Gallagher's Home-Personal Narrative

“Fine, just like yesterday, and the day before that, and the day before that. How long are you going to keep me cooped up in here?”

“You are one to talk, Little Miss Punctuality.” He whispered back, obviously teasing Kyra with his hushed voice. Her mouth slightly dropped at his banter and she decided to simply smirk in response.

"More than anything, I just want you to know that there is more than one person you can lean on. You may have someone up their who you are relying on, but you have two incrediably strong sons who would never wish to see their mother in pain like this. Whatever the outcome we finally get your boys will be strong for you and in return I'm sure you will be strong for them."[/b]

It was the Saturday before the last week of first grade and my family and I were attending a kickstart into summer barbecue at Scott Shaw’s house. Accompanied by my mother, father, brother, and my father’s 20 plus mountain biking, “crunchy granola” friends and spouses, we all arrived with summer’s approaching warmth on our faces. Everyone shoveling food into their mouths, playing ping pong, pool and swimming, everything was going smoothly.

The house was long, white, and had blue shudders. I could always pick out which set of windows out front peeked into my bedroom because of the messy off-white paint stuck to it after years of never being touched up. Inside, so much more was going on than the typical all-American home lead outsiders to believe. Confusion, growth, fear, and lots of aluminum cans.

But it was a start… or so he thought. The next three months went by without a word or attack until Thanksgiving eve. Terry was helping his mother peel potatoes while his father was reading the newspaper. All of a sudden, Terry’s father had a flashback. He dropped down to the floor faster than a fainting goat. He acted like a fish out of water; squirming on the cold kitchen floor. Terry’s mother continued peeling the potatoes, assuming it was just another average attack. It was not. As Terry looked over to his father, he remembered what happened at the hardware store; nervous laughing, his father crying, all the chaos at once. Terry realized that this attack was much more severe. He dashed to the landline, dialing 9-1-1 as his mother rushed

It was a cold pretty windy night in Forest City. I was in 7th grade and I was staying at my best friend at the time Haley’s house. She also had Daelynn over but we won't really as good as friends. I remember the exact time when we thought of this amazing idea. It was 11:56 at night and daelynn has been smoking weed for awhile and she thought she needed some so she asked us. “Why don’t we call Jordan and ask him and Andrew if we could buy some weed from them.” Now at this point I was ready. I was preparing myself to do this crazy thing that we were about to do. Haley and I agreed to it and so she called Jordan over with his best friend Andrew. By this time it was about 12:08. They said they would but we would have to meet them at the courthouse

I HAD BEEN ASLEEP QUITE SOUNDLY FOR A COUPLE HOURS, WHEN I WAS AWOKEN BY AN ALL TOO FAMILIAR SOUND. IT SEEMED LIKE EVERY TIME MY BRAIN REGISTERED CERTAIN NOISES - EVEN WHEN I WAS DEEP IN SLEEP, IT SENT OFF A PANIC TRIGGER THAT FLOODED THROUGH MY MIND. THIS WAS ANOTHER ONE OF THOSE TIMES.

“Dad!” Was the only word that had rushed out of Russell’s mouth the instant he saw his father enter the room. And, once he finished hugging Cary he then added, “Have you found him? What did those people you arrested say?”

“Bob” calls Brenda out the window. “Come on in sweetie, we have a lot to do today! We barely have time to reflect on our situation right now, due to the 4th of July party coming up; the Smith’s 2008 fashion event; and, your get together with the guys…all in just two days.” Bob, a middle-aged man, lives in New York with his wife, Brenda, and his parents. Soaking up the sun, he stands dressed in a Polo short –sleeve and plaid shorts on the front sidewalk of his Mom and Dad’s home. He calls to his wife, “Brenda, come out here and join me. I need to ask you something.”

“Are we there yet?” I asked mum. To my excitement I finally heard ‘yes’, Nic we are at Rogers house!” It was a particularly cloudy night but it was still warm, the warmth may have been out of excitement. When we got inside we had to be quite as Roger and Ness’s baby Austin was asleep. I went outside to play with Blake my four year old cousin; we played volleyball, Soccer, Frisbee and cricket. Austin then woke up and my sister went off to care for him as she usually does.

Nobody told her not to go to the well behind Mr. Porters house, so she did. Sure, people would look down upon the action, some even calling it trespassing, but she didn’t care. Nobody warned anything about it, nobody directly, or even indirectly, told her not to go to her 96 year old neighbors house. They were either ways going to brush off the topic due to the curiosity of a four year old, and that was true. She only went to the backyard because she was curious, but she wasn’t curious for what your average 4 year olds would be curious for. It wasn’t the yapping dog that nearly scared her half to death when she entered the backyard through the freshly painted white picket fence. Nor was it the newly grown dandelions that scattered all around the emerald green yard. It was just the well.

"Nothing's happening today: Is it?" They all blinked

It was saturday, October 2016. Me and my friend J.T pulled up to Michael Wood’s house. His mom Alexis was throwing a party. Because Mr.wood just got a promotion at work. And it was their last week here before they moved to Detroit. Over 1,200 miles away from where I live in Miami Florida. J.T and I hang out for most of the party. Until I saw Michael. I wanted to congratulate him and his dad. But it would be too sad. Hey Michael what's up, oh how's it going bro. Nothing much I replied. I really wanted to ask him about his dad's promotion so I

As police helicopters fly above the skies of Arnwith and over the fields. The forest swarms with police also searching every inch of it, along with dogs sniffing around for evidence. Meanwhile back at the old pear tree guesthouse the sun shines through the window of his room. Unslept in and full of his belongings you can still hear their laughter and feel the passion they'd shared there together.