Personal Narrative: Lend's Home

Walking away from everything you once knew and starting over is never a picnic. Leaving Iraq, and moving to America has impacted my life more than anything. I was only 4 years old at that time, and the only English I spoke was “excuse me, water please.” My family and I did not know it then, but our lives were going to change; we would become “Americanized”. Learning English was one of the massive changes that occurred, the way I dressed (culture), and even the way I had power to go to school and educate myself.

I was brought out of my painful daze while looking down at my dad pouring vinegar and rubbing a credit card repeatedly over the sting. Not knowing what to expect I looked down to see that my shin had puffed up multiple inches and turned a purple color. I was escorted upstairs to the condominium and had strict instructions to stay on the couch in front of the sliding glass doors. I peered out to see the dark, eerie water filled with many unknowns. No longer was it a sight of beauty, it had turned into an ominous view that was filled with gloomy and painful memories. My eyelids slid shut as I tried to escape my once paradise, and now nightmare.

I woke up at 3:00am and thought about how nice it would be to let my sister be the first one to wish me a happy birthday. I went to her room expecting to find her asleep on her pink princess bed, but she wasn’t there. I went to my parents room to tell them that she was gone, but when I walked in, I saw my parents on the bed, their chests cut open revealing their internal organs, the bed spread covered in red and black blood, and my sister, half transformed, with long, pointed fingers, taller, spotted with pure black fluid pouring out of her pores, and in her hands she held the hearts of our parents. I ran into the guest bedroom, looking for the phone to call anyone who might help, but before I could find it, she was in the doorway, staring at me. She walked towards me, twitching with every movement she made, while whispering “a scuru risurrezzione” over and over again.

I heard a feminine voice call out to me as I blazed out the front door. "Good morning Amber! Oh, where are you--" I cut her off with a sharp slam. I couldn't look back. With each step towards my car, I inhale painful sobs of air. I feel as if I don't know who I am, as if I was that 18 year old girl hearing the news of his death for the first time. I couldn't think of the name that belongs to me, or any one else but my father. Any face my subconscious offers had the resonance of a total stranger, then was replaced with the haunting image of

One night after I bagged-and-tagged this vampire, the alarms went off so I ran to Raquel’s office. She looked normal, just going through some papers on her desk but something seemed different. She looked like water, but she was totally normal. It wasn’t Raquel, so I tazed it and security came and everything was hectic. I thought the thing had ate Raquel, but turns out he was just trying to figure out who was killing all the paranormals. I didn’t know how many paranormals were dying until I was trying to bag-and-tag a Vampire one night and I walked into a room full of about 20 of them. I called Reth, an ex boyfriend faerie, which was a mistake and faeries have to do whatever you say if you use their first name. His real name wasn’t Reth that was just his faerie name. He is always trying to love me and after what he did, I don’t love him. Faeries have bad tempers and they are very manipulative. I found out that all the vampires that were in that room were found dead. Then, I had a mission to go bag-and-tag a hag. I hated hags so Jacques came with me, Jacques is a werewolf and when I was looking in the swamp for the hag, I found her dead. She was so ugly, but she was

Generally, I had a positive outlook toward life in junior high and high school. I had great friends, teachers, parents, and teammates that supported my life goals and decisions. I thoroughly enjoyed my hobbies and practice to get my mind off of school. When it comes to Marcia’s identity statuses, I would say that I was in between identity foreclosure and moratorium. In junior high school, I basically participated in the activities and life choices that my parents and family thought were best, so I would consider my status to be foreclosure. If my parents wanted me to contribute to specific organizations, then I would because I did not want to upset their thoughts and opinions. In high school, I began to research and look into my own career choices, so I feel that I was in the very beginning stage of

“Dad!” Was the only word that had rushed out of Russell’s mouth the instant he saw his father enter the room. And, once he finished hugging Cary he then added, “Have you found him? What did those people you arrested say?”

I hope everything is going well since the last time we talked. I wanted to touch base with you to see if you have given the builder the remaining $40K for the Earnest Money Deposit? If so if you could send me a copy of the check or wire transfer as well as a copy of the bank statement or transaction history showing the $40K leaving your bank account that would be greatly appreciated so that I can clear that stipulation from the Underwriter. If you haven’t given the builder the remaining $40K not a problem we will just take care of all of this when you do. Please do not hesitate to give me a call if you have any questions. I hope you have a great

The wonderful thing about this program is that the mortgage loan is guaranteed by the United States Department of Agriculture. It wasn’t difficult finding a local mortgage company offering this option. Actually, the best thing about it is that I was able to secure the mortgage not using a penny towards down payment. That’s 100 percent loan. And I still benefited from the low interest

Buying a home is the biggest decision that I can make. Once the decision is made, there are a lot of risks to be addressed include financial and environmental risks. At that time it required for me a deep look to. not only of risks related to mortgage interest rates and volatile home prices, but also other risks such as maintenance and renovation risks.

Earlier this year my aunt was left without a home. Having little money to buy a home, she had to settle for buying a small plot of land. She needed help cleaning up the plot of land, however, I could not help her because she lives in Colombia. I created a digital poster with details about a clean-up day and clean-up supplies needed. I sent it in a family group message, this was scary to me because I thought I would be judged for asking people to clean up while I wasn’t going to. The responses I received were completely the opposite of that. My family believed my idea was great and was excited get involved. Soon, I started receiving pictures of at least 20 family members cleaning up the land. After this amazing turn-out, I knew it was possible

I let the darkness overcome me as I stood there, waiting for my fears to subside. "Ma'am?" The voice echoed in my head a thousand times over. "Uh, ma'am?" I felt a hand touch my shoulder and opened my eyes. "Ma'am, are you sure you want to go through with this?" I pondered over the thought of possibly putting my sister's husband in jail. But I needed this, for me. I didn't need his abuse towards me any longer. It was then that I realized how much I needed to be safe, away from the darkness named Greg.

Let's start at the beginning. Derek and I have been together for 1 year and we're really happy. But ever since, Peter kept stalking me. When he got the chance, he flirted with me. Not only saying thing's like “you're beautiful”, but also touching me on intimate places and whispering in my ear what he would do to me if I were his girlfriend. In the beginning I thought he was just joking, but once he brought it to a different level, I got a little scared. I never told Derek, because I didn't want to lose him.

It was midnight; I lay awake unable to sleep, thoughts swirling through my mind. Like a crack of a whip I was jolted back into reality by a loud chorus of screams echoing though the silence of the night. I peered out of my window but only saw the moon resting in the jet-black sky. As, I slipped back into my cosy bed I could still hear more screams. I lay as still as a log, scared stiff for what felt like an eternity. Suddenly, I heard our front door creak open, my dog barking to warn us of the intruder. Someone was downstairs and was now climbing up the stairs to what sounded like my parents’ bedroom. I was paralysed with fear unable to move.

Weak after weak, month after month, I kept trying all matter of ways to get my father either in trouble with the law, or make my mother’s family distrust him, all to no avail. The only toll that this was taking was on him. He kept getting madder and madder, only now he was taking it out on me again, which I was fine with. What I was not fine with, was that now he was completely ignoring my mother’s needs, and I had to take care of her. This had to end, I had to finish what I started. I had had enough of his shit, and was going to put a stop to his assholery, and prevent my mother’s death, and I was going to do it the very next night. At least that is what I thought. The plan was simple, yet as I go over it again in my mind I see it for the insanity that underlaid it, I was going to get him to stay true to his threat, and get him to make an attempt on my life. At least if he were to kill me, he would not get a chance to hurt her. Unfortunately my dreams could not prepare for what would transpire when I attempted my final plan.