Novel & Cerita A Good Neighborhood

RAVENNA I stared out the window, taking in the shitty view of the neighborhood we lived in. Like always, we would have to leave here again before we became a familiar face with the neighbors, although the chances of that happening were slim because the advantage of living in a shitty apartment were the neighbors that didn't give a fuck if their neighbor was a criminal or not. They didn't care if said neighbor kept late nights and only came home at the crack of dawn sometimes looking all bashed up.

The gentle evening breeze brushed through my hair and engulfed my body wholly, bathing me in its douceur and creating a classic, calm, serene, and feigned normalcy. I dragged the heavy bag behind me until I stopped beside the two trash cans that were leaning against a small post just a few feet from my driveway. I bitterly lifted it up and stuffed it inside, then glanced around at the happy neighborhood. Kids, parents, cars, it was that kind of place where unproblematic people resides. Mothers who joined community organizations, fathers who worked in the big offices, kids who were driven to school by their mommies or picked up by dashing school buses. A very calm neighborhood if you asked me

he explained. "Son, are you very sure of yourself?" Mr Murphy asked curiously. "Affirmatively dad. It was her very particular friend, you know. Barney... That's the name by the way; here, you can perhaps check out the video." Broderick said, then gave him the phone where he has the tape. "Poor Barney!" Mr Murphy said, almost breaking into sobbing after watching this video of the crime scenes of both Barney and Mr Whitley. A Maywood avenue seemed to be safe out there for their dwelling for the main time. The neighbourhood was in no doubt shabby-genteel middle class, unimpressively respectable. The buildings were mostly brownstones. There were ornamental trees, but not so many of them.

she lied and prayed he believed her as she couldn't come up with a better excuse. "Oh. That's alright. I'm sorry about that. If I'm making you uncomfortable, I could leave and come back another time" Raymond offered. "No no no. I'm fine. So tell me about the neighborhood", she asked as she tried to distract her mind from thinking about those embarrassing thoughts that would make her look or act stupid. Raymond nodded. "So far so good,the neighbourhood is a great place to stay. It's really peaceful and calm. Everyone seems to be so friendly. It's a great place to live."

"Oh! I said welcome to the Triangle neighborhood. Sorry, I sometimes forget that newcomers aren't familiar with our little nickname for the area." A bright, almost conspiratorial smile crossed her lips, and she didn't hesitate to satisfy my curiosity. She was clearly enjoying playing the role of neighborhood guide. "There are only three houses in this entire gated community," she explained, her voice taking on a storyteller's cadence. "And if you connect them on a map, they form a perfect triangle shape. My house and yours represent the two points on the base, and the massive palace directly opposite us is the third point at the top."

And then, as if suddenly recalling himself, he spoke, his deep voice rumbling through the air. "Hello, my name is Gage. I'm your new neighbor." Nicole's gaze snapped back to his face, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment as she realized she'd been staring. "Oh, yes, hello," she stuttered, trying to compose herself. Gage's eyes sparkled with amusement as he nodded at her. "Our landlord said you might have something for me?"

Blanche nods with a small smile. Truth be told, I do not have to see the inside to know that I love it. The outside is just so beautiful. I bet the inside is just as stunning. "Let's go in." She says and we head to the door. While she was struggling to get the door open, I took the time to look around the neighbourhood. All the houses are very beautiful and well taken care of. The grass patches are all neatly trimmed with flowers and little plants on the sides. The different browns all clash and form a serene feeling over the whole neighbourhood.

Nikolai parked his car in front of a small home in the sub-urb, which has seen better days. The paint is peeling and the front lawn is filled with overgrown plants and weeds. The roof is sunken at one corner. The front door looks as if it will collapse with just one hard gust of wind. The neighborhood is decent and children are seen playing in a park nearby. People are walking with their pets. A few are seen carrying their grocery bags from a nearby supermarket. Overall, this neighborhood looked lovely and suited for a middle class family.

I was pleased with myself. “This is really something.” Ryan looked around, and this time his interest seemed genuine. “I didn’t realize the whole neighborhood was involved. It’s beautiful, actually. I might reconsider looking closer to here when I find a place. This is the kind of thing that makes a neighborhood, you know?”

she exclaimed proudly, but she had never walked down that street. She had never noticed that neighborhood. It was a bit different from what she was used to. It had slightly more valuable houses, even mansions. As she walked around the area, she noticed that many people walked freely and had a good relationship. She was skeptical as to why that neighborhood she was in was even a bit scary, despite being beautiful and well-maintained, and the houses were good.