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My Neighborhood - Original Writing

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At first glance most people wouldn 't describe my neighborhood as, “ beautiful and appealing.” In fact, most people probably wouldn 't even describe my neighborhood as, “livable.” Broken glass, bags of chips, cans of soda and wrinkle pieces of old newspaper litter the ground; making it seem that the people who live here consider the ground their own personal dumpster. Several houses are boarded up; abandoned for such a long time I don 't even know if people actually lived there in the first place. Graffiti is scrawled across the sides of these houses giving a somewhat vibrant appearance to these otherwise gloomy homes. No one’s yard gives the suggestion that it 's being maintain. The grass grows in sporadic patches like spots on a Dalmatian. At night, nothing illuminates the deserted sidewalks as a result of the broken street lamps. This causes outsiders of our neighborhood to be warily of taking shortcuts through it. These people who look at my neighborhood and see all those things are just simply refusing to see the beauty within. They don 't know about the single father who works two jobs to send his three children to a Catholic school. They don 't know about the little girl who goes around with her little, red wagon picking up pieces of trash. They don 't know about the former navy soldier who makes it a point to say, “Hello” to anyone who crosses his path. They don 't know about the teenager boy who helps the elderly in the neighbor by taking out their trash

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