Descriptive Essay: The House On Mango Street

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As I walked along the sidewalk, I noticed the cracks in the pavement that spoke of tales that only hard labor workers know to be reality. It was then when I realized that my life as a teenage adolescent boy was about to change. The cold breeze echoed sounds of silence which sent shivers down my spine once it touched my skin. The night sky was full of stars as though drops of rain on a window pane, captivating and clear. Not like the ones on the reservation, but the view was adequately similar. The smell of fresh trees masked the grotesque smell of carbon dioxide that pollute the air, but hey we need some type of means of transportation. Right then that moment clouded out the sound of rock bands, street performers, and the guy who sits at …show more content…

For this particular street is known for its seductiveness. It lures lonely men to lurk the streets only to receive a happy ending for a pretty penny, somewhere between 60 to 150 bucks, but then again I wouldn’t know. As we walk alongside the road we see a woman applying makeup to her worn down face with dark circles under her eyes that were highly visible even under the nighttime sky. I found myself gazing into her dilated eyes which screamed “I didn’t chose this lifestyle, it chose me”. I then gave her a brief smile and nod which signified “hey, I see you”, because I too, know what it’s like to have people not look into your eyes as though you are less of a human. I too, know what it’s like to have nothing and notice those around me who have everything. I too, know what it’s like to call the cold desolate street’s….home. Only left to think, “there ain’t no rest for the wicked” which coined the song from a band known as Cage the …show more content…

But before I could give in and let her “walk where she pleased”, a car slowly creeped up beside her. It's black tinted windows suggested that the driver had a much more mischievous agenda on his mind. I then grabbed Melanie’s arm positioned her to the right me and proceeded to keep moving forward. As we walked the car slowly followed. Melanie took hold of my hand and gripped it as though fear took hold of her. My heart began to race with every step we took. The feeling of the cold air on my skin was replace with heat of the rushing blood pounding through my vein. I was left only to think “what was this guy’s

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