale complexion. She wore a beige-colored dress that came a few inches above her knees, exposing her stocking-cladded stick thin legs. The dress was straight and loose and covered her boyish figure. She wore a long bead of pearls around her neck. And if one looked close enough, they could see a dust of freckles over her button nose. She was everything her parents hated about the younger generation. No wonder they had set her up with such a

When Carlson finally came out, she greeted me and showed me to her desk where I could put my stuff. She noticed my lunchbox and said while laughing, “hopefully we’ll have time for lunch today.” She immediately introduced me

In the novel Brooklyn the definition of home is challenged, Toibin compares a home where there is familial simplicity and ease (Ireland), one with daring heights and chances (Brooklyn, New York) and Irishness. Eve Walsh Stoddard defines Irishness as “Irish by ancestry, a member of the diaspora”(167). Toibin exemplifies how those two representations of home conflict with Eilis’ “Irishness” of that time period. Personally, I would define home as a place where you are wanted. Eilis was put into diaspora initially because of the lack of career opportunities in Ireland. She had to immigrate to Brooklyn, New York, in search of greener pastures. Eilis was moved to this with the