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,

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

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

My mother’s law partner, Jennifer, owns a house passed down by her father that he built just north of Trinidad, California. This oceanfront home is a decidedly significant aspect of my life because of its location in the heart of the pacific northwestern wilderness. From my plethoric amount of sojourns to Trinidad and even one short-term residence at this house, I have developed a deep connection with nature and become enamored with everything Humboldt County offers, from golfing in the redwoods to hiking at Patrick’s Point State Park. Jennifer’s house introduced me to nature and forged my belief of the necessity to save it.

Born in 1996 made me a nineties baby. I wasn’t the only nineties baby in the family. My brother Daniel came along two years later, and my sister Deanna three years after. My parents were both in their early thirties when they had me, and were a young and out going couple. My dad had recently graduated from seminary and became a youth pastor. My parents raised the family in a Christian household, which should be much of a surprise to hear that my parents are conservative Republicans. The Trucksess family is primarily German and Irish. Historically, the Trucksess name was German, and was most common on the East coast around New Jersey and Pennsylvania. Both sides of my family had a poor history with smoking and alcohol. God was able to bless

Nancy had finally moved to Australia. She just wanted to start a new life in a different place. She took everything that she stuffed and put them into boxes and shipped them to her house. Then it all goes down from here. Nancy had finally got everything set up and organized for the bed and breakfast. She put her sign up to let everyone know there was a bed and breakfast there. It took about a week until someone finally showed up and asked to stay for the night.

I raced inside Amber’s garage “Emily get on one of the bikes we can go for a ride before it rains.” Amber shouted from inside the house. I grabbed one of the bikes and of course I was to short for it, but I used it anyway. As Amber raN out she hopPED on her bike and we starTED riding down to the street. We rode very slowly because of how short I was but we still managed to make it to Braden’s house on time. Braden ignored us when we went to his house so then we began to ride back. As we arrived at the stop sign down the street from Brandon's house when it starts to rain. Amber and I decide to take an alternative path to get home faster, but with our luck the way we picked was closed. We turned around and we started to hear sirens. We started

Around the block from my home stands what my family refers to as “The House on Maple Street.” Last night while eating dinner, this house became a topic of discussion. My family thought that there was something strange about this house, but we just couldn’t put our finger on it. We developed three different theories about what could be going on.