Personal Narrative: Nancy's Home

As I sat in my fourth grade English class listening to my teacher tell me "you have a book report due in just two short weeks" and I thought to myself how am I ever going to do this? I have never been a good writer and I have no idea where to begin explaining the book "Little House on The Praire" and presenting it in front of the class without being embaressed as all get out.The day went on as I thought about it more and more the bell rang. I ran out to my mom's car and stated "Mom I have a book report due in just two short weeks and I cant do it. She said "why not honey" I said " Im just not s good enough writer" She said " yes you are and yes you can and you will do a fantastic job at it. That is when I realized I am a writer.

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.

The winter formal was approaching fast like dark clouds before the rain hits. Frustrated, I slammed the phone down on the phone receiver. Looks like my make-shift girlfriend couldn't go to the dance because her dad said I just wanted to score. To make sure we had no off-campus interactions, he was going to make her go to family night at Shakey's Pizza that day.

came to the door so he rang the doorbell again no one answered so he went inside the

I saw several examples of nonverbal behavior; pulling out your Bible, and sitting and listening to the preacher. Having your Bible represents shows that you are their to learn. Listening to the preacher while sitting down shows respect and that you want to be learning about God.

Finally she found the envelope right as the door bell rang. She walked to the door and saw that it was their regular delivery guy,

1.There’s no way for her to escape 2.Her hands and feet are tied behind a chair. 3.Shes in the woods, in a cabin. 4.There is a light bulb hanging on the ceiling 5.With a string that can turn it on and off. 6.Her eyes are covered with a red bandana. 7.She can feel him walking toward her.

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.

I woke up on a warm sunny Saturday morning and went down stairs and called my friend Joey Gliech and said “Today is the day!”

Half way through my sophomore year, I got my driver’s license. Every teenager looks forward to when they can go driving around town. I turned sixteen on February sixth in two-thousand fourteen. Teenagers can get a little rebellious on the roads. On April twenty-third of the same year, I learned that it isn’t good to be rebellious.

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.

I Joyce Wilson landlord of the above address would like to gain access to Melanie Stafford’s apartment to do repairs. I have tried numerous times before but Melanie Stafford will not allow me or the workman in the apartment. Melanie Stafford has an unauthorized person living in the apartment and has keys to the apartment. I made several complaints and nothing has been done. Melanie Stafford has removed the fire/carbon dioxide detectors and threw them in the garbage on 4/24/16. The date of the inspection (4/18/16), there were fire/carbon dioxide detectors in Melanie Stafford’s apartment. I am asking HQS to notify Melanie Stafford about replacing the fire/carbon dioxide detectors immediately. Melanie Stafford is not paying her rent and she owes

Born in 1735 an American hero was born in North Carolina named Nancy Hart. Some say That Morgan was born in Pennsylvania. People also argued that Hart even existed. The identity of Nancy's parents have not been confirmed. Morgan's real name is Ann but is still called Nancy. Nancy was cross eyed. She also had red hair and stood 6ft tall. Morgan did smoke pot quite frequently.

Opening the door her eyes took in the man standing there and saw that he held a cake in his hands. Smiling she turned her attention to his face. "Well, John, thank you. Why don't you come in?" Standing back she motioned for the other to enter. "The kitchen is straight back." Her eyes looked him over again, he wasn't bad to look at. Perhaps she could use the poor soul. She would wait to see how he reacted to her advances. "My name is Annalise, by the