Ariana Alyssa Salas.Sep 25,1993.Citrus College

Im Simply a Girl that Follows her Heart no matter the Risks, Usually Underestimated. Im not one of those girls that are like “idgaf all day er day” cause I do care, I care a lot about people I love even some people I don’t know. If I can’t make a difference in the world I hope I can in peoples lives even if its just one person. Im passionate in working with children and hope to become a Social Worker. My Dream is to be married to my soul mate, move somewhere beautiful and green, own my own farm with many animals that I will raise & love never kill, then have about 6 children love them unconditionally and grow old. So I’m Confident that God has put me on this Earth for a purpose, Big or Small, but day by day I will achieve that purpose and Stand For what I believe in…Believes there is Good in Everyone, Love in Anyone, & Beauty in Everything. Love:GOD.Family,Friends,Zombies Don’t:Drink.Smoke.Party

be wise as serpents and harmless as doves

Why my Fxcked up life makes me 100x STRONGER not even counting the chaos after graduation.

I Ariana Alyssa Salas was born on Saturday September 25, 1993 into a loving beautiful happy family. Parents Paul Salas and Angelic Jane Hoyos. I was provided a great childhood with a little sister, brother and amazing cousins. My father was in and out of jail but he was there for me. Parents sometimes had an abusive aggressive relationship. My dad cheated on my mom a lot. But when it came down to it he loved my mom, bought her everything she ever wanted. Overall we were all happy.  When I reached age 6, my father was murdered in a home invasion. Not only did I lose a lifetime without my daddy, we lost all our belongings house, 6 cars, furniture, pictures of my dad…stolen and taken by cops and my family on my dads family. My mom didn’t finish school, didn’t have a job. So to my grandpas we moved. It was great, my grandpa was the best replacement dad out there, and he was my best friend, my fishing buddy. Everything was happy again. My mom was still devastated due to my dad’s death but was coping well. But no, the worst had just began, my uncle Jacob, who was my moms little brother, passed away. Till this day we don’t know exactly why, my mom has thought it was his wife that had numerous life insurance on him. Only God knows truly why. It was all too much for my Grandpa to take in, especially my Mom. I missed my uncle but I was glad he’s in a better place. Couple months later I was playing toys in the living room, then I here a family friend screaming “CALL 911” my heart sank when she said my grandpa stopped breathing, he had had a heart attack. As I see his pale body and purple discolored face being rolled into the ambulance I knew I had lost my Best Friend. Something in me had snapped and I ran as far away as I can get and screamed my lungs out. The day of his funeral was the day we had planned our biggest fishing trip ever. I was a 12-year-old girl who just wanted to die because of her broken heart. After that my family just went downhill, they got greedy wanting money from every place they can suck it out of. My grandpa had told my family that he had left the house to my mom cause it was our home, especially since my moms 3 brothers and sister all had their own houses with a supporting spouse. But no they all wanted to sell the house; the house we lived in, the only place we could call home and they got their wish and their money. Which literally left us homeless. Never would I of thought that my family on my mom’s side would be like my dads. I thought they were going be there for us. We moved in with my Tia who had lived down the street, for awhile it went good but her apartment was kind of cramped. My mom had to go on welfare; She couldn’t find a job that was suitable. We had nowhere to go so we lived in hotels for a long time, a very long time. Then my mom rented a room from this Mexican family for about 2 months but it wasn’t home, we couldn’t do it. We had all our stuff in storage. My mom was so stressed out and broken. On one rainy day she was searching for things in boxes at our storage, she comes in the car turns, looks at us and starts shaking, that day for a couple minutes I thought I had lost my mom, being young I didn’t know what to do I screamed in the rain for help and sent my brother and sister to get help. She was having a seizure for the first time, remembering that she told me that my half brothers mom had passed away by choking on her tongue during a seizure. My first reaction was stick my hand in her mouth so I did and held my moms tongue down, as I did my mom gasped for the biggest breath of air. She was okay. Right after that we moved to Montclair, finding a perfect house so we thought. We rented of course, not ever was there hot water but we managed, it was a house we all had our own room and a huge backyard. It was great. After a few months we found a mouse, then a couple more coming from the field in our neighbors backyard. My mom refused to live there. So after what felt like forever not seeing my cousins, aunts, and uncles we went to stay with my Nina for a little even after what they did, we forgave them because that’s what God would of wanted us to do, secretly I would despise them seeing that they had their home, rooms, dinner at the dinner table. And they had taken that away from us and left us four with the floor and couch in the living room, living out of plastic bags with our clothes in. The adults ended up butting heads so she didn’t let us stay there anymore, so off to my Niño’s house in San Dimas we went hoping we could stay for a little bit, we did, then my Niño’s neighbors were renting and conveniently we took it, my mom found a job, I graduated high school with my cousin and made amazing friends. You would think its all good now, NO we’re stuck here, all four of us. Its small and none of us have our own space. My moms job, yeah pay sucks, it’s been 5 years, she works so hard for 9 bucks an hour. There is nothing more worse cause we fight all the time. I’m suffocating in this room, I was never able to invite anybody over to my house because I haven’t had one of our own for probably 8 years or more. I cry myself to sleep a lot because I just want a room to call my own. My older brother and I have had it hard, and we don’t want that for our little brother and sister. I want them to have a home as they go through high school. I’m also scared that all this stress will tear my mom apart even more, I don’t want her to pass away cause of stress and from her job hurting her physically cause she’s all we have left and I really want her to be happy again cause I know it kills her that she cant provide us with our own home. I just want a happy family again.