Personal Narrative: I Am Hannah Jean G Rooms

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.

When I was six I wanted to be Hannah Montanna. When I was 12 I still dreamed of becoming a pop-star, but figured I could have a second job too – just in case. I’m seventeen now and I’ve have read Maya Angalou and Ralph Waldo Emerson; I’ve studied American history, marvled at astounding scientific discoveries, and cheered for political revolutions. I've traveled to different states and analyzed geological features for the aesthetic beauty and for the geological history. I've done many things, the logical step here would be then for me to pick; speak or forever hold my peace, but in all honesty, I don't know what I want to be. My six-year old self would say it's because I've seen too much, I think it's because I haven't seen enough. I want to

Suddenly I gain consciousness. Unable to open my eyes, I feel a cluster of dried sticks poking my back as if I was lying on a bed covered by pins. A constant ringing noise almost blankets the sound of the leaves dancing with the wind around me. With a gentle sigh I allow myself to build enough energy for me to open an eye. My eye began to follow a path towards the only light source it sees, the fire from a wooden torch gripped with my left hand. I open my other eye and began to force my lean body to a kneeling position. The smell of decomposing leaves irritates my nose as I gaze at the identical oak trees surrounding me like a wall of armoured gladiators. Using my wrinkled hands and injured legs I crawl towards

Who am I? I am a person that likes getting her job done. I am a teenager that is always there when a friend or a family needs an advice or any help on anything I am positive about many things I am a person that is calm relaxing and stay away from conflict who am I? I am Elizanne Barrios a person that will never give up in life until I accomplish my dreams because that’s why I came to America to succeed.

On April 1, 2000, I was placed into a group home because of my behavior at the home. My dad and I didn’t get along. So he sent me to a placed called Bowman House. When I arrived there the first person I met was a lady name Alexander, she begin showing me around the units. Alexander was called the granny of the units. It was two units for the boys and girls. She took me to the boys unit first to look at the units. After I looked at the boys unit she took me to the girls unit. Where I would be staying. I had the chance to bond with Alexander, it wasn’t something I was trying to do it just happen. I had to stay with Alexander until the staff came back from picking the other peers up from school. An hour pass and the peers came back I had to go

1.There’s no way for her to escape 2.Her hands and feet are tied behind a chair. 3.Shes in the woods, in a cabin. 4.There is a light bulb hanging on the ceiling 5.With a string that can turn it on and off. 6.Her eyes are covered with a red bandana. 7.She can feel him walking toward her.

I lost everything, my home and family. I lost friends and colleagues, if any survived I never found out, I was forced to evacuate after sustaining injuries, I lost contact with everyone.” His voice shook as he spoke, “Today’s the first time I’ve gathered enough courage to share this.”

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Twenty years ago today, God gave me my second child. She has come to have many nicknames from my gift from God, my Angel of Jesus, to my Princess. Lauren Bailey, you have developed into a beautiful young lady, who is head strong and always knows what she wants. Even as a baby you knew what you wanted and how you were going to do things. When the doctors told me that they needed to take you away as soon as I had you, I lost a piece of me, because I did not know what to expect especially after your first surgery at five days old, but you showed your dad and I that you were strong and willing to live. You have shown so much courage, even at 9 years old, when you had your open heart surgery and you told me “Mom if God wants me to be with him, I

“Caitlin, it’s good to see you again,” Jessie Wells said to me as I signed into the hospital, it seemed sad that I had been there so much the staff knew my name.

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.

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

83 + years ago, I was a male trapped in a females body, but on Feb. 13, 1933, in a one room garage, with a wood stove for heat and cooking and coal oil lamp for lighting, nestled up in the Ozark Mountains in northern Arkansas. Dr. Watkins the only Doctor in that small community, came to that little farm by horse and buggy and delivered me. My Dad and Mother named me, Luchen Allen Bailey. I will always be proud to say, “I am the son of a dirt farmer, from Alpena, Arkansas.”

I hobble up to my husband’s grave, last time I was here, I could barely see the headstone through the crowd of people I didn’t know. I left the funeral early, it was too much for me to handle. The cold air nipped at my boney hands, and the tip of my nose. I can barely make it through the snow without tripping. It is worth it just to talk to him. The smell of death reaches my nose before I make it over the tiny hill, his grave is just at the top. I stumble over a tree root covered by snow, and I catch myself just in time with my nobby wooden cane.

and I go under the trees, and make our little own pathway. There is headlights, streetlights, and houses peeking threw the trees. We here a couple trees wiggle, making it sound like there is creatures making there way around them. It startled us a little, making my heart beat out of my chest. All of the sudden, a small, tiny tree falls over, making us startle, once again. I step in a hole, which a pile of leaves in it, I slowly sink in, as Emma screams, and tries to pull me up. Emma trips over a pile of sticks, and scraps her leg, from thrones, and from tiny branches. It isn't bleeding bad, but a drip of blood rolls down her leg. We make a run for it out of the woods, and we know smell like we've been in the woods for hours. I soon fall in a pile of mud, and something grabs my leg. It is definitely a figure of a hand, but I'm not quite sure what it is. I look behind me, seeing a tall figure seeing it was a vampire. We both scream in shock. We run fast in a matter of seconds, and see Dark Chambers. We make a run for it, and see the vampire is a little ways behind