Narrative: Final Paper

“It will only be for a couple of days”.said my caseworker. “were just
putting you in an emergency group home until your mother can find stabiltiy”.
So I finally agreed to stay at the Christmas Box House. I was under the impression
That I would only be there for a few days, but three turned to a week and a week into two
And after a month of my mom not improving I went to my first foster home.

“wake up, its time for shool baby.” (I had never thought I would miss hearing those words.) It was a typical Wednesday morning and I wasn’t too thrilled about waking up to go to school for 6 hours. So after about 20 minutes of rough persuasion, I finally woke up and put my clothes on for school.

I was about two weeks into the third gade and I was under the impression I was officially grown up. It was only half way through the day (I was at lunch.) on the way back to the classroom and then I saw my councelor she had been helping me with my behavior in school she said she needed to talk.

I walked to her office not noing that the next few minutes would be a life changing experience. I walked in to find by little bro and sister and my caseworker had a worried look on her face.


-eli-

Narrative Paper: Introduction

Ha have you ever been to Las Vegas? Well I have it was for my birthday I was truing 14 when we went to Vegas. We had a very long drive, we had a lot of excitement and we were all happy that we were going to Vegas. Because we had to save a lot of our money for 6 months. I hadn’t spent money for 6 months that we saved up. Then we got there our car started acting so

Nick

Narrative Paper: Introduction

Have you ever watched someone you love slowly die? I have. It was my grand parents. My grandpa was slowly drinking himself to death. My grandma was a diabetic that was frightened to leave the house. I watched my grandpa get sicker and sicker as he fought his illness. I had watched him go in and out of the hospital. My grandpa was dying from alchohal poisoning. My grandma was on a breathing tube. Without it she couldn’t breath.
She had always yelled and strained herself. She also went in and out of the hospital. I think the only reason my grandparents fought for their life is for our family. I personally think that my grandparents knew that if they left the family would fall apart. My grandparents were the soul to the family once they were gone my uncle stopped talking to us. Although my grandpa was dying he did not show that he was weak. He got up went to work, came home, and took care of the family. My grandma did the same she got up, go garden, cook dinner, take her pill, and acted like she was not sick. They fought for their life until they could not fight any more. After my grandparents died, my uncle kicked us out of our house.


Kirra

Narrative Paper: Introduction

Have you ever seen anybody die? When I was three, I went camping in the Olympus Mountains. my brother Brendon Griffith and I went hiking in the mountains. When it got dark we went back to camp. Then that night it started to rain. So me my brother and my mom and dad got into the car. My mother did the last line and my dad hit her. My dads name is Mark Freeland.

Jaison

Narrative Paper: Introduction

My grandma was diagnosed with pancreatic cancer in 2003. She meant the world to my family and I. She was very involved with us grandkids. When my mother gave me the knowledge of my grandma’s illness my world was torn, I thought this would never happen to me. She told me in these words, honey your grandma is going to die she has pancreatic cancer.

Jaiden

Narrative Paper: Introduction

“It will only be for a couple of days”.said my caseworker. “were just
putting you in an emergency group home until your mother can find stabiltiy”.
So I finally agreed to stay at the Christmas Box House. I was under the impression
That I would only be there for a few days, but three turned to a week and a week into two
And after a month of my mom not improving I went to my first foster home.

Eli

Best Friend

My best friend is my brother. Lets see describle him? Well his always there for me no matter what. He wont talk crap about me. Not even if he gets mad at me he wont run to my mom. He is also always trying to help me get out of the foster care. I don’t think if I had my brother in my life I would get over half of the things I have. I really feel bad for being the one to show him drugs. It’s really hard to go on my home visits knowing that he is doing drugs because I’m the one that took them home. Ever time I get a home visit and I go talk to him he tells me about how he got drunk and how he had so much fun. I wish I would of never messed up his life that. That’s one thing I would take back is not showing him were to get drugs or even how to do them.

Alejandra