Street furniture

into my new home. I no longer spent nights staying up at night, praying for no one to vandalize or intrude into our home. There were not abandoned, wrecked cars scattered in this discreet neighborhood. There was not as much garbage littering the streets like my previous home. Neighbors smiled and greeted me as I walk to school in the morning. I was able to

they were twins and he wanted to keep a secret. His brother betrayed them and now it’s time for payback. “Members, a betrayer has come now. It’s time for some payback,” Kole confidently told his members. I was just walking through Baker Street, which is the street the alley they were

At night, dogs prowled the streets, their heavy paws slamming against the cold, hard concrete. Their masters holding them from behind, restraining them from running away wild, rampaging along the quiet city. The civilians called them the Guards, always roaming the streets, keeping us “safe”. The city itself was dark, bleak and dying. The smell of pollution wafted throughout the buildings and roads. It was a vast kingdom that had decayed by decades of destruction, chaos and anarchy. The government

facing poverty and despair. Homelessness is why Antonio became the man he is. Antonio felt as if he had really lost everything. He had lost the family he had, his life in Guatemala, and now his apartment in Los Angeles. Antonio felt that being on the streets downtown made him feel braver than he had ever felt because he made choices that he most likely would never have made if he lived in his old apartment in Los Angeles. Antonio lets out his anger on an elderly man who attempts to steal a hot plate

arrogance and pride, "Who shall come with me?" Ralph walked away from the group, Samneric taking a final glance at him and turning back to Jack 's tribe. He journeyed down the empty streets barefooted, wondering why no one had come out to scold him or shoo him away in mistaking him for a tramp. Instead, he noticed the streets were empty of presence and houses were desolate. His home wasn 't too far off the

Independent School District. The man made boundaries that surround the neighborhood are highway 290, Interstate 610, Langfield Road, TC Jester Blvd, Hempstead Road, Pinemoint Drive, and long point drive. There were small sub- streets around the neighborhood and they were Mitchell dale street, Milwell lane, Sherwood lane. The neighborhood approximate to the school were Oak forest, and Garden Oaks Housing Houses were poorly build around the community. The

Everyone wants to be a part of the streets but not everyone has the heart, dedication, or strength to live the lifestyle. There is a law of ethics when running around in the streets. There are rules that one always has to follow in order to survive. There is no love when dealing with those that follow the code, ones heart has to be made coal because anything can happen and anything goes. Out there in the streets you are a family that continuously looks out for each other and let nothing separate

social class in this town is the “decent” and the “street” families as the community has labeled them. The labeling by the local is as a result of social contest between the inhabitants. The line between a decent and street family is usually very thin, it’s based on a family evaluation of itself labeling itself decent and the other street. The irony is that families bearing a street label may value itself as decent and still valuing other families’ street. However, this labels form the basis of understanding

The map below shows an overview of the road networks across china. It is clearly understandable from the graph that eastern part of China is mostly covered through a huge networks and channels of roads and highways. Contrarily, the western parts of China are still to be developed though roads and highway networks. The differences are based on the fact that the eastern parts being close to the sea act as the main hub for transportation of tradable goods as most of the transportation is carried out

A Place to Call Home People draw their coats closer to their bodies and pull their scarves up higher to cover their frozen noses. Mittens cover hands and hats are pulled down to cover exposed ears. I watch them silently as they pass by. The rest of the world moves on while I don’t. I glance at their clean clothes and then look down at mine—dirty and torn—the complete opposite of theirs. Some people who pass by wear polished leather shoes. Mine are not close to as fancy as theirs—they’re not made