Personal Narrative Essay: Melissa's Home

Hey, guess who called me today?” Anna expressed vaguely before taking a bite of her salmon again.

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.

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.

On October 17, 2033, I was adopted from The Carey House For Girls soon after my third “birthday”, when Dixon was 10. I was your average orphan girl: left on the doorstep with a name around my neck before I could remember my parents faces, so the day i was taken in (October 11th) became my birthday. I never once wondered about who/where/how my birth parents were. I wasn’t mad that they gave me away nor was i curious as to why they did it. I simply didn’t care. For instance, One day when i was 13, a couple showed up at our house claiming to be my parents. Cia and Page were busy upstairs so I invited them in, shared some juice with them, chatted a bit with them, and then showed them out the door. By the time my mom asked me about who came in,

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.

This was the second occasion the ex Army veteran had decided to move on, and leave all behind. However, the difference this time, was that he had nothing to leave, except a job where he despised the cowards he worked with, and instead of getting far away from a woman before he murdered her, he was taking one with him on a mission to kill.

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 thought back to two days ago with Matt and how badly I had treated him. I mean you can't blame me right? He totally deserved it because of what he did to me.

"I can't believe it, that one mistake coasted me everything I once possessed," I grumbled under my breathe.

It was a normal November day for Melissa’s family, the air was cool and crisp. Leaves rested on the ground and crunched as Melissa climbed into her car. Inside, there was a great tension. Her brother was supposed to be at school but instead, he was in the front seat. This was in 2013 and from that point on her life changed forever. As her mom was driving out of the car line she tells Melissa that her dad has done something. She continues telling her how her dad locked her in the bathroom at the bakery and put his arms around her neck. He squeezed very hard and Melissa’s mom even thought she was going to die. Shocked, her first instinct was to pick up Melissa’s brother so they could go together to talk to the police. Later, as Melissa was going

This week I got to take a trip to Gates Estate with Heather so that she could take a lesson with her trainer friend JJ Lavieri. At UNH I have learned to always dress professionally because you never know who you are going to meet and second people will take you more seriously when you dress professionally because you look like you know what you are doing. The night before this trip I set out my nice tan breaches, my UNH equestrian polo, and my tall boots. That morning I arrived to work a little early so that I could get the horse Deelite ready to goon the trailer. Heather had asked me to do standing wraps instead of shipping boots since it was only a short smooth trailer ride. Yet again keeping in mind that appearance is everything I dressed

I realize now, as I'm leaving Argenon Hospital, that I can't pursue what my dad wants me to. It's not what my heart longs for. If I can't create art, I don't know what I'll do. It's the only thing, other than Noelle, that makes me happy. After all these years of making straight A's and being the son my parents had always dreamed for, I know that it isn't my calling. There are so many things racing through my head. What if I can't go to art school? I tell my mother and father that I'd rather walk home alone. I need to clear my mind and decide what I want to do.

It was three a.m. in the morning, and I had just crawled into my comfy bed. Being that I was twenty one and working at Pizza Hut till one a.m. this was a normal ritual. I heard my phone text alert go off, but I just wanted to get some much needed sleep. Being it had to be a pointless text since it was so late I ignored it. Suddenly my phone ring, it was my younger sister, Amanda, who was seventeen at the time “You need to come get me from Amber’s house”, is all she said very quietly. “Wait it’s three in the morning and you want me to come get you?” Amanda started quickly talking about being at Amber’s house, a party and cops. By now I was anxiously awake, getting dressed and finding my keys. I didn’t know the whole story yet, but it

I wouldn’t mind visiting Ireland. I wish I were in Scotland, floating on Loch Ness, fishing for eels. But from I’ve heard these places aren’t fairing much better than the old Disunited States. Things seems to be dilapidating rapidly.

If you’ve never met Samantha, then you’re missing out. Some things she enjoys to do include: going to church, sleeping, running, and watching old movies. She has gone garage saling with her mom every weekend since elementary school. Samantha has 3 older siblings, and she loves spending time with her family. She’s well rounded when it comes to school; in fact, her favorite classes are World History and Anatomy. Samantha hopes to possibly go into the medical field when she’s older, she was inspired by the television series Grey’s Anatomy. Although her birthday is in May, her favorite time of the year is winter. Samantha hopes to live anywhere but Oklahoma when she’s older, but she would prefer if it were in a city. Her ideal trip would be all