Personal Narrative: My First Time At Hadleys Home

I didn't always live in California. Before California I lived in Denver, Colorado. Before Denver I lived in Aurora, Colorado. When we moved to california we had a family of five. We moved to California, when I was six, Then we lived at my grandma’s house in Riverside for a year. We found a place on Ferree Street and that became our home.

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.

Right then. Let’s begin, shall we? So, in the mornin’ I goes to Elwell’s room; I typically find the dame with a bunch a little brats. She’s usually teachin’ em something or other like vowels and all that cal. I never getta work with her mornin’ group; the brats usually screw off before I get there. After ‘at, a group o’ wee little brats come in – first graders, I finks. “Right there, mate?” I always ‘ear from the little rug-rats ‘fore I tell ‘em we gotta get goin on the class. So I gives the brats their white boards ‘n there marker ‘n there erasers and such. Then I reads ‘em a list a little o’ words with vowels and stuff.

William Foster is recently divorced, and his ex-wife Beth has a restraining order to keep him away from her and their child, Adele. In addition, he was recently laid off from his job. His frustration grows when his car air conditioning fails while he is stuck in traffic. He abandons his car and walks across Los Angeles to attend Adele's birthday party. At a convenience store, Foster becomes frustrated when the Korean owner refuses to give him change for a phone call. Foster disarms the owner and uses his bat to destroy merchandise before paying for a coke and leaving. Shortly thereafter, two gang members accost him with a knife. Foster attacks them with the bat and takes their knife.

I looked forward to this trip every single year. Driving to get there was almost better than the camping trip itself. The road had big hills that made your stomach drop on the way down, and I always pretended I was on a roller coaster. At the top of one of those hills, there was a wooden sign, painted brown with yellow letters, all in capitals, that said “WICKLUND’S CAMPGROUND”. The driveway was a simple, downhill dirt road that had a bend at the bottom of the decline. Driving around that corner, you could always see the lake sparkling through the thin line of trees because the sun was always shining. It was cloudy that day.

Today, we reached The Dalles. Nate told us we have two choices. Either we can float down the river, or we can go around Mt. Hood. We talked it over, and almost everyone agrees we should go around. I'm certain everybody remembers Ezekiel and the river, and none of us want to go through that again. So we start on Barlow Road, which will take us around the mountain, tomorrow. Things aren't getting much better here. We are all so tired. I think that once we get to Oregon, I will just sleep through winter.

The hour and a half was up. My mom and brother were going to the front doors, when she got a call from my dad.

I learned about Elms after I got a recruiting letter from Coach Matt Dyer saying he was interested in my running abilities. So I went home that night and looked up Elms; where it was located, the majors they offered and what life was like on campus. I was very satisfied with all the answers that I got, not only did the college have a beautiful location about an hour and a half away from my home town, it also had their own fireplace to sit around. Their students were very involved in the local communities and got placed in well fitting internships that led to future careers. I contacted Coach Matt, letting him know I was interested and that I wanted to learn more about campus life at Elms. So Matt suggested I come down for an upcoming open house,

But it was a start… or so he thought. The next three months went by without a word or attack until Thanksgiving eve. Terry was helping his mother peel potatoes while his father was reading the newspaper. All of a sudden, Terry’s father had a flashback. He dropped down to the floor faster than a fainting goat. He acted like a fish out of water; squirming on the cold kitchen floor. Terry’s mother continued peeling the potatoes, assuming it was just another average attack. It was not. As Terry looked over to his father, he remembered what happened at the hardware store; nervous laughing, his father crying, all the chaos at once. Terry realized that this attack was much more severe. He dashed to the landline, dialing 9-1-1 as his mother rushed

It was a cold pretty windy night in Forest City. I was in 7th grade and I was staying at my best friend at the time Haley’s house. She also had Daelynn over but we won't really as good as friends. I remember the exact time when we thought of this amazing idea. It was 11:56 at night and daelynn has been smoking weed for awhile and she thought she needed some so she asked us. “Why don’t we call Jordan and ask him and Andrew if we could buy some weed from them.” Now at this point I was ready. I was preparing myself to do this crazy thing that we were about to do. Haley and I agreed to it and so she called Jordan over with his best friend Andrew. By this time it was about 12:08. They said they would but we would have to meet them at the courthouse

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

There were plenty of snacks on the kitchen table, and I ate guacamole for the first time there. Clara’s high school friends were very easy to talk to, and it was easy to laugh along to their jokes. We had a little video game tournament and a big arm wrestling competition, before we decided to light a bonfire. The fire was hot in the 50 degree night air, and unnecessarily radiant under the unusually bright moon. As a group, we spent the majority of our time outside seated in assorted lawn chairs while burning s’mores and weenies over the fire. There was a customized playlist playing in the background that I complimented Clara on. She was very flattered and shared it with me, urging me to add any songs that I thought needed to be in there. Clara also handed me her camera so that I could take pictures and document her birthday party. I felt like Adam Elmakias for a bit. Clara’s high school friends started to burn fruit in the bonfire for the sake of burning fruit. Those pictures are

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.”

Katie Smith was at home when she received a call from Baileys school. They told me that Bailey passed out in class. They asked me if I wanted Bailey to go to the hospital. And I said, “Yes!”

I'm emailing since texting everyone individually is impractical and in some cases impossible. I was considering inviting David Brighton home for Easter since he has nothing else going on. Mother said it would be okay. However, I don't want him to be invasive so I thought I should check with everyone before I proceeded. Please let me know if you take issue with me inviting him otherwise I'll assume you are okay with it.