Plum Ridge Drive-Personal Narrative

When we arrived at the house, I stood there for about five seconds before knocking on the door. They didn’t answer at first, so I knocked again, harder, and then saw the handle start to move. My stomach filled with butterflies as I watched the door slowly open. The face that greeted was one of a two year old, and as I looked up I saw her father standing over her.

I only spent two nights with my first foster parent. She was genuinely sweet and helped me cope with the fact that this was only temporary. After a few days we went to visit my mother at rehab. We held each other tight and cried our sorrows away. Spilling all the sorry’s and I love you’s while we had the chance. Everything turned for the worse when we were driving back to my foster parent’s house. In a matter of seconds the front of the car was engulfed in flames. She was calling out to me to help her unbuckle her seatbelt, it was jammed. I escaped the car and started yelling until the neighbors scooped me up. I never heard from her again. I was released back into foster care. This time I was even more anxious to be put into a new family. I had no mother to turn to, and no one to help

We pulled up to an old house that looked abandoned. I saw the Chloe was trying her hardest to hide a nasty grin but, I ignored it because the house is what really grabbed my attention. Chloe turned off the car and opened the door. After that she signaled us to follow. Carly and Ellie glanced at each other and smirked at each other. We walked up to the doorway and opened the door. Somehow I got in front of them and walked in first. Right at that moment someone popped out and screamed. Then I found myself covered in spoiled milk. There was cameras flashing everywhere and all I could do was run and cry. I ran all of the way home, up the stairs, and straight into the bathroom to shower. I couldn't believe how stupid I was and how I didn't see what was coming the whole time. My mother knocked on the door. I stood there for a minute before I opened

At 4:30 am, my alarm went off; I was more tired than ever. I rolled over stepping onto the wood floor. I walked to the bathroom feeling as if I could collapse and fall back into my deep sleep. After my shower, I went back into the snug, little room I was calling home for the time being at my grandparent’s house. I was at my grandparents house due to the fact that my dad and Stacy were already in the Dominican Republic. I packed my last few belongings and crawled back into the bed to fall asleep for a few minutes. I assumed that ten minutes had passed when I remember hearing my grandparents talking about how we had to leave soon. My grandma came in asking us what we had wanted for breakfast. Mickenzie and I told her we weren’t hungry and got out of the warm cozy bed to get in the car. After changing, we went out to the kitchen to say bye to our grandma, seeing that there wasn’t room for her in the car. She gave us a huge, tight bear hug telling us to be safe.

After a couple minutes I got up and she took me to my room which I shared with 3 other kids that were around my age and so happens to me the room all the way down at the end of the hallway. That day was the longest day and one of the roughest days of my life but it went and another day came. Still not over the fact that I don’t get to see my mom until who knows. A year has passed and I have made friends and lost friends because they either went back to their family or got a new family and I was one of the few that were there since I arrived a year ago. I knew after that year that I would never see my mom again all though she said she would get me back soon which hurts because she lied to me which wasn’t anything new, but just knowing that I never knew my real dad and now never will see my mom or any other family just stuck with me and every night I would just lay there crying and thinking about what is going to happen to me when or if I ever leave this place and that happened the entire time I was in this children’s home which was for four

I was woken up with mom at the foot of my bed saying “Wake up sweetheart wake up” it is a beautiful day in Canada witch is where I live. As I get the gunk out of my eyes so I could so my mother clearly and I ask her what was wrong because she had never woke me up at 5:45 in the morning with out it being bad or something happened to the family. I got scared and my father, sister, and brother came into my room and was saying.“Calm down your going to be okay just pack your clothes,some of your personal items,and some food NOT caned food". Next I was getting ready and Carter my brother came into my room witch he had never done and told me him and dad would protect Kelsey, mom, and myself. As I walked into the kitchen we all picked different kinds of food and water. We started walking out the door and I said "Wait I need my picture of all my friends so i would remember them"so I went and got it.

In Eagle River, Wisconsin June of 2006 my parents and I made the 30 minute drive from my brothers camp, Kawaga, to mine, Chippewa. I was seven years old sitting in the back seat of this car thinking about how my brother, Max, loves his camp so I would too. However, I had no idea what I was getting myself into. We arrived and my parents stopped the car to take a picture of me in front of the big red rustic sign “Chippewa Ranch Camp” it said. As we drove down the long dirt driveway it finally hit me that I was about to get out of this car and not see my parents for an entire month. I couldn’t even spend the night out I would call them to pick me up at midnight from my friends homes, how in the world was I going to survive four whole weeks of

Before I went into foster care, I was heading back to Iowa, from Arkansas, to see my older sister Shantell’s graduation. I left early that night and fell asleep in the car. It took us 22 hours ,but we also stopped a lot, and when we got to Iowa Falls, it was like 5:00 p.m. We got lost until my mom called Shantell’s foster mom, and she told us where the house was. So when we got there, my sister Patience and I went into the house and went into the living room where my older sister Shantell was sitting on the couch watching TV, and she saw us, and we saw her we hugged. She cried then we asked her foster mom if we could stay the entire summer. The foster mom said yes, and then me and Patience asked our mom if we could, and she said yes Then she was told by Shantell’s foster mom, if she was gone over a week it would be called abandonment. Our mom didn’t tell us that. Then she left a week later.

