The Hunger Of Manhattan - Original Writing

Then, for the first time, she turned and looked at him. And what she was waiting for was in her eyes. "Well, don't wait around here!" cried the boy savagely: "You won't see nothing!" Her lips moved.

Luckily the boy knew the area "it was and area of town I knew quite

Chay noticed that their uncle was not in his car when they walked out of the school. “Where is your car Uncle Jimmy,” Chay asked? “I’ll explain on the way home he said.” “Why are we getting in the preacher’s car,” Chay asked? Again he heard the same reply, “I’ll explain on the way home.”

“Thanks Mom” I said then rolled my eyes, good thing mom didn’t see that. I wish sometimes to be alone or just with Sasha. I ate my waffles in complete silence. Sometimes I think mom and dad want their old little girl back, but as I tell them their little girl is gone and will forever be gone. I finished my last bite, washed my plate, and left the apartment to see a familiar face. Lucas. How did he get my address? How he been stalking me? He better be passing by and not know where he is at otherwise I swear I will kick him in the….. Okay slow down Riles, figure out what he wants

“Whoa!” In the corner or her eye, she could see that the boy had tensed up along with throwing his hands out defensively,” No! Not even-”

A lone candle burns into the senseless night. Its wax trickling down its side. I stare at the clock and it is barely half past nine, yet time seems to stand still. I stare at the window and investigate the nasty mesmerizing blizzard falling outside my window. I could not grasp anything other than the snow. All I can do is moan as each passing second this bloody snow lingers and destroys my vision of a perfect Christmas, in which Santa would come and visit me in my sleep. At the time I was only four but I treasured Christmas and the snow surrounding it. Little did I know the damage that it would entail into my life.

“Oh, no. I just wanted to check the time out. I hate coming here because it 's always so packed but I love it at the same time because no really pays attention to you.”

“ We are at your house,” I said. When I saw Ponyboy running out of his house and telling me to go with him and run away. I was thinking of asking him, but did it anyway. “ Ponyboy, where are we going?” I said. He told me that we are just going to the park and come back home. We were at the park hanging out, until the Socs came.

Was there one time in your life where you felt strong and then lost hope and became weak? Well in the story The Fight By Adam Bagdasarian there is a boy who was very cocky and got into a fight. He acts like a strong boy but that all changes right after he challenges a kid to a fight. This boy sees the world in a negative way because he became scared, weak, and hopeless.

It was a cold Sunday afternoon in the South Bronx, New York City. Almost everyone was inside due to the howling wind that could peel the skin off of one’s face if they stayed outside to long. It had been especially cold this December and it was forecasted to get even colder in the upcoming winter months after Christmas. Sammy Roberts hated this cold weather and he thought of every possible way that he could move his family to somewhere warmer and safer for all of them. Unfortunately, money had been tight for the Roberts’ family last month, and Sammy and his wife, Gloria, weren’t sure if they were going to be able buy their children presents for Christmas or even pay the monthly rent. Sammy worked for the maintenance department of the city;

“Wait!” At the sound of the voice, he stands still where he is, when he looks back, the boy is looking at him, almost pleading for some company. He's been feeling a little lonely, lately; now even the company from a stranger would make him feel better. There’s no reason to return after work he's regularly left exhausted; yet, he turns back, not once able to ignore the call from striking feral eyes, and he knows that will be the cause of his

The book is set in New York City and focuses specifically on immigrant women and their families as they adapt to both cultural and social changes that influence their daily lives. The methodology of research used was ethnography and the observation of families in their natural state to better understand the idea of the birth weight paradox amongst the immigrant population.

A homeless kid’s fate turns on the next encounter. There are too many disadvantaged young people in all places. There are those who are fortunate enough to go to a homeless shelter, and live life that is a little improved than on the streets. Then there are isolated and defeated kids. Kids in towns and cities who are without youth shelters; asylums to escape from the dangers of the streets, are uncertain of their future.

According to Finkelstein, she states; “An estimation of 500,000 to 1.5 million youth in America run away from or are kicked out of their homes” (Introduction, P.2). In this book, Finkelstein explores the day-to-day lives of homeless youth and observes the world under their viewpoint and position. She studied a sample of 50 children from the East Village of New York, around Tompkins Square Park, East River Park, and the nearby locales. The researcher conducted her fieldwork throughout two successive summers, as in the view of the fact that the street kids usually travel to New York in the summer time. The author provides the readers an understanding of their lives by virtue of ethnographic interviews and observations, which carries as a fundamental verified of information and help combine numerous perspectives. Finkelstein offered a broad picture and knowledge of the street kids by aiming to assist social services institutions to deal with this predominantly disregarded population.

The boy was silent for a moment before he said aloud in thickly accented English, "My name is Novis." And in his own language, "help me up."