Tuesday, December 13, 2011

Draft 2


People disrespect others every day. It is appalling. When we see people bullying others, most would act as a spectator. When one is on the other end of that bullying, they want support. They want nothing more then the backup of their friends. The reasons behind bullying are naive and unjust. “ Give me your lunch money,” “ Get away from Planned Parenthood, they kill babies.” The atrocities that go on in today’s world lie within the government. There can never be enough support for third party organizations that support a more efficient health care system. This is the story of a health center that has seen the bad and the good, the violence and the peace, and ultimately the better side of every person.
 The Planned Parenthood health centers are the government’s tentative solution to health issues in the United States. On a brisk Sunday afternoon, four African American women entered the center seeking help. They had no idea the mission statement of Planned Parenthood, they just needed immediate medical attention. The girls had been victim to a sexual assault let by a gang. The girls were worried. They have never been in this sort of situation and based on their financial background they could never afford health care.
Imagine being a part of such a vicious crime. The adolescence is gone, all ones mind will be filled with is the gruesome memories of a tragic event. Not knowing how to cope with society, the girls turned to the nearest form of help they could think of, their peers.
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It was dark. There was nothing to be seen or heard throughout the whole park. Crickets chirping, dogs barking, and gangsters prowling. The moon was at its brightest, lighting up the whole path through Sindred Park. It was a typical night for Shandra, Kendra and Lafia.
They work in a diner. They have grown up poor and are trying to make it in this hard-knock life. After working an eighteen-hour shift, the three sisters headed home. With their hardships only making them stronger, they weren’t afraid of anything.
“Bring it on!” Lafia the youngest of the three sisters claimed. Lafia’s father left when she was just a little girl. She needed a protective figure that her drugged out mother couldn’t provide. She was a persistent child, always wanting the best for her family. She never complained, just brought in the bacon and hoped for the best.
Shandra, on the other hand, is more cautious. The three girls share the same mother, but each a different father. The age is not a factor between the girls. They are all best friends and they fend for each other. Sandra always prepares herself for the task at hand and is never too quick to jump into any situation.
Kendra on the other hand is the complete opposite of the other two. Some would jump to the conclusion that she is simply suffering from middle child syndrome and is compensating for her sisters quietness by rebelling.
            The girls act as one. They work together, live together, and enjoy the simple things of life together. Ever since Shandra was five years old, she has been fending for herself. At the age of twenty-one she got her and her sisters a job at a local diner. At the mere age of twelve she came to the realization that her mother would be incapable to properly provide for the girls as they age and try to cope with society. Shandra’s first job was delivering food to apartments in the most dangerous neighborhood in New York. The Bronx is no place for young girl to find her place in life. Imagine having to support yourself and your two sisters while trying to learn long division. A burden of such importance should not be left to a young girl.
            Through many encounters with strange people, Shandra has built a tolerance to the basic principles of men. Over the years she has done everything possible to prevent her sisters from experiencing the pessimistic world they really live. In.
            “What are we having for dinner?” Kendra asked not realizing the stress it puts on Shandra.
            “We should try that new burrito place down the road” Lafia jumped to the idea. Little did she know, the “road” she referred to is the most dangerous road in all of New York and consisted of pimps and prostitutes.
            “I think we’ll just have dinner with the Mclacks tonight, they invited us last week and they are only looking out for us” Shandra proposed in order to keep the safety of the girls in mind.
            The Mclacks are a family that live in apartment 2b, right above them. The Mclacks have two young boys, Jonny and Freddy, and one newborn girl. Jonnny and Freddy’s parents, Mo'Nique and Devonte, have been living in the same building for over twenty years. 

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