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FC: A piece of me

1: Table of contents Dianelise...................page 2 Laughter....................page 3 Kind stranger............page 4 The red rose dress.....page 5.. Shy............................page 6 Silence......................page 7 Jasmine.....................page 8 Wonder......................page 9

2: Dianelise My name has no meaning, an invention of my mother. A mixture of both of my grandmothers. It makes them proud that I carry their names where ever I go. I love my name,it is individual, different, funky. But at home I'm someone else. I'm Leli. Same person, different name. I wouldn't change my name for the world. It might not have meaning but that is for me to decide its meaning. I wouldn't change it for the world.

3: laughter My laugh is a crazy one. One that is not quiet but not loud , one that snorts and sometimes goes quiet. A laugh that is contagious, warm, and inviting. Different than my mother's which is harsh, loud, and bounces off the walls. A laugh with no snort and doesn't go quiet even when you want it to. But her laugh leaves you wanting more. It is bright and warming. Somethings are the same and some are different. My brother's laugh is short and quiet, one that you would barely notice in a room. A laugh that is reserved and doesn't invite anyone to come laugh along. It does not bounce off the walls, or is contagious. It ends as quickly as it came.

4: Kind stranger As we rode along to the beach that day, I had in no way known that anything but good would happen.I was six years old. Just another sunny day in Orlando, just another trip to another beach. My mother underneath the cool shade of her umbrella smiling watching her two young children splash and giggle in the salty clear blue and crystalline waters.Leaving her sister in charge of us she would leave to buy a few more drinks. The sun was particularly hot today. "Don't go into the water until I come back, ok?".So i sit at the edge of the water the low tide teases my little toes. I love the ocean. I sit by assorting small seashells i find in the sand. My favorites are the pink ones. I grab one hoping to put it in my pocket, forgetting that my bright orange Minnie Mouse bathing suit doesn't have any pockets. Before i could realize the sand had taken me away. So beautiful, so deceiving. As i get up to go back to my Aunt. But she is gone. My mind struggles not to panic but i already taste the salt of my tears as i walk back and forth trying to look for my family. I gave up hope. Sat down, and cried."Are you lost sweetheart?'. Asks an unfamiliar voice. I silently nod. She holds out her hand and i take it. She guides me across the beach, every so often she asks me is another stranger was my mother. Then I heard the frantic screams of my mother calling my name. She was looking in the water with a pure desperation. I ran to her as she grabbed me and held me close I put my face in her shoulder as she tanks this kind stranger. We were on our way home when i looked back and waved to the woman with the kind eyes. The kind sty ranger.

5: The Red rose dress "Eew". I thought as my mother brought home a new dress. it was black with red roses and puffy sleeves and a white collar. The fabric was stiff and scratchy. It did not flatter me at all. But I didn't want my Mother to know I hated it. She had such a lovely smile as I modeled it for her that it was contagious. I was embarrassed to walk out in public with the dress on. I was afraid of what everyone would think about the dress, but it made my Mother happy so I could deal with it .After that day I never wore that dress again. The dress with the red roses.

6: Shy .Shy.. It has always been a word to hold me back.. It's always a memory. Like the first day of school in a new state.I missed my old school, it was warm and inviting. I knew the school like the back of my hand. But this school was strange and different. My shyness had gotten the best of me that day. I walked around in my champion sneakers happy with their bright colors. Up until I saw some girls looking at me and laughing. I ran away thinking they were laughing at me. I went home and cried. My shyness had led me to believe they were making fun of me. Turns out they weren't.

7: Silence As the Dawn rises, a soft chirping is what drags me from my dreams. The Buzzing of an alarm clock is next. Its harsh tone forces me to fully awake. My morning otherwise starts in silence. The occasional squeak of a floorboard reminds me not to make too much noise. Too much noise would wake the others, breaking the silence with complaints. As I shuffle to the bathroom to brush my teeth the only sound is a small trickle of water. As I check the time I dress quickly and grab a snack, who's cellophane wrapper breaks the silence rashly. The loudest noise of the morning is the door closing. The same thing. everyday.

8: Jasmine Of all the princesses there are as a child I've always wanted to be like Princess Jasmine. This is a wild princess, independent, different, won't settle for what she is told. Her long black and thick hair reminds me of my own. Her strength. She was my childhood idol. To a certain extent she still is my idol. She stood up for what she wanted even though everyone disagreed with her. Princess Jasmine summed up everything I wanted to be as a girl. Strong, independent, beautiful.

9: Wonder As I stepped into the garden a sense of wonder goes through me. A beauty like no other. I slipped through an abandoned fence unknowing I would see this mysterious wonderland. It is a garden, square in shape and large. It's covered in small bushes of what looks like blackberries. The aroma of sweet roses fills the air as I walk across the emerald grass, it tickles my bare toes. I turn and see petunias and tiger lilies, their colors bursting like small fireworks. There is a rainbow of color in the garden. My favorites are the roses, their fragrance and soft pink color are mesmerizing.Every plant is kept neatly in their small space. As if someone was taking care of them even though no one had lived in the abandoned house. Although I never had seen the garden again it would tease my dreams at night and wonder in my mind through the day hoping that one day I could replicate this garden

10: You can always go home

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