Personal Narrative: Maria

Ariana hasn't been answering any of my messages or any of my calls. I eventually decided to give up and I went and took a shower.

We had a good time and she seems to be doing well. She told me that she started an "adult transition school" and is learning life skills and doing volunteer work with her class. She said that her class volunteered at Walgreens stocking shelves recently. My beautiful Abbie was so sick with the flu and a fever this past week, but is doing better now. My Gracie pie is working hard and Carla and I were suppose to FaceTime her the other night, but Carla has been so sick with a bad cold this week (she is doing a lot better today) that we weren't able to call her and hope that we can call her

I was born in the Dominican Republic my parents named me Maria Esther, with many associate to be spanish but the true is originated from Hebrew. I'm 22 years old and too mature for my age. I'm the older of five kids, between my baby sister are 7 years apart, with made me to be responsible and not able to feel classes or choose to do wild and crazy things . growing up my family movie five time alway in urban area. My siblings and I grow up with many friends in different places. My sister and I attend private school until our 8 and 7 years old we started at the age of 2. I grow up in a catholic family, but I always was to curious at early age I started studying others religion what lead me to change my religion domination. My skin color is light brown. When people see me for

As a third and fourth grader, I participated in choir. I enjoyed it then but decided to stop so that I would have more time for homework. In the beginning of seventh grade, when it came time to decide if you want to join choir, Maria Abbulone and I chose to sign up. We thought it would be a fun experience because we enjoy singing, and we had done it in past years. As choir practices began, Maria and I thought that it would be a fun experience for the year, and we might decide to do it in eighth grade. As the choir kicked into full swing, everything was going well.

We flew down the bumpy trails with dust in our face. Maria took Rachel and I four-wheeling with some friends. It was two o’clock in the morning and my mom didn't know where we were. Maria Tormanen is my older sister. Maria has a positive influence on me because she is always pushing me out of my comfort zone. She supports me in what i do and she goes after her dreams, I admire that.

When I was young, my family and I lived in the coastal plains of Texas. One day, I started to think about what it was like at the very top in Texas. I always dreamed about the cowboys, farms, ranchers and the farm animals, that they were unique and that that was the only things that the great plains had. As I grew older, I thought it was boring, and then I had an idea. What if I, Maria Muro could make it more fun? So, I decided to dedicate my life to make the most fun city In Texas.

Last year, 2016, scaled to my first tournament that would be played at Marista. I would not

On the night of December 19th, 2003, a baby is born. Her mom’s a social worker, her dad’s a nephrologist, and she has one older sister. Her name is Sophia Galoustian, although later she will wish to be called Sophie. After two years of living in Maine, the family moves to California, where Sophie will grow up.I am Sophia Galoustian, and this is part of who I am.

“Maria! Maria where are you?” I look around the vast yard searching for my sister. I give up looking, she’ll eventually come in when she notices I’ve stopped looking for her. I pass my mother on our porch staring into the horizon waiting for something that’ll never happen. “A blizzard” the radio had crackled out last night. The reporter said that anyone in Oklahoma to leave if they still can. My father and I don’t believe that bogus, but it has Ma a bit rattled. I ran up the stairs of our rickety old house up to the attic. I heard the slamming of the door. It must be Maria, ‘cus it’s still light outside so Pa shouldn’t be home yet. I peek down stairs and Maria and ma are heading into the kitchen to cook supper. I know I should go and help but

Mrs. Sofia is a 46-year-old Hispanic female. Mrs. Sofia moved to the United States six months ago from the Dominican Republic. She moved with her family to Connecticut to better their lives and for greater job opportunities. Mrs. Sofia works at the local high school as a housekeeper. Mrs. Sofia is happily married with two daughters, one son, and she lives with her parents. Mrs. Sofia is very close with her family. Mrs. Sofia stated, “My family is the biggest part of my life and support system”. Mrs. Sofia’s primary language is Spanish, but can speak some English. Mrs. Sofia and her family believe in folk remedies in times of illness. In time of sickness, she uses herbs to help cure the illness. Since Mrs. Sofia is a immigrant from the Dominican Republic she was not able to receive the same type of health care that a typical American would have.

Maria was at the lunch table one day. As she was about to eat her brownie the school bully walked up her name was Jawanna. She was the biggest and the meanest girl in the grade and she loved picking on Maria. She walked up to Maria and said “let me have your brownie” even though Maria wanted her to eat it she gave it to jawanna anyway. So when jawanna walked away Maria’s friend Jessica came and told her “If you don’t stand up for yourself she is not going to stop picking on you” so she told Jessica if I feed her enough dessert she’ll have a heart attack and they giggled. The next day jawanna wanted Marias mechanical pencil so she asked and Maria said no and she took it anyway and gave Maria a cheap wooden pencil at the end of class she gave

Throughout my life there have been few people that have made an impact in my life, but the one that has made the greatest influence in me is my older and only sister, Diana Cienfuegos. Although we often argue, I know I was very fortunate to have someone who guided me through the right path in life. My sister has been my role model as a student, given me strength when I need it, and helped me in whatever she could to make me happy.

When I was little, I didn’t know I could see paranormals. I didn’t know they existed. I was in a foster care system. One day, I wanted to go to the library. I walked through the cemetery and saw a guy sitting on the gravestone. I looked at him and saw right through him. I got so scared. Paranormals have normal people skin but underneath they are ugly. I see them for who they are underneath their skin. The ICPA uses me to bag and tag these paranormals now. Nobody else can see these monsters, so I taze them and put a tracker on their ankle and read them their rights, They need to be in ICPA custody so they don’t hurt anybody. Vamps suck people’s blood and Zombies eat people and hags eat little kids and werewolfs howl and the moon and attack people.

Hola Diana, yes it was good to see them even though it was only one night. We don't have many houses built on stilts either but with the sea levels rising it is something the government should be thinking about, but they never do think do they, it's always about short term gain from short term brains.

“I will tell you when I woke up to see Marisa standing over me it was the most relieving and terrifying sight I have ever had to wake up to, and I had to wake up next to Stephan for a while. She ended up telling me I was asleep for almost two days, and when Stephen would come into the room which was almost three times a day Alexander would take her into a different room and make sure she didn’t hear anything.” I started to tear up, “ I remember breaking down in her arms, and begging her to kill me. How could I ever live like this? How could this guy, who I trusted, do something like this to me? I lost everything the night he decided that his teenage hormones were worth more than my life, or even my best friends life. I will tell you all, I