Writer's Block: Who's in your neighborhood
How well do you know your next-door neighbors?
well you know it's funny. How little you can know each other, but at the same time, know so much.
I mean. I've never met my neighbors across the street. But I know all about them, and their ways of living.
Like, how they are never outside. But always have a perfect looking yard. I'm assuming they're rich. Judging by how they would rather have professionals mow their yard and plant their gardens. Which, still don't beat my mom's.
Also, the neighbors beside us, going down the street. They are a older couple. Who need to mow , and trim up their yard. They aren't THAT old either. Like later 40's , early 50's. They never answer their door. Or purchase any goods that young girl guides or clubs, sports teams, or schools hand out for donation. Although, they always sit out on their front veranda, every night. And watch kids run and play on the street sometimes, but other times, they read, or stare off into the distance, as if not even on planet earth anymore.. just in their own world...
My other neighbors, are amazing. We're actually friends... ! They're french, and speak really cute english. They are in their 50's, with an old dog, named Muffy. Who barks at us all the time, but jumps backyards at every frightening blow of her vocal cords. I love those two .
The neighbors across from me on the right side.. across the street, they consist of a military father, a shy mother, and a rebelling son. I can tell that they are in dire need of aid. It seems like their son is going down the wrong road. He never goes to school, although, he should have graduated already. He always seems to be either drunk or pissed off. Maybe both sometimes. His friends are always over there, drinking. He must think hes hot shit. Cause he mows his yard with no shirt on. And stops, stretches in a provocative way whenever I, or any other okay looking girls walk by. Ba haha, it makes me laugh. He always fails his attempts to look sexy. But his father is never home. Which is sad. His mother, seems to always be in a good mood. But I can see right through her fake smile. She's so hurt.
Yeah, and so then, in the middle of all these people, is my family. The loud, always fighting or laughing, all over good people. The family I love. The Haines'. :)
well you know it's funny. How little you can know each other, but at the same time, know so much.
I mean. I've never met my neighbors across the street. But I know all about them, and their ways of living.
Like, how they are never outside. But always have a perfect looking yard. I'm assuming they're rich. Judging by how they would rather have professionals mow their yard and plant their gardens. Which, still don't beat my mom's.
Also, the neighbors beside us, going down the street. They are a older couple. Who need to mow , and trim up their yard. They aren't THAT old either. Like later 40's , early 50's. They never answer their door. Or purchase any goods that young girl guides or clubs, sports teams, or schools hand out for donation. Although, they always sit out on their front veranda, every night. And watch kids run and play on the street sometimes, but other times, they read, or stare off into the distance, as if not even on planet earth anymore.. just in their own world...
My other neighbors, are amazing. We're actually friends... ! They're french, and speak really cute english. They are in their 50's, with an old dog, named Muffy. Who barks at us all the time, but jumps backyards at every frightening blow of her vocal cords. I love those two .
The neighbors across from me on the right side.. across the street, they consist of a military father, a shy mother, and a rebelling son. I can tell that they are in dire need of aid. It seems like their son is going down the wrong road. He never goes to school, although, he should have graduated already. He always seems to be either drunk or pissed off. Maybe both sometimes. His friends are always over there, drinking. He must think hes hot shit. Cause he mows his yard with no shirt on. And stops, stretches in a provocative way whenever I, or any other okay looking girls walk by. Ba haha, it makes me laugh. He always fails his attempts to look sexy. But his father is never home. Which is sad. His mother, seems to always be in a good mood. But I can see right through her fake smile. She's so hurt.
Yeah, and so then, in the middle of all these people, is my family. The loud, always fighting or laughing, all over good people. The family I love. The Haines'. :)