Narrative Paper: Introduction

Did you know that being homeless was the worst thing ever.
I was homeless for two years, and still survived, even with three siblings
To take care of.

Before I became homeless I had a pretty normal life, parents that cared,
A house that had electricity and utilitys. I was Loving life. But slowly after that I noticed it. I had noticed that my parents were on Meth. It slowly got worse and worse, I hated it because I had to take care of my two brothers and one sister, because when my parents left, they for days even weeks.

And then finally one day they didn’t come back and I was so scared.
So I dropped out of school and started selling narcotics to support my sibling.
We lived in a mobile van in the back of my aunts house, which was a junk yard, in Magna…


Kirk

Narrative Paper: Introduction

Have you ever been in a group home? I have. Group homes aren’t as scary as the T.V. portrays them to be. It is just like living with a bunch of people, and having other people watch your every move. In my case it was nothing but girls. But rarely there was men staff that worked, and you would visit the boys home. But that was rare well anyways. You think you have a lot of drama in your life. Well try living with 15 other girls. That just screams drama. I stayed out of it most of the time. I had a hard time adapting at first. But then I got use to all the crap. I realized I put myself in this crap so I couldn’t complain. I loved the food though. That was a good part of living there. But either than that I hated every minute of living there. But I still keep in contact with my friends I made there.

Nena

Narrative Paper: Introduction

I didn’t want the big bad people to get me. So I got off the bus and slowly made my way towards my house. My sister and I hid behind each house and ran between the openings. So that the bad people my mommy had been talking about couldn’t see us. I am four years old. Behind one of the houses I saw a pretty butterfly. Then a calico cat came and caught it in his big claws. When I got home I hesitantly went into the house. Mommy was stumbling through the house with her big red eyes and messy hair. She was on drugs. Once upon a time she was that pretty butterfly. Now that cat named heroine cocaine catches her. She started yelling and as her hand made contact with my left temple mumbling something about how bad I was. I wished for my pretty butterfly back and closed my eyes to endure the pain.

Shawnie

Narrative Paper: Introduction

Have you ever done something that would lead to your career when you are older? I always knew that I had some type of craving to fly, since I was related to the Wright Brothers. The Wright Brothers are the ones that invented the airplane. This day my dream came true. I finally got to be a co-pilot; it was the most exciting day ever.

Sommer

Narrative Paper: Introduction

My 18th Birthday.

I was just sitting there when I realized turning eighteen isn’t all that cool. I had my eighteenth birthday about two weeks ago. It was a good birthday for sure. Right at midnight some of my friends sang happy birthday to me.

Later that day when I woke up for the day my parents had made me a cake and gave me a couple presents. One of my best friends Jasmine threw me a little party that night.

It wasn’t till later that night when some friends and I were driving around that I realized its really not that cool to be an adult. Pretty much the only thing you can do that you couldn’t do before is stay out as late as you want. I guess I could go to a couple clubs if I wanted to but I really don’t dig that scene. Being an adult has me very cautious and careful of what I do because I definitely do not want to experience jail.

Alexa

Narrative Paper: Introduction

“Of course I will, I’m so excited to see your house.” My adoptive parents and me were talking about the house they lived in, and they were asking if I wanted to be there son. I didn’t have a family, so of course I said yes. I was so excited. Have you ever felt “needed” or “wanted” by any body? Well I did the day my adoptive parents first told me they were going to adopt me.

Tom

Rap

I am so tired of this place I got people in my face every minute of the day.
Telling me how I am wrong and how I should feel- I am thinking to myself, get real.
You can’t tell me what I am thinking
nope I don’t think so cause I am done with your show
I am tired of being Pinocchio.
I am cutting the strings to let me down, I got both feet on the ground
want to tell me what to do now? You keep telling me it’ll all work out.
Now tell me how! Because I have been the one sitting here for four years
I’ve been the one to shed all those tears. I was the one to face all my fears.
I was the one who was held back from my family. I had to sit my ass in all five facilities. Now tell me what’s going to work out- PLEASE!
‘Cause I know you can’t give me back four years of my life
and you definitely won’t be the one who fixes all my fights: so get it right.
You are the one who I can blame all my pain on from this game you’ve been playing along. But you’re so wrong. I am flipping a trip
I am sick of all your dip, your lies, and your game s
always causing me pain.
You say you are not the one who needs the precision
but in my vision you lie behind every decision.
I’ll have god as my witness cause I have been in this to win this and I just got so dissed because I’m the one who has to live everyday with the pain and the feelings you can’t even say. ‘Cause there aren’t any words that can tell how it hurts. So replay all my words and I will replay all the pain. I am saying it again I am done with your game! Don’t pass go and don’t collect your prize take away the pawns and look into my eyes- life’s not a game so stop playing every day’s the same man I am just saying!

Shawnie