Maya Elzabeth Queen-Original Writing

The other Wes Moore written by Wes Moore is about two completely different life stories that have completely different outcomes. Two young men with the same name, lived in the same neighborhood, yet they chose two different paths to walk through life. The author chose going to school and getting an education. The other Wes Moore chose the path of drugs and alcohol. Each Wes had events that help shape the path they would walk on through life.

Ex: The maelstrom of snow-filled wind made her face feel as if it were frozen solid.

Kayla grabbed his t-shirt and toddled after him as he bolted for the source of the noise, her short legs taking two steps for each of his.

She hurried away from the window, fearful that the thing would look up and see her watching. She scurried into the closet and closed her eyes, praying that it wouldn’t get inside. The girl heard feet hit the floor near the window and knew it had entered her tower. She peeked out through the slats in the closet door and gasped at what she saw.

Frantically trying to find her way up the cold, dark stairs she trips over old, dirt covered shoes, dusty ragged dolls who’s dresses have been torn, and moldy glass bottles. As she gets to the the top she pulls trying to open the brown, wooden door, her hope of getting out anytime soon starts to vanish as the flickering light goes off behind her. Never being in the basement for very long , she never noticed how badly it had smelled of insects, and rotting mice. Deliberately she climbs back down the uneven staircase to the cobwebbed entrance.

The ancient Maya were a group of American Indian peoples who lived in Southern Mexico. Their descendants, the modern Maya,live in the same regions today.

Little Marie ran up them as fast as she could, skipping steps along the way. It was a little bit lighter up in the attic because of the small square window. She liked it up there much better even though it wasn’t any safer. First off, the thing that is chasing her could still be up there and second, the building is falling apart piece by piece. As she started to walk, the wood creaked and splinters of wood started to fall from the ceiling. She walked a little faster, but calmer this time. She heard noises from the other side of the room. She hid in and out of the junk that was piled up in the attic of the old Lidtke Mill. Marie

After she heard the noise and walked to see there was nothing there. She went back to check on the girls and seen there was only 3 of them when she seen that there were 3. She put on a bunch of heavy clothes and she went outside to look. When she found her,

"Lauren," Whitney was in disbelief while her daughter just broke down. She couldn’t take it. She broke out into a sprint and she escaped. She escaped from her daughter. She escaped from the murder. She was away from everything. Nothing could stop her now. Not her daughter, the police, her husband's girlfriend, or anybody else. All of her innocence was gone, she truly was on her own, and she was heading who knows

Luke pulled away and smiled at her. He nodded before he pressed a gentle kiss to her lips, and then he rested his head on her chest. Jaylee wrapped one arm around his waist, and the other caressed his hair.

Maya loves her brother immensely with full admiration and gratitude. She goes as far as to saying she wanted to “live a Christian life just to show God that I was grateful [for having Bailey].” She loves him not only because he was actually attractive, being “small, graceful, and smooth” with “velvet-black skin,” the opposite of her, but he provided the affection she had been lacking form other family members; he was the closest thing she had to a parental figure. Being the “pride of the Henderson/Johnson family,” Bailey received scarce punishments for his rambunctious antics, a factor that came in handy when aiding Maya. Dismayed at her appearance, the elders in Maya’s family would ridicule and undermine her. Seeing the hurt emanate from Maya,

“I’m so sorry mom; I didn’t mean to scare you.” Margot sniffled from the cold.

His fern eyes lingered on the television before making their way towards us with a look of judgment and assessment. His hand loosened the short French braid his curly, blonde hairs were constrained in.

She looked at the priest as he tried to study his bible a little longer than usual, she looked at someone for help as she felt her heart stop and sink like the Titanic. She looked at the man that was going to run away from her.He looked her at her eyes ,sighed and then he made the announcement that crushed her world. He told her and everyone there that their wedding was off.And just like that her childhood lover, friend, and partner disappeared from her life and left her at the alter… alone.

Maya wrote a bunch of autobiographies. She wrote all of them through her career. One of them is All of God’s Children Need Traveling Shoes. She wrote it in 1986. She also wrote A Song Flung Up to Heaven. She wrote that in 2002. But even after all of those books I Know Why A Caged Bird Sings is her most popular autobiographie work. She published poetry too. One of her poems are Just Give Me A Cold Drink ‘Fore I Die. She wrote that in 1971. That got her nominated for a Pulitzer Prize.