Laura Brennan's Home-Personal Narrative

Throughout the story of this one deployment, there are parts where the author talks about his early life as well as some parts of his earlier days in the Army. The author puts these Stories in to the book in an intriguing way to help explain why and how the author ended up where he did.

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

”Oh, yea, I meant to tell you that I gave her your number the other day.” He paused, feeling bad for forgetting to mention it. “She’s been looking for a second home here in the city, and is in the process of deciding in one of them. When she saw my business card the other day, she asked where I had taken the picture. l had to mention your name, although, l never thought she would actually call you.” He understood that Geraldine was not an easy person to please.

Half way through my sophomore year, I got my driver’s license. Every teenager looks forward to when they can go driving around town. I turned sixteen on February sixth in two-thousand fourteen. Teenagers can get a little rebellious on the roads. On April twenty-third of the same year, I learned that it isn’t good to be rebellious.

Getting Briana Grace Home In December of 2000 my husband and I were given a picture of a little girl who was in a baby house in Kazakhstan. We knew in a moment that she was our daughter. After some time in prayer we knew that this was the child we had asked God to give us. We started right away with all the paper work and then came the costs. I have to admit we were unprepared for the cost of an overseas adoption, but we put our trust in God and set to work. We worked overtime when we could. We had yard sales, held drawings and I even put out a donation jar at Hanford Christian Supply where I was the manager. We also learned to live on a very tight budget. It took us seven months but we had raised all the money we needed for the fees and travel.

learned his real name, and why he wanted to join our Young Sabbath Keepers studies, after a brief praise and thanksgiving to Jehovah at our Liberty Lane address, we all departed with a joy unknown to our young souls. As I was on my way to take Sarah and Mary home, I thought I saw that same car that sped off from the rally following us. Then it turned a few blocks from Sarah’s house. I did not say anything to Sarah or to Mary, but in my heart I said a quick prayer and dismissed it from my thoughts, After Mary went inside their house, Sarah and I sat in the car for a while.

I sat up as my eyes started to fill with tears. I clenched my arm trying to forget the pain I was currently feeling. I was trying to catch my breath but my heart felt like it was pounding one million beats per second. The grass was drowning in the water rushing from my eyes. All I could think of was pain.

The name given to me on June 23rd, 1998 was Allison Ree Moga, but since then many have referred to me as Alli. My younger brother, sister, and I are the product of a marriage that has since gone wrong. I don’t have any allergies, am a bit of a germaphobe, and could do without all of life’s drama. That and snakes. I deeply dislike snakes. My nightmares used to include six foot long snakes slithering down my driveway. Daytime relieved me, until I walked around the corner of my house one day and nearly fainted. On the west corner of the house, a skinny garter snake slowly made its ascent up along the siding. The disgusting thing stuck out of my house like a branch on a tree. Horrified, I turned away and almost stepped on Satan himself. A five foot long, PVC pipe thick, rat snake challenged me with his forked tongue. In response, I let out a blood curdling scream and ran into the house to dial my dad. At ten years old, I prepared myself for death. One simply does not live through a snake sighting. On the third ring, Dad answered my tears with,

I was walking to Hayley’s house one day, the air was cool, the clouds were out and so was the sun. It was a perfect day to ride my longboard and to hangout with Hayley.

The day following the one-year anniversary festivities, Justin called and informed me guy friends were coming over that night. I thought this was strange, considering Justin never did things like this. I decided to call my friend Paisley, and get her to come with me that night to see if Justin lied about friends coming over. I did not expect many people to be there, but when we pulled up, only one car was in the driveway. Suddenly, Paisley and I realized immediately that it was Kaitlin’s car. Kaitlin had been a close family friend for years, up until now of course. At that point, a sudden rage of anger sprang into my emotions, and that was the point in which I knew, I wanted to take revenge against Justin. I drove to the grocery store right

Twisting her fingers nervously through her raven hair, Katherine listened intently to the hunter, who was named Ashlynn. It was a nice name for someone who was about to die horribly. The word Barnett rattled around in Katherine’s brain as she pondered the name. The name did not sound too familiar to her, but the proudness in the Paladin’s voice it must have been an essential part of her identity. Katherine had been out of touch with the other areas in the realm for far too long and for the foreseeable future. “House Barnett, hm. Sorry but I do not know them.”

“Touch your toes, and touch the ceiling. Now sit down and play it right!” My piano teacher has me do this almost every week, and though the process brings me close to tears it has been known to work. Walking into Ms. Ladonna’s house is like walking into an all lavender Bath and Body Works. I have been taking piano from Ms. Ladonna for ten years and I still have to adjust to the overwhelming scent of lavender hand sanitizer. Ms. Ladonna sits on the left side of the piano in a brown wicker chair with a tall back, and I know it’s impossible but it seems like she’s been using the same blue pen to write my notes for years. Her glasses sit delicately on the edge of her nose and are connected to a silver chain that she wears around her pale neck. She is as full of joy as she is stories and she always has a lesson or a testimony to share. Sometimes I forget I’m even sitting at a piano when she begins to rattle off prayer requests or talks about worship. My family thinks I just go in and she

“This is so weird, why did we sign up for this?” I asked said to my friends as I looked at all the Jesus freaks bellowing out their so called “favorite” Christian tune. It seemed like every song was their favorite. And I was going to have three whole days of this on the actual weekend of the conference. I did not understand how I was going to be able to handle this.

Once upon a time… there was this girl named Jenna. She lived in an immense house and had many great friends. Her parents, Jack and Marie had really great jobs. Many of her friends considered her as “rich”. She loved her school and all of her friends and family. She had a brother, Johnathan who was 8 years old. She didn’t talk about him much, because he was sick with a very serious disease. He spent most of his time in the hospital, and so did her parents. The daily hospital trips costed tons of money and so did his medication and treatments. Jenna’s mom and dad took many days off of work because of her brother. One day she overheard her parents talking about a money situation. Jenna felt concerned and worried for her family. Her mom, Marie

The man squeezed the petite hand that grasped his, glad for the trust the gesture indicated. That Zai had suffered well before the incident with Cole Douglas had been obvious to Kyle, and her response confirmed it. It also piqued his curiosity, and elicited a desire to understand Azairah's and to hear about her childhood, her adolescence, and the woman she'd become. What had brought her to this point? However, the questions