Personal Narrative-Home

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Returning to the room, Deborah pleaded, “Please, let us help you?” Pushing them into the hallway again, Virginia, slammed the door and locked it. All they could hear was her humming. “Come on. We need to call the police to take care of Virginia. She’s a sick woman,” Andrew explained, going into the hallway with one arm around Deborah and his hand over his mouth and nose. “Come on Margaret, let’s get out of here. My God, I’ve never smelled anything this bad in my life,” he said, gagging, sure he would vomit. Following them down the stairway, Margaret held her hand over her mouth and nose. “Do you think she killed him?” Deborah asked as they went down the stairway. “There’s no way of knowing until we call 911, and they do an autopsy. Let’s call now, but first,” …show more content…
When I stopped by, she always had an excuse for me not to see him. Mom called and asked me to bring Dad’s favorite ice cream when I arrived, she said when he woke up, he would eat it,” Deborah wept while Margaret comforted her.
“We’re going upstairs,” the officer said, and followed Andrew. “Mom won’t open the door. We heard her lock it when we came out to call you. She’s old. Please don’t hurt her,” Deborah pleaded. “We must get in there to help her,” Officer Hill said. “How could she live here with your dad deceased? I’m sure we’ll find that she’s sick.” “Arriving at the top of the stairs, Andrew said, “That room by the light fixture is their bedroom.” The officers went down the hallway toward the bedroom, with their hand covering their mouth and nose.
Going down the stairway, Andrew sat with Margaret and Deborah and waited for the officers to check the bedroom. Stopping in front of the room, Officer Hill knocked on the door and received no response. Trying it again, before, Officer Graham called out, “It’s the police. We need to talk to you.” Getting no response, he tried unsuccessfully to open the

Personal Narrative-Home

“You would not believe who is here right now. Come out.” How could I possibly have ended up in this situation? When my friends decided we’d have one last summer adventure to remember for the night, I never considered that I would be stranded in a dressing room at Salvation Army, desperately hiding with a pair of horrifically patterned skinny jeans that squeezed way too tight. There is no plausible reason why I’m still trying to pull these double-zero atrocities onto my shaking legs. My entire body…

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*WOOSH!* The intense cold breeze blew hard against us, nearly knocking my friend, Tyler, over. We walked down the stone streets of Quebec, heading to a close-by store. For the first time on this trip, we were on our own, completely responsible for our own safety and well-being. Not too long before this, back at our hotel, we were getting ready to leave as our teacher, Mrs. Thomas, was telling us what we would be doing. “Okay everyone, for the next four hours, you can do whatever you want, anything…

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Naturally when they finally had a plan in place fate decides to throw a wrench in things, and force them to work even harder to be free from her father’s far reaching influence. It would have been nerve-wracking enough to meet up with Adam Levine somewhere in the city to exchange the photos for the video evidence, let alone adding the extra challenge of now having to fly to meet him. Lexi wasn’t particularly confident in her ability to pull through this new challenge without any problems, but she…

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Ciara spent the rest of the day trying to figure a way to be free from Deaglan. It then dawned on her; she would have to do more than just show appreciation and pretend to have interest in him. She figured that she would have to do favors for him and bring him presents. Then, once he trusted her and let his guard down, she could make her escape. She was not a very creative person, but she knew how to follow directions and recipes. She figured that she could bake him something as a gift. Ciara…

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I walked into the store and within 60 seconds Mary Ellen gracefully could see that we were needing assistance since I was already in the middle of the store. She was very calm, nice, and from how she spoke I could tell she knew what she was talking about. I explained I needed a sofa for my short old grandma who was in need of a new sofa because her recliner is too hard for her to use now. I also explained I was here to buy on behalf of my grandfather who was also very old. She offered a power type…

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Nolan Blackwood had been a queasy kid for as long as he could remember. In fact, when he was six years old he’d broken his nose and had nightmares for at least two years about the blood pouring from his nostrils. Despite this, he loved to help people. Medicine fascinated him, and how the body reacted to it fascinated him even more. Everything in his mind rejected the idea of seeing blood, touching blood, but his strong morals definitely beat the fear out. So here he was, his first day as an official…

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I close the door behind myself without taking my eyes off him. He gestures toward his bed. “Sit.” I cross the room and drop everything in my arms onto my open backpack before taking a seat. From this angle, I notice something hidden in his lap. I can make out an envelope, but the second item is purposefully concealed from my sight by one hand. I brush my hair over one shoulder and fold my hands in my lap. If he’s going to play coy, I may as well join in. “About what you said last night,” I prompt…

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As I wake up and plant my feet on the cold wooden floor, the smell of daisies and daffodils fills the air. I'm so grateful for the abundance of flowers arranged around my studio apartment. Without them, the place would reek of sewer rats and dump trucks. It is highly questionable why my roommates and I chose to live in such a smelly place, but there is no place we would rather be. Although at times it gets crowded with three of us living in a small apartment in the Upper East Side of Manhattan, it…

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Last year, my husband Joseph planted our crops like any other season, but this season was different. The townspeople were angry with our unfair prices and burnt our barn and all of our money’s worth of crops. We were broke and didn’t even have enough money or food to feed our kids. Joseph decided to take me and our family to Oregon. We told William first, because he’s our oldest son. He was very excited to go to the new land and travel across an ocean for the first time. Of course we all are because…

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I wake up, all ready to go, I get out of bed and look out the window. The sun yawns as it rises over the houses, I hear the SQUEAL of little mouses. I stretch real big before I leave, I can’t believe it’s not Christmas eve. I exit the room in my new golf clothes, I walk so silently, no one knows. As I reach the bottom of the brown stairs, I hear my stomach ROAR like a bear. I walk to the kitchen and smell the ‘cakes, I see my dad making green veggie shakes. I sit down to eat my burning hot meal…

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