Alison Bergs: A Fictional Narrative

“Does Mrs. Barnes have any distinct identifying marks?” Officer Williams asked, looking at her picture.

“There's been a series of murders surrounding the village,” she continues. “They appear to be bear attacks, but this afternoon I found sets of footprints.”

“Yes, and my coworker has some proof she wants to bring over tonight to the apartment. If you guys want to come see, she said that was fine, but she is a high-profile detective, so don’t tell anybody about it. Understood?”

According to Dover PD, she was caught with 10 kilos of cocaine. She also had an artillery of illegal firearms in her apartment."

“well hello sweetheart, what are you doing here?” she said peering down at me in a nasally voice.

Patience is wearing thin , the shocking moment is almost here. Then a miracle happens! A beautiful brown eyed baby is born into this world.

“I’m available for questions anytime, Sheriff.” Her voice shook. “I assure you, I shot a snake . . . somehow the bullet must have ricocheted off a

“Ok, I will go on. So I stood there at the restaurant and a policeman comes toward me and..”

Jane and I grew up in grade school together. She was in the class ahead of me, but her and I were still friends. My father was into politics and involved himself in whatever he could with Jane's dad. Since our fathers were away quite often, we would spend a lot of time together. Since Jane didn't have a mother, my mother would often include Jane in whatever my sisters and I were doing. We would have great talks together talking about what we wanted to do when we grew up. Even though neither one of us knew what we wanted to do, Jane was someone that always had the biggest heart for helping people. She was always talking about the stories her father told her about President Lincoln, and even though she didn't know how, she knew she wanted to be someone to make change like he did.

“Now you wait a minute. I’m not done. He had a ski cap and I couldn’t see the color of his hair. He was a big guy and ran that way,” She said, pointing towards the street leading to the river.

Throughout our lives, we all make sacrifices in order to achieve our goals or to help others achieve their goals. For some, this may mean sacrificing friendships or family time, or for others it may mean sacrificing money and other dreams which may also be of great importance to us. A person who has made many sacrifices in order to achieve their aspirations or goals is someone with strength, determination and masses of will-power, and it is someone who is not prepared to give up on their dream.

“Lily did you call the cops?” I asked, my voice was strict and it surprised Lily.

“Hello this message is for Cassie Donerson. This is Detective Erin Groves of the Durham police department. I’ve been tasked with investigating an allegation of abuse and would like to interview you. Please call me back at--” Cassie paused the message so she could grab a pad and pen to write with.

“You are welcome Mr. Frenchi but why was I called here? Why is my mother here?” I asked in a tense voice.

As the doors to autopsy opened up, Bobby Wyatt walked in followed by his partner. He looked at the man with fury. “Jake Hunter, well I haven’t seen you since my brother’s funeral. Did you get lost because in order to be down here, you have to be escorted by an officer?” Bobby asked. He kept his arms by his side. His fists started to ball up so tight his knuckles turned white.