Personal Narrative: Little House On The Praire

The house was long, white, and had blue shudders. I could always pick out which set of windows out front peeked into my bedroom because of the messy off-white paint stuck to it after years of never being touched up. Inside, so much more was going on than the typical all-American home lead outsiders to believe. Confusion, growth, fear, and lots of aluminum cans.

The agency I chose to interview was MyHouse at 300 North Willow in Wasilla, Alaska. Their mission is to provide safe shelter for homeless youth with a goal of connecting kids to a network of caring individuals and agencies able to assist them in becoming self-sufficient. They have a board of directors that meet regularly to discuss issues and where to go next with the agency.

“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 cannot believe it took one person to destroy me, one person to discard all of my trust for anyone. One person to make me forget who my real friends were. One person to banish me to the deepest parts of my mind. One person to make me think that I’m not worthy of anything. One person to be so ignorant as to make me think it was all my fault. That one person, under that pretty little face is called Ashley Melgar. From here on out we’ll call her “Little A.” Little A was a curious tale of my not so great past. Boyfriend and all, I still continued to fall for her lies and manipulation. My mind was clouded and there was no way to clear my vision. In my head she was a damaged soul with a fucked up boyfriend; in reality she was a fucked up soul with

“Tell me, how does a pathetic, worthless, but yet intelligent person get into this mess and end up here?” Seymour asks, not really expecting an answer, but to dignify his still anger, uses his carved, smooth surface of his wooden baseball bat to strike her left knee, which has fell off for the fifth time now, since she awoken in the mysterious room. She was tired, hungry, thirsty, homesick, and yet so furious the adrenaline pumped bitter life into her and she sat, ropes to her chest, arms, and legs, thinking about life before this moment. “She gets the million dollar questions correct, but only by taking wild guesses,” she manages to say, hoping this sacred fuel will last forever. Before taking another swing at her leg, he chuckles, and then

Natasha Romanoff smirks as she watches a wayward demi-god grimace at the sealed package of cup-a-noodles in his hand. He leans a hip against the island counter, habitually feigning nonchalance. However, as an astute student of body language she can read the subtle tension in musculature of his face. She pauses for only an instant at the entryway to observe him, confirming for herself again, that he actually is trying fit in here. She would never presume to mention it to Director Fury, not without a direct inquiry from him, but she had had her own concerns when S.H.I.E.L.D. agreed to take Loki on as part of some sort of Asgardian rehabilitation program. Now she’s less certain of her opinion. Not wanting to be noticed spying, she breezes into the common area and crosses to the refrigerator, perusing the offerings briefly before grabbing a bottled smoothie. She can feel

“The nurse said she was running a fever of 102. They tried to call her parents, but they were apparently in the middle of a crucial heart transplant,” Phoenix said after a few moments of silence. I mentally sighed. My mom is cardiothoracic surgeon, and my dad is her assistant. I think it’s cute that they work together, but that means whenever Mom has to perform a surgery, Dad has to go too. And I’ve seen my fair share of nannies and babysitters in my lifetime because of it.

We moved to the house on Wilhoyt Lane when I was in fourth grade. Before we moved to the house on Wilhoyt Lane we lived in a two story house in the middle of some fields. Before my dad got a job in Yerington my mom was a teacher in Fernaly and my dad did tile. The house that we lived in was a one story house that was in a decent sized neighborhood, with a small backyard. The house that we lived in Fernaly was definably smaller than the houses we lived in Yerington.

Benjamin was the butt of everyone’s jokes. It wasn’t that he was dumb. Just living on some other planet. The town council was embarrassed to have a 26-year-old sitting on a bench all day in front of the courthouse, so they gave him a job polishing’ cannonballs piled beside the Civil War 10 pounder there. But a week later, Benjamin announced he was quitting’. “I found my own cannonball and I’m going into business for myself,” he told the mayor.

“Hmmph! WHERE ARE THE PLUGINS THAT I WANT!?” My manager’s words resonated through my body and my eyes started to flare. My fingers nimbly typed out the words that would lead me to a comforting place. I dove into the world of coding languages where the limit’s the sky and I knew how to fly.

Renees heart was going to pound out of her chest that night. Her hands were clammy and beads of sweat were rolling down her face as she held her new bulky phone to her moist ear. She knew that she needed to tell her parents that her new business degree, that they had just paid for, was no longer what she wanted to do. She had found a new interesting in the medical field but knew her parents would be furious if she told them that every penny they had just spent was just a waste. The phone felt like it was ringing for a million years with the familiar buzzing noise, but at last she heard her mother's sweet voice in the other line. Not knowing how to address the situation renee tried to avoid the conversation for as long as possible. Her voice

Bennett Miller was not calm.  He was, in fact, further from calm than he had been since he grew out of his tantrum-throwing phase as a toddler, and it was the most he could do to stop the sobs from escaping his throat; he could feel the tears silently streaming down his cheeks.  He furiously wiped the tears away and straightened his blue bowtie, but wished he had chosen clothes that were less conspicuous.  He didn’t want to be noticed today.  For the first time in months he regretted coming out of the closet.

It has been a year and a half and things are going good. Mother and father have been getting along and I have even been able to teach Sandy some few tricks, such as rolling over, sitting, and staying in place. Now that it is summer time my father and mother decided to plan a one and a half month trip with me to New York to get me to visit new and different places. They say it is going to be very different but they also said that we were going to have fun while there but I wasn't very excited since I don't know New York and I have heard that it is very big and has a lot of people which makes me scared since I don't know what could happen, but I hope I can at least make a friend while in New York that can get along with me just fine, and i

“Cindy, what makes you special is you. As you can finally guess, Vernon does background investigations on every applicate to work on this level and may have personal access to me. You are the only person within my entire conglomerate who had disclosed your entire life and even a few things that Vernon didn’t know. You may not think belong here, but I know you do. Just do me one small favor.”

I get up, and yawn I knew I had school today so I stumble to my feet. I knew my mother would be really mad at me. I run down the stairs as Nathan yells food is done. i beat my brother and my sister down the stairs because i knew they wouldn't save any food for me. as i ran down the steps i yelled through the door what we having…… i looked it was oatmeal with ham i stopped dead in my tracks i knew this was going to be nasty. i told Nathan i didn't want any he said oh you have to have some. i pout and say no thanks i hate oatmeal it's horse food. she picked me up and sat me on the chair. Nathan said you will not leave until all the food is gone off your plate my face gets red i always would like to think i was Tinkerbell off of peter pan cause