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On 04/14/2016 at 2315 hours your Affiant was dispatched to 109 E. Center St. Apartment Upper for an overdose. Upon arriving on scene EMS was tending to the overdose patient. Your Affiant spoke with a female in the apartment who identified herself as Tiara Pleva while Stamets spoke with the male who lived in the apartment Aaron Campbell. Pleva stated Conrad shot up with heroin. Your Affiant asked where the heroin if any left and empty baggies are, and needle Conrad used. Pleva stated she does not know where any of the stuff is.

I was making my way over to look at the cows when I spotted my cousins playing baseball. At the time I had no idea what that even was, or how to play, all I knew was that I wanted to join them. Being the oblivious and unaware 5 year old that I was, I sprinted over to my cousin, ready to tap him on the shoulder to ask if I could play too. If only I had noticed he was holding a bat and ready to swing. It was too late. The barrel had hit me square in the mouth. Immediately

Helen looked down at it before pushing it out of the way and pouring some creamer into the coffee. "I swear, I don't understand how anyone lives like this. Grace, you need to come home. We can have some shippers pack up your things and have them delivered. You can stay with me and Angel until you get back on your feet."

“Oh, look!” squealed Raven, pointing over in a direction of what looked like a hair salon. “There’s a hair dying booth! I think you should get a red streak.” Unsure, I patted down my bob of brown concisiously. Hair dying? I wasn’t sure Dad would appreciate that. Is this what Raven meant by “shopping?” Completely changing my look around just for her? What was I, not good enough for her? ”I dunno,” I said, “I kinda like my hair now...” Raven rolled her eyes and swatted me gently. “Oh, shut up, Elle. Don’t you want to fit in with ME and my pals? Plus, your hair style is soo immature right now. You look like some kind of girl who does charity work and babysits.” I bite one of my nails. “Um. Okay. Yeah, I guess I’ll get one.” I begin shifting around

Beep! Beep! Beep! I smash the snooze button and roll over. “Time to get up Michael!” I sit up and rub my eyes to wake up. I look around to find out I can’t see anything. I rub my eyes one more time to get the same results. I scream “MOM, DAD HELP!” I hear my parents bust through the door. “Son! Son! what’s wrong?” my mom said in a scared tone. “I can’t see! I can’t see!” I repeatedly scream,as my mom holds me while my dad calls the doctor on his phone. I’m Crying for someone to wake me up from this nightmare.

A few mornings ago, I found a bump on the back of my neck. It didn't hurt or itch. It was just sort of there. Normally, something this small wouldn't bother me; I've never had great skin and had gotten used to minor infections. Still, something about this bump bugged me. I stood in front of the mirror for a good fifteen minutes contorting my body, and I still couldn't see it. Touching it didn't tell me what the bump actually was, and my mind dove to the most horrible extremes; cancerous moles, rotting flesh, and implanted alien tracking chips all seemed likely. I knew it was nothing to worry about, but I just couldn't get it out of my head. I was being silly, and worrying wasn't going to help anything. So I resolved to completely ignore it.

The lights darkened completely, no longer competing with the cold gray light of the blizzard. We waited in silence, hoping the light would return. No such luck.

I remember packing my bags like it was yesterday. Although I’ve been excitedly anticipating this trip for months, I would of course pack my bags the night before. Nevertheless, I was going to Belize! Our school organized a trip of which seniors, who were a part of the Environmental Science course, could go on an eight-day adventure in the vast jungles of Belize and explore the party island itself – San Pedro.

There it was, the diamond necklace.The light shining through the top of the glass case projecting a large shadow under the necklace.The necklace was a silver chain that had emerald pendants surrounded by diamonds dangling down.The thought of the many things I could trade for the necklace was racing in my mind but, getting my sister back chased the thought away.  The wooden floor squeaked as I drew my self-closer and closer to the glass stand barricading the necklace. I found myself hesitating as I got closer to the glass stand. I carefully placed my hand on the cold bare glass. I paused and played the many things that would happen once the glass was lifted from the stand.

Writing has always been a crucial part of my life. Despite any issues I faced, from my penmanship to my versatility as a writer, I wasn’t going to let these dilemmas prevent me from accomplishing my goals. Prosperity never came easy and at times it did seem futile to continue trying, but defeat wasn’t an option. Reflecting on the obstacles I conquered, it’s because of the arduous process I endured that allowed me to evolve into the writer I am today.

I was about to leave and I decided to go say my last goodbye to Jerry.I got to the orphanage and I asked can I talk to jerry and the lady told me some of her most stupidest answers.I was thinking to myself how can't you not know where that marvelous kid went.So I shouted at her what is wrong with you you are supposed to take care of him in fact all the kids in here.So then I went of searching for him.

First time? No. Last time? Possibly. The rays of July sun pound down, scorching my pale flesh, but I don’t feel it. Fear augments inside me; unsure my limits, I persist.

I woke up drenched in sweat from the hot sticky humid air. It was 6:00 am. As I got ready for the day I began to feel exited because today was the day we would spend at the beach playing and splashing in the water riding the waves riding our boogie boards oh yes today was going to be fun! As I put on my swim suit I smelt the lingering smell of the oceans salty water from the previous time we had gone to the beach. It reminded me of how much fun I had, had and made me even more exited

It was a hot and humid July day. It was an exciting day because my parents, my brother, and I were going to go to Bermuda very soon. My brother Robert kept yelling at me telling me to hurry up. Really, I was just too excited, there was not much time left and the great marine adventure awaited.

At the age of four, I sat in the car every summer morning alongside my mom, sister, brother, and cousins. We were headed somewhere magical. It was a place full of fun, adventure and new beginnings: tennis camp. After dropping off my siblings and cousins everyