Part one of term paper
Last summer I strolled down the alley behind Avalon Street. It was decorated with the scent of freshly cut grass and the taste of bright sunshine. Tiny rocks dusted the pathway leading to a familiar backyard. Everything in the yard was kept desolate and unscathed. The fence was worn with hints of gray flashing through the once angelic white ...

Part two of term paper
... without fear of reprisal in and out of every nook and cranny the small yard could offer. Trampoline springs sprouted out of the cold ground as if they were gasping for one eternal breath before succumbing to burial. As I traveled further through this jungle, my eyes gazed upon the tree. The tree, our tree, had been a goalie for soccer, a hiding place for man- hunt, and a shelter for all sorrows. The tree seemed to guard the tomb where we had buried her that cold July morning. She had died peacefully ...