Personal Narrative: Veronica Arizona

This type of upbringing would lead one to believe that her life would not amount to anything and torn by the fact that she was not residing with her family. However, subconsciously, when she needed reassurance, her paternal mother’s words to her would always surface in her mind, “Sunshine, you’re my baby and I’m your only mother, but you must obey the one taking care of you but she is not your mama”.

“I’m sorry, Chuck.” Veronica said. “I didn’t want to tell you this because of your father, but he’s dead now. I’m in love with your uncle Jack and I signed the hotel to him but you can get it back. I hope you will forgive me.

“Stop,” said Jen as she shook her head back and forth. “You’re my best friend, and I don’t want to mess that up.”

She was cold, distant and negligent as a mother. Alexie and his mother even went three years without speaking to each other, despite living under the same roof. In addition, one of the stories Alexie’s tells is when he was a kid and was shot at with a pellet gun. When he went to explain to his mother what a boy had done to him, his mother only told him he took things too seriously. Years later, Alexie confronted his mother about what had happened.

Everyday she struggles with people calling her the bad person, people not believing her, and people not forgiving her, like her own father. One day when Valerie’s mom texts her telling her she has to work late and to ride the bus home, she decides to walk a few miles to her dads firm. She was kind of skeptical of asking her dad for a ride but she figured it’d be a better alternative to riding the bus. When she arrives at the firm she sees something that made her mouth drop. She saw he dad gently place a hand on his secretary’s shoulder. He called her ‘Sweetheart’ and ‘Baby’, something he hadn’t done to her mom for years. I predicted that he had been having an affair on Valerie’s mom. A few chapters later I found out that my prediction was right. Valeri also found out the ominous truth of her fathers affair. Valerie’s dad told her mom everything and she wanted him out of the house. He told Valerie how much he loved Briley, his twenty-four year old secretary, and then said, “I was set to move in with her over the summer. We’d hoped to have been married been now. But the shooting…” (Brown 294). What made Valerie upset the most was the fact that he hid his anger towards her mom by covering it up with the shooting. He blamed Valerie for his distantness from the family but really he was out having an affair with his

When he arrived to his mother’s house, an old log cabin, he slung the door open and ran into the living room. She wasn’t there, so he checked in the kitchen, and there his mother was with a knife in her hands aiming it at Logan’s chest. When she saw it was just her son, Mrs. Nightshade put the knife down. “Logan you scared- What’s wrong?” she asked noticing the sad look in his eyes. “I have something important to tell you,” he told his mother, dreading telling his mother the horrific news and leaving her with another burden on her

I was consumed by my own anger: the fear of being all alone, that I wasn’t able to control the beast in me. Because of this, I had missed the last words my mother said, her last days and her last smile. I was selfish, and as much as it pains me to admit, my ego was greater than anything that was happening in the house.

Kacie couldn’t hold her tongue any longer. “Mom!” she shouted, throwing open the basement doors and leaning over the steps. “Mom!” Kacie catapulted around the corner and into the kitchen. “Mom!” Her mother looked up, her expression questioning.

I spent my life imagining all the ways she loved me, what a perfect specimen of a mother she was. And all of it was lies. I had completely made her up”(251-251). Acting like a child, she vents out her anger by destroying items around her. Bearing the heavy burden of the murder of her beloved mother, and the truth of her abandonment she loathe herself and fell into deep despair.

“Maddison thought to herself “why did it have to be this way? Why couldn’t I just have a normal life?” She walked in on her drunken father beating her mother to death. Her mother Madeline looked so helpless. Fear was all you could see in her eyes. She silently mouthed “ I love you and I’ll always watch over you” to her daughter. Madeline knew her time was coming. Maddison knew what her mom was thinking and it made her body fill with rage, hurt, and anger. She left the scene and went to the place her mother told her to go if this happened again.

“Mother,” he cries, seeing her rise to her feet. He leaps into her arms, in which she did not flinch from the throbbing pain, nor the stickiness of the blood on her hands and

Veronica had always felt like a nobody and saw her high school peers as demons out to get her, Heather Chandler

Veronica wasn’t sure what the right play was for all this. Logan could definitely afford to get Weevil a new motorcycle, but Veronica was willing to bet on a cold day in Neptune Hell before that happened. Crooked nose and all, Logan had found a way to smile about his girlfriend cheating on him, and she didn’t bet he’d be willing to take that back for much.

Amara was seventeen years old now and definitely held that advice very near and dear to her heart. She still couldn’t believe the events of that night when her mom gave her that advice. She was going out to “work” again tonight. Her usual 11:00p.m.-5:00a.m. shift. Amara knew a long time ago her mom was a prostitute but hadn’t come to care. She actually admired her mom for doing it. She looked at is as her mom going to the ends of the earth to make sure that Amara had anything she wanted. Amara had top designer brand clothes that the other kids in school couldn’t even pronounce. She never was hungry and never went without. Amara and her mom lived in a big house with her mom’s boyfriend/pimp. Amara’s mom was a beautiful women named Keisha. Keisha was brown-skinned with deep green eyes. She had long natural hair that was thick and ended at the end of her spine. She had the perfect body shape that women dream of. Most of all she was smart and never game goofy. I think thats what

“Hi, Kathy!” she called, her voice cheery as she addressed her younger sister. As soon as those words left my mom’s mouth, a rapid-fire trail of shaky panic came booming off the other end of the line. Conversation was typically easy; a shooting the breeze sort of talk, but this was much different. The usual laughter was nowhere to be found and my mother was holding her breath. As the