Personal Narrative: Working At Amber's Home

All I had on my mind was that my little brother was falsely accused of vandalism. When I woke up and went to school the following morning, I immediately got called to the office. There I found Branden, Bryson, and Jack. They are football players that cause a lot of trouble . As soon as I walked in, Jack said; “Jake did it and you know it.” Me, knowing this wasn’t true, raised my voice and replied, “You’re a liar and don’t be accusing my brother of something you didn’t know he did! You and your friends probably did it!” At that point, the principal and resource officer pulled the three boys into the office. Soon after, another officer walked in the door. “Emiley, come with me please.” he said. Once we walked into his office, he had the tapes pulled up from that Friday night. “Which one is Jake?” he asked. I replied, “Jake isn’t in it.” While watching the tapes, I saw a blonde haired girl, she reminded me of Anna. I asked the officer, “Who’s that girl?” and he replied “I can’t tell you, is there any reason your brother might’ve done this? Vandalism may be an act of revenge, a way of expressing a political opinion, or a means of intimidation.” At this point, I was so annoyed I got up and walked out. As I left, I walked past the football players as they snickered and laughed. While I was walking back to class, my phone vibrated. My mom texted me saying, Your dad and I are on our way to

The rest of that day, the decision I made earlier to remain quiet was eating me alive. I felt so guilty for not telling her. After school that day I went home and the story spewed in a rush to my mom. My mom counseled me about being kind, even in difficult times. She reminded me that I would want Cami to come to my rescue. She encouraged me to think of a way to fix this before it happened.

Later that night, as I was falling asleep, I heard muffled voices outside of my bedroom door, and suddenly the door was kicked in by police officers. I jumped out of my bed and ran over to my oldest sister Christine. She held me and tried to shield me from what was happening. I glanced up from Christine’s chest and saw my Uncle in handcuffs and being frog marched out of our conjoining rooms. Then a female police officer walked over to us and in a soft, sweet voice she said “Everything will be alright,” then proceeded to guide us to the living room. We sat on the couch and the female officer turned the television on for us. Christine told me to try and get some sleep. I listened to her, and I didn’t wake up until the next morning.

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!”

Beep! Beep! Beep! Six in the morning on a Monday and people are already ringing my phone. In the process of reaching for my glasses on my nightstand, I knock over a glass of water. I quickly jump out of bed to catch the glass, but I just wasn’t quick enough. Shards of glass all over my bedroom rug, I knew I needed to roll out of bed and clean this mess up. Then I remember the continuously ringing phone that seemed to be ringing for the last five minutes. As I finally grab my phone, I look at the name on the screen and it read Sophia. Why in the world would my sister be calling me at six in the morning? This better be important, otherwise she’s certainly going to think twice before calling this early again. I answer the phone and call her name with frustration, but for a moment Sophia stood in silence. She finally responds and all she could say was that mother is in the emergency room at Riverside Hospital.

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.

Amberly’s head was pounding now. She has had a headache for a month because her thoughts in her head were running crazy. She took a glance at her reflection in the mirror and reached out to touch the image of herself. A tear slowly rolled down her rosy cheek as the thoughts of choosing between her brother and best friend.

A few years ago, a friend of mine named Angela, invited me to her family’s Thanksgiving. The invitation was offered for the sole reason that she did not wish to be alone with her cousin, who to her and to her parent’s was a corrupting influence. An agreement was struck and my mother and I drove to the camp where it was to be held and sojourned for the night. Upon our arrival it was just Angela’s immediate family and us, and even when her cousin arrived, we avoided her. However, in the morning the situation changed. Not only had Angela’s friend, Christian, who I was not expecting, arrived, but Angela’s parents convinced Angela to spend time with her cousin. This transmuted the entire dynamic of the environment.

Amber's life had always been a breeze, suddenly everything fell apart. Her father had his own business and was doing very well in life. Then they lost everything due to her father's unorthodox decision to engage in drugs. Around the same time they found out he had cancer and that Amber was with child. After her father passed away, Amber delivered a beautiful baby girl named Annabel, who brought the light back into Amber's life. The first two years of Annabel’s life were tremendous; Amber attained a job, went to school to receive her GED, and started college immediately. Although it didn't last, she revamped herself for her daughter's sake. When Annabel was four years of age, she witnessed her mother get molested by a stranger, and that lead

I sat up as my eyes started to fill with tears. I clenched my arm trying to forget the pain I was currently feeling. I was trying to catch my breath but my heart felt like it was pounding one million beats per second. The grass was drowning in the water rushing from my eyes. All I could think of was pain.

I am a family friend and I have been witnessing all of this mess for years now. Lately it has gotten out of hand. Destiny and Alaina have been bounced around from house to house for years now. I believe that they still live with Danielle's grandmother in Laurel. I know for a fact that the house in disgusting and unsafe for the children. Theyve been staying over at the daddy's sister house. When I do see the girls their hair is never combed they smell and the clothes they were are to small. Danielle has not had a job for a couple of years now. She smokes marijuana around the children. She fights all the time around her children. Last night a family member called to let me know that she tried to attack the girls fathers girlfriend with a butcher

The next day I woke up, did not eat breakfast, and walked outside. When I got to school, I went through the normal routine of sitting on the bench outside of school for two of my friends Alex, who I called Jum Jum Jr, and Delanie. We spoke about what goes on within our lives and I told them what happened the previous night

There was a loud knock on the door. My parents opened it. “Is Veronica home?’’ I got up and walked towards the kitchen where they were. “Good morning, I’m just here to ask a few questions. I want you to tell the truth. I need you to help me find your friend.” All I said back was “ok”. The first question was when did you see him last. “We went out for dinner last night at East Side Mario’s, after that I went to her house for a few hours”. The police was writing on his notepad and never looked up. “Do you have any ideas of why she might have ran away? Was she mad at anyone or was anyone mad at

I raced inside Amber’s garage “Emily get on one of the bikes we can go for a ride before it rains.” Amber shouted from inside the house. I grabbed one of the bikes and of course I was to short for it, but I used it anyway. As Amber raN out she hopPED on her bike and we starTED riding down to the street. We rode very slowly because of how short I was but we still managed to make it to Braden’s house on time. Braden ignored us when we went to his house so then we began to ride back. As we arrived at the stop sign down the street from Brandon's house when it starts to rain. Amber and I decide to take an alternative path to get home faster, but with our luck the way we picked was closed. We turned around and we started to hear sirens. We started

I got out of school full of joy because it was Friday and we were going camping that evening. My sister picked me up, which was a little weird, but she is 34 and has picked me up from school before. On the way to my house, where my sister would drop me off, I was talking to my niece about her ballet recital that was happening in a couple of days. When we got home, my mom’s car wasn’t in the driveway, which is really strange since we get out of school at 2:30, and my mom gets off work at 2:00. I walked inside, set all my stuff down, and went to the basement to play with my nephew and niece. A few moments later my sister called us all upstairs, and said “We have to go, Josh is hurt.”