We were walking for a few hours. My feet throbbed and my ears were ringing from Taylor’s whining. Finally I could see it, the old abandoned house I discovered one day while riding my bike. The door was barely hanging onto its hinges, and there were several windows missing or broken. I pried open the splintering oak door. In the house there was two rooms. One, the one you first enter, was most likely a kitchen and living room. There was a sofa with faded fabric and springs popping out everywhere. An old furnace sat in the corner with rotting charcoal inside. The door of the furnace was missing rendering the whole thing useless. The other room was much smaller. It was a bedroom. There was a twin sized bed. The frame was rusty and missing a leg. I pulled the mattress off of it, so we could sleep on it. There were springs and stuffing sticking out of the mattress. It wasn’t too dirty to sleep on because I pulled off the moldy sheets. We laid down on the mattress. Taylor started snoring within minutes. I was worried about Mom. She had had a seizure before. It was because of her failing liver. Last time, social services took me and my sisters to a girl’s home. They served cooked vegetables that smelled like rotten seafood and chicken noodle soup with frozen chicken. After Mom got out of the hospital she got custody of us, but the judge told her if it happened again she wouldn’t get us back. My older sister, Becca, was eighteen so she didn’t have to

I ran across the street and almost got hit by a two bicyclist, I pick up the newspaper lying on the bench dated May 18, 2007. As I flip through the paper I see the obituary of my mother, I knew this wasn’t just a coincidence, this was my chance. I sat down on the same section of the sidewalk I sat before, although now it has many cracks. I repeated under my breath “May 16 2007” several times until finally I was placed on the same street corner again. I’m almost too positive it's the right date so I run down the street and take a left then I take two rights until I approach my driveway. As i’m just about to open the backdoor with the key that’s kept in the seat cushion near the door I realize my parents don’t know me, and I can't just walk in. I head behind the garage to strategize, I came up with the plan that i'll knock on the door and talk to them about a lost dog for a while, hoping to push back their schedule enough to prevent my mom from the

What do you want me to say? (Throws hands up in the air) That I am so excited to be moving to another foster home? That my parents didn’t want me to begin with in the first place? How can “parents” do that to someone? To be excited to be treated the same as I have been in every other home before? No. These people are going to be just like every other set of parents that I’ve always had, not excepting and judgmental. They will be excited at first to meet me, get to know me, and then a few years down the road, they will say that they can’t connect with me, and can’t do this anymore. If you’re wondering if I care, I don’t and I am not excited. (She turns her body to look at Mike) But you know what? All of this won’t even matter in a couple years, I’m going to be eighteen in a few days, I am not a baby

We drove for what seemed hours to my six year old self. When we arrived in the parking lot of the hospital, which I can never remember the name of, he told us why we were there. Lauren threw a fit, screaming and crying like someone was hurting her. She shouted “I never wanted him”. I believe that is still to this day the biggest lie she has ever told. We walked up to the big glass hospital doors, and straight through them to the elevator. I waited and waited for what seemed forever until the big silver doors opened, and my dad showed us which way to go. We walked past room after room listening to the crying and sometimes laughter. Finally, we got to the right room and we walked in. There sat my mother on a hospital bed. She didn’t seem hurt or in pain, but they said it was happening fast. At one point my mother’s father (Poppy) took us down to the cafe, and all I remember is that hospitals have very good spaghetti. My Poppy got a phone call and all of the sudden we were on the move, going through the halls like there was a fire we were trying to escape from. When we got back to my mother’s hospital room, everyone looked so upset; their faces, eyes and cheeks were red and

The morning was cold cause the Furnace did not work which probably the reason the houses pay requirement was so low to buy. I got but of course my parents were gone to work already so I though maybe to Facebook my friends in Florida but my father did not know how to start the wifi so i proceeded into the basement to hook the network up. As i slowly stepped down the steep old stairs i began to see an array of board games very amused I tried to grab one but then a very dark feeling came over me and I felt way too sick to move. I lie there on the floor crying praying for the moment to end. Just then I awoke in the car with all of the luggage on our way the our cozy new yorkers

Before we left, we said “goodbye” again to our family and left. As my mom drove, I was getting sleepy, but my mom told me that I should stay awake just in case. We later got to the hospital, where we got confused where to go, but eventually found out where the entrance was. We all got out of the car and headed towards the automatic doors, but when I walked in, it was pretty barren and cold. My mom headed to the counter to check us in while my siblings and I sat down. The kind lady working behind the counter gave my mom, sister, and I a yellow wristband, and told us to sit

Today is the day that I go into another foster home, but this one is not an orphanage, it is an actual house with an actual loving family. "Welcome to the Butler 's house Lea.", my foster mom Kelly greeted me. She was a short blonde hair woman around the age of 40, she seemed nice. "Thank You..", I tried to sound polite, I was not used to getting nice attention from others. "This is my husband John." Kelly said. She than went on to introduce me to her kids, my new siblings. She introduced me to Sabrina and Harry first. Sabrina and Harry features were not the same, they were not like the mom and dad. She than called down Andrew, he was the