Personal Narrative-Tale House

"That wasn't entirely bad, now was it, Ren?" he asked with a warm, calming tone.

He forces his lips away from her skin to look at her sadly, "I would try to apparate you out, but Bellatrix made sure to jinx you so that you'd be bound to the Manor."

“We aren’t doing so good man, we miss Veronica so much. I blame myself for her death,” I say to the guys.

“Well you had this look of depression the whole time we were walking. Just a moment ago you let out a sigh. Is there anything you need to tell us? You know that me, Will, and Anna all care about you.”

“Then how do you explain all the things that still happen to them now?” Savannah then asked me now sounding implacable.

Carol: (Supporting Grace’s prior statement) Besides, you said it would be alright for us to wait out the storm as long as we were good, and we haven’t done anything wrong? (Both girls looking rather confused with the way they are being treated. They had both been so accustomed to cordelia’s friendly side, and have only been witnesses to her alter ego.)

Elliot smiles at them. "What's wrong with you two? You look as though you have seen a ghost." He chuckles.

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 don’t get why my sister is sending me here, sending me to rehab. Its not like I have a problem. Ok, I have a slight problem but that doesn’t mean I need to go to rehab for it. She thinks it will help me “get better”. I get so annoyed with her when she says that. All she ever says to me now is do this and you’ll get better, try harder and maybe things would work out. Try harder. You don’t think I’ve tried my whole life to fix the things that are wrong with me. I have. I fought every single day and nothing ever changed. I’m still the same way I was since I was little. I’m still messed up. I know I am but she can’t honestly think that rehab is going to help can she? I highly doubt it.

Cassidy frowned at me before smiling. “Come on, just even a hug or something? Quick, wrap your arm around my waist, Jeremy's staring at me.”

"Where all did, you, Ms. Rose, and young Blake go during the full moon a few nights ago?" I ask.

Daniel's bemused expression said more than words. His eyes swept across the room, and his brows furrowed slightly. The dark gray walls were painted bright yellow. Baby animal decals replaced the Amsterdam posters.

“See, you’re fine.” Milo said, smiling wide. Karmen’s eyebrows and shoulders relaxed at the sight of the other girl’s smile. Karmen noted the krinkles the other girl gets around her eyes when she smiles.

When she passed by him minutes later, he stepped out from behind the lockers, his fingers forcefully latching onto her wrists. She yelped as she was pulled into the restroom alongside him, a hand quickly pressed to her lips, muffling her cries.