I Joyce Wilson landlord of the above address would like to gain access to Melanie Stafford’s apartment to do repairs. I have tried numerous times before but Melanie Stafford will not allow me or the workman in the apartment. Melanie Stafford has an unauthorized person living in the apartment and has keys to the apartment. I made several complaints and nothing has been done. Melanie Stafford has removed the fire/carbon dioxide detectors and threw them in the garbage on 4/24/16. The date of the inspection (4/18/16), there were fire/carbon dioxide detectors in Melanie Stafford’s apartment. I am asking HQS to notify Melanie Stafford about replacing the fire/carbon dioxide detectors immediately. Melanie Stafford is not paying her rent and she owes
- Characters: The main character is developed by what type of book the author is writing. My main character Sugar Mae Cole was developed because of the way she acts toward different characters in the book. And by her personality and sugars personality is sweet kinda like her name and she is polite. She is always trying to brighten the other characters up especially her mom Reba. She has a different personality that any of the other characters and connects with them in a different way that is what makes her the main character. she is cautious and also believes in people and things like her mom. Her mom Reba is about to give up but Sugar still believes in her and she believes she and her Mom will get a home and things will
I didn't always live in California. Before California I lived in Denver, Colorado. Before Denver I lived in Aurora, Colorado. When we moved to california we had a family of five. We moved to California, when I was six, Then we lived at my grandma’s house in Riverside for a year. We found a place on Ferree Street and that became our home.
On Monday 6/29/2015 Sgt. Alexander and I was dispatched to the Hostess House located at 6741 Highway 70 in reference to 2 subject, Mr. Burnette and Mr. Jacobs that were renting room 251 and had outstanding warrants.
The apartment building is located on 357 Lake Hill Drive, California. The complainants are the five other families that are living in the building.
Finally I have escaped. I was critical about escaping at first but now I know that it was the right choice to make. I escaped with Mary Ingles, a fellow captive. We escaped while on an expedition to find salt away from the village. Mary says we are going home, but I have no home anymore. I was the only survivor of the raid. However, Mary is a kind person and says that I could live with her family. Poor Mary she has had even worse than me she has lost all her children to the Shawnee. I feel very fortunate that I survived my captivity at all. Some of our fellow captives were even burned alive by the indians. I am lucky that I gained their respect by running the gauntlet. Mary and I escaped because they let us go out into the woods to forage
As high school freshmen, most kids do not get very excited about walking into their College Preparatory Biology class, but I sure did! Everyday I looked forward to Mrs. Wilson's 3rd period biology lesson because she never disappointed. Mrs. Wilson was a special kind of teacher, she was the type to turn boring lectures into a captivating learning tale and had the gift of making tests enjoyable with her creative illustrations. Yes, you read that right, I enjoyed her tests. One day, Mrs. Wilson presented us with a demanding project; “Okay class, I am challenging you to create the BEST “Bunnimoose.” she announced. As we sat there with puzzled faces, she went further into explanation.
When Sairy Wilson said, “You shouldn’t talk like that. We’re proud to help. I ain’t felt so – safe in a long time. People needs to – help.” Fellowship is another major theme within this novel as well. The cooperation found in the Joad family extends past blood relationships to other Oakies as well. The friendly support among the Oakies is essential to all of the Oakies survival, including the Joad’s.
Upon my arrival, I spoke with the complainant Robert Claybrook. He advised that they have just recently puchased the property. Mr. Claybrook told me on September 20, 2015, he observed the crystal chandalier taken from the master bedroom located on the second floor. He also said that his girlfriend, Christy Ballard, came down on wednesday, September 23, 2015, and checked on the property, but nothing looked out of the ordinary. Mr. Claybrook then stated to me that on September 26, 2015, he observed the exterier five ton A/C unit gray in color taken from the property. Mr. Claybrook also
I guess your biggest question is, “who really is Donna Wilson?” I am a real person. Not just a name on a piece of paper. Not just another applicant. But I have an identity. In fact, I have many. I am a daughter, sister, returned missionary, Native American, prom queen, theater nerd, journalist, pioneer, and Mormon. I am so much more than a label or essay. I am a daughter of God and because of this, I know my purpose and what I want. Life isn’t easy and I’m finding and fighting for my dreams and I won’t give up. This is not the first time I have applied to BYU. I am grateful for the rejection because I learned and grew so much in the process. I had many wonderful experiences that made me discover more about myself impossible in any other setting.
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.
Things changed quickly in Ashley Brawley's house when she smelled smoke while she was blow drying her hair, but the burning smell wasn't coming from the bathroom she was in, and it didn't have anything to do with her hair.
A few years ago, a friend of mine named Angela, invited me to her family’s Thanksgiving. The invitation was offered for the sole reason that she did not wish to be alone with her cousin, who to her and to her parent’s was a corrupting influence. An agreement was struck and my mother and I drove to the camp where it was to be held and sojourned for the night. Upon our arrival it was just Angela’s immediate family and us, and even when her cousin arrived, we avoided her. However, in the morning the situation changed. Not only had Angela’s friend, Christian, who I was not expecting, arrived, but Angela’s parents convinced Angela to spend time with her cousin. This transmuted the entire dynamic of the environment.
Client Cheryl Grant has been linked to the apartment located on 501 East 161 St. Apt 3B Bronx, NY via Section 8. Client obtained the keys on 01/22/16. Client stated that she is not ready to move out even though the client was instructed by HS to start packing up since 01/19/16. HS informed client that the latest move out date will be 01/24/16. DHS move out request has not been completed as yet because the client has not provided the amount of belongings in her unit and client turn off her phone no one knows client's where about. Furthermore, Ms. Grant did not receive a furniture check and client is hesitant, angry about the fact of been not eligible for the furniture check. HS explained client about the reason and that client will be issued
20 Years have passed, and yet im still living in this old, empty house, at least im not completely alone. It feels like the house gets bigger as I grow older and have the house just to myself. I still have this haunting prawn accompining me throughout my lonely days. Sometimes on special occasions or holidays, family members come and visit me, ive grown so old I cant even remember some of their names. There's this one person that I can't stop thinking about, she hasn't called or visited, no one in the family know about her whereabouts, my youngest niece. Oh, and that stupid doctor she married hasnt bothered to call either, its like he just dissapeared or something. Maybe theyre alright and im just being paranoid, but then again everyone in the family is worried about them. Oh well, I guess will never know about her. I've decided to stop treatment on my leg and keep the prawn inside forever. My doctor told me that if I decided to stop treatment, the rapidly growing prawn would eventually kill me from the inside out. I cant seem to believe in anything he says ever since I found out he'd been lying to me and stealing my money all those years to pay for his son's education. I feel like the prawn just keeps growing while I grow older, its like he's taking my life away from me. Im getting weaker every day, this thing has grown to the point that I cant move from my bed anymore. Luckily one of my nieces, I cant remember which one, brought me a wheel chair and installed an electric
Working with Joyce was an excellent experience, even though my house search took over a year. When I wasn't ready the first time she was honest about the need to wait until I was. Fast forward to the following summer and she went above and beyond to get my wife and I the house we didn't know we needed.