Personal Narrative: My Shadowing At Exotic Home Designs

One morning, i was in 6th grade, my sister and I wake up, and we are home alone. We heard large noises on the porch. We went to go peek through the curtain, and there was a man lying on our porch. I called the neighbors, and we both hopped the fence and they let us in. The cops had then been called, while the stranger was still on our porch. The cops arrive and get the stranger and his information. The following day, we found out the man was on probation. The significance of this day, was the neighbors, that we are good friends with, helped us out in the moment of panic, and my sister and I not knowing what to do. Transformation that created fear of this day, was when we were home alone getting ready for school around 10:30, and then having a stranger at my doorstep. Also, not knowing what to do at that one moment of panic at time.

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.

Someone broke into my car and about $400 worth of cash and items were stolen.

Last spring when I began a Landscaping Business an old friend from high school who was knowledgeable about landscaping needed a job. He ended up being a great worker and every one of the clients were happy with his expertise, A few months, he came to me and said that after fall cleanup he was moving to the Burlington area. I was extremely upset I knew it would be hard able to replace such a talented person. My wheels were turning in the matter of what it would take to make him want to stay. We sat down together and I asked “What might it take to keep you from moving. He took a long look at me and said "It is something I have been wanting to do for a while now. I knew right then and there this was not going to be simple. I just said" I will

Ultimately, after examining the child's location with an ultrasound, the physician informed Dax, "I have to take her for the C-section." I yowled for 10 mins. I was so dissatisfied. I attempted actually difficult! Yet she appeared magnificently. They placed her on my breast, and also I was so delighted that everyone was safe.

When I think about my red house, a free and easy feeling rushes over. Worries consisted of macaroni being too hot, swinging too high, and Dora, my first dog, pooping in my room. With bookshelves filled with stuffed animals and countless Pooh Bear toys, I was always content. The playground in my backyard provided days of fun, and nights in my mom and dad’s bed gave me peaceful and comforting sleep, preparing me for the next day of work. The kitchen was where I liked to claim I “worked”. Although I didn’t do a lot of the actual cooking, I liked to be there while my mom was. A love for cooking and baking developed at a young age, around the same time I realized I wanted to be just like my mom. The song “Best Day” by Taylor Swift perfectly describes

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.

In my free time I enjoy painting and photoshopping and graphic design. Most of my art is painting and digital art of all different art styles. Many of my paintings incorporate silhouettes and bright colors, to create an aspect of contrast. One my favorite works is a picture of an eye surrounded in snow. They eyelashes of the eye are made of icicles and tree branches. In the background there's a white dove caring a key. The dove is highly translucent and a viewer may have to look closer to see it.

This is the story of how I reached to the top of the world. I had been living in a tight rubber surrounded space just recently, and I didn’t like it. I preferred the darker, metal surrounded, and hard wall that I was previously in with all my friends before I was sucked into this place. I was freaked out because when I first spreaded out into into the space, the wall seemed to react to my movement; my body pushed hard against the wall pressing it outward until it wrapped around me like a blanket. I also heard different voices outside of the wall between me and the world as if whoever they are were also pressing against the same wall. Outside of my metal home or this new strange location was a world that escaped my memory since I was young.

When I was around the age 11-12 my sister and I would go to our Dad's furniture place. The front of the building was in good shape but the back of the building was effect by hurricane Katrina. The tail of the building was scattered with sharp wood, scraggy stripped tin, and many other hazards. This place was forbidden from My sister and I, yet one day we decided to go on an 'adventure' back there. I ended up with tin stuck in my leg but neither of us would tell my dad how I got the injury. At the end of the day I told my dad and my sister was punished for my

I went to the tattoo artist apartment located in Northeast D.C. on Minnesota Avenue thinking it was a tattoo shop. The tattoo artist name was Lee and his two assistants were there too. When my cousin Jasmine and I first walked in there were kids sitting on the couch in the living room without lights watching cartoons on TV. The entire process was slow because another person was still getting a tattoo at the time of my appointment, so I had to wait even longer. Before Lee started on my tattoo, he asked his assistant, “Did you print out a sketch of the tattoo that she wants”. As his assistant was repeatedly trying to print out the sketch, he says, “I’ve been trying to but the printer isn’t cooperating or printing it out”. Lee was as busy as a

Decor has always been important to me because it changes the way I interact with my environment. As someone who is heavily involved in the arts, I am ridiculously visual. I cannot work if my workspace is not organized, I once had an office job and I could barely stand my boring cubicle. My pinterest is filled with boards of cute dorm ideas and home decor DIYs. I am a person whose mood can change the second they step into a pretty room, and I use my space around me as another form of self expression.

I grew up for my first sixteen years in Miami, Florida, a large city on the southern east coast of Florida. My hometown is famous for it's lavish lifestyles and beaches. I however lived in a neighborhood far away from the beaches you would see on television. The closest beach for me was about an hour away. I remember my older sister and brother who could both drive taking me to the Keys and Miami Beach north of where we lived.

As you know closing has been already delayed on 405 Kettering Rd, Davenport property and I have not heard any decision on my 2nd home/vacation home mortgage application. I have been maintaining the same stand since beginning on how we will be using our 2nd home / vacation home and the sale contract does have the reference of seller future bookings. The appraisal further indicates the property has been zoned for vacation home as well as short term rentals.

The living room phone continued to ring. I rarely answered calls to my house, and attempted to ignore the obnoxious sound. The phone’s commotion lingered, “Ring…Ring…Ring.” I grudgingly stood up from the couch and walked to answer the phone. “Johnson residence, this is Josiah.” I stated. A mournful voice whispered, “Josiah…This is Mrs. Wright.” She paused for an awkward moment. “Caden isn’t with us anymore.” My heart froze. I responded in an instant, “What do you mean? What’s going on?” Silence overtook the conversation for a minute before the now sobbing mother answered, “Caden shot himself last night. He isn’t with us anymore.” Mrs. Wright continued the conversation, but her words blurred into unrecognizable sounds. My thoughts had preoccupied