The house on mango street writing pieces:
Hairs pg # 6
My family has many different types of eyes. My dad has hazel colored eyes. Sometimes they have a little green in them. My mom has blue eyes. They are the color of the sky after the rain stops and clouds go away. My sister has blue eyes like my mom. Sometimes when she is mad they become more vibrant. My eyes are like Andy and my mom's. Blue, like the color of the ocean. Lani's eyes are dark brown. So dark they are almost black. Hailey has dark brown eyes, like my dad. When she is mad they are dark, like the color of wet trees after a big rain. Sometimes almost black. When she is happy, they are warm and inviting, like sitting by the fire wrapped in a blanket. Sometimes her eyes have a little green fading into the brown, like a tree, the leaves and the bark.
Louie pg # 23
I drove the big yellow Cadillac up into my cousin Louie's driveway and honked a couple times to get the kids playing near the driveway in the alley's attention. They turned around and stared. Some of their mouths dropped. They came out of the alley, with Louie and his other cousins, and sisters. They asked for a ride and asked where I got the car. I just said get in. I avoided the question where I got it, not answering them. The kids awed over the white squishy seats and rugs. The thing that awed them the most was that you could push a button to open and close the windows. They pressed the button over and over, driving me crazy, until I yelled at them to stop. I told them I was going to make them walk if they didn't stop touching the windows and the fm radio. It got them to stop. I drove them up and down the alley. Back and forth, around and around. We rode the block one time, two times, three, four, five, six, seven! Seven times. On the seventh time one of the kids heard sirens, and pointed it out to the others. I told everybody to get out of the car, not wanting them to get in trouble. I could see some of the older kids putting together the pieces of why I didn't tell them where I got the car. Marin looked scared as I got in the car and floored it. The car went so fast it was just a yellow blur. I tried to make a sharp left-hand turn, but the alley was too small. Before I could think, the yellow car crashed into the lamp post. I heard a scream, and the kids ran down to where the sirens were and the blinking lights. I could feel that I had a bloody lip, and the next day I was sure to have a bruise. The cops handcuffed me and stuck me in the police car. I turned around and saw the kids waving as we drove away.
Papa who wakes up tired in the dark pg#56
Dear luna (fyi she's a cat)
You never realize how much little time you have until it's over. When you passed it was like some playing a cruel joke, and dumping ice water on our heads. A shock back to reality. Life can be cruel and it did. It took you away from us too early. I wish I had let you sleep with me at night, and when you were sleeping in my lap, not get up. I wish I had played with you more, and treated you better. I hope you know how much you meant to me, and my family. When you got sick I was really scared. I wish I had let you play outside more, because I knew you liked going outside. The thing is, we didn't let you go outside very much because we were scared of losing you. That one day when we found you outside it was a great big relief to us. We couldn't find you inside, and we hoped that you weren't far away from us. I have a lot of good memories with you. We have a lot of pictures of you, and that helps us relive good times with you. You will always be a part of my life. I hope I never forget you. We still have some of your things. Some of the things I have a hard time using because of the memories, good and bad. We love you so much.
Love, bean
Darius and the clouds pg # 33
Here there is too much sadness and not enough sky. Butterflies too are few, and so are flowers, and most things beautiful. Still, we take what we can and make the best of it. Darius, who chases girls with firecrackers or a stick that touched a rat and thinks he's tough, today he pointed up because the world is full of clouds, the kind like pillows. See that one there? That one. That's god. God, he said, and made it so simple.
