The House on Maple St.

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      When I was little, my mind was full of fantasy so that maybe people thought I was crazy. My brain was always full of ideas. In the neighborhood where I used to live the street was call maple, there was a house that I used to like a lot, I always wished that someday it could be mine.
        The house seemed to be so magical and mysterious. It was big. I imagined myself full of happiness, living there. But there was already a married couple living in that beautiful house. Their names were Sarah and Omar. They were new in the neighborhood. Omar was a good writer, he had been writing since he was young. His books were really good. He was friendly and quiet, he seemed very happy living with his wife. I would always love to see their faces full of love for each other.
Sarah was very kind, generous and kind-hearted. She loved to help people and homeless on Maple St.. Her personality was very successful that people would love to be around her.
          In their house, there was a room at the very top that seemed like an attic. It was weird to see a powerful light lighting the entire room. But I couldn’t see anything inside there. It was bright as the sun and white as a cloud from the sky.
          Every Sunday night, my parents always had the day off from work. We were such a lovely family. My mom would always make dinner for dad and me. Each night, as late I couldn’t stop thinking about how mysterious the house was; I felt like if I was obsessed in know what was happening inside there. I felt like if I was addicted! All I could do was just sit on my chair and look at the window. My curiosity In know were killing me. I couldn’t wait any longer. I had to find out why the light inside the room was always turned on.
            One day I decided to walk out of my house and see the window more closely the moon was full. The night was dark and I could hear crickets singing throughout the neighborhood. I was scared of someone could come out, out of... [continues]

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