Personal Narrative: A Modest Proposals

I, Deputy Gough received a call reference a white Ford truck driving in the Gamester trailer court all over the roadway. Upon my arrival I spoke with David Vore and Jennifer Vore. Jennifer Stated that Randy was the driver of the white Ford truck that said, “All Good Construction.” David and Jennifer both stated that they saw the truck drive through the yard hitting a slow child at play sign and the stop sign.

I feel terrible. Mom hasn't said anything about Kenna all evening. She hasn't needed to. I can see the turbulence brewing in her eyes. I thought that maybe I could begin to bring down the wall between Kenna and I, but now I know that will never be possible.

Be on time, there is always a crowd. The cover charge is up to 25 CUC (30 US$) when famous bands such as

The phone rings. My mom steps up from her worn office chair and grabs her cell phone.

It was my sophomore year of highschool when the most memorable event took place during my time as a flutist in the Barrow High School band. I never would have thought that we would receive an invitation to perform at one of the most prestigious venues in the world: Carnegie Hall. To come up with the money for travel, our band held fundraisers that included selling smoothies, hosting a dinner, and helping out with carnivals. New York will be the most expensive trip we will ever go on. Everyone was put into a panic as he or she tried their best to earn enough money. Worrisome questions still lingered and we asked ourselves, “What if we don’t have enough money?” The closer the trip was, the more frantic everyone became.

“Sure. Just give her a heads up. She doesn’t like it when I show up unannounced.”

"Mom!" "I'm home!" Where is she when you need her, damn it?! "MOM, where the HELL are you?!" I say as I stomp and start to shove all of our nonperishable foods into one of the saddlebags.

Summer vacation, and school ends for about three months, and then you have as much fun as you can, then back to school… right? Well I had to go to summer school, but it wasn’t as bad as I thought it would be. Everything was going fine, I had a job after summer school, and that was going fine as well. They say that summer is supposed to be fun and exciting, and it usually is for me and my family. However in July my father started coughing up blood. My father usually doesn’t make it his top priority to go to the doctors, so he waited about four weeks until he really didn’t feel good.

"Oh shit." I whisper to myself. I kiss my mom on the cheek and sprint out the front door. My brother honks his horn.

Were you scared to come back from Rome and face you mom? I was worried she was going to be really upset with me and she was, but I think she realized that if I wouldn’t have done what I done Preston would have died. Also deep down she probably knows that she would have done the same thing if she were in my position, but most of all I think she was just happy I was alive and ok.

Then I call my Mom to see if when she gets home she can drop me of f at Ames house.. and my Mom is busy also..

I’ll be at the concert in five. Let Security know, I’ll let you know when I am there. When I do get there, play lost boy. I’ll have it all planned out.

“Your Mom and I are on our way home to pack a bag for her, so she has some stuff. We will go visit her during visitor hours tomorrow.”

After I was done, I told her the total but she wasn’t paying attention. She was preoccupied with what she was hearing from the two other customers next to us.

I told her that was fine and to swing by whenever she was done cleaning, and that was the end of it. I only had to wait an hour, maybe two, before she arrived at my house.