My neighborhood by Brendan Cytulik

          Hallett Road.  Where you maybe see five cars a day. Only the cars of people who live there, and an occasional car of someone lost.  There are seven houses on Hallett road.  The bluish-greenish one, the yellow one, which is mine, the red one, the tan one, the light blue one, and the one I can never really tell the color of.  Seven houses, fourteen people split between them, some normal and some not so normal.  There are the Meadows, who I rarely see, then there’s the Welch’s who I see everyday, Donna the big lady on the street whose dad died and left her with the house.  Then the weird lady whose name I can never remember, who is always gardening or walking her rat dog.  Then the rookie on the street who is like a unicorn cause I’ve never seen him.  Then the Bolanes who have lived they’re as long as us and also has son my age that I’ve been a friend with almost my life.  My street looks like a house you would see in 50’s movie all dolled up.  I love my house and I am very grateful for it.  I’ve lived there for almost fifteen years now and I would like to spend the rest of my life in it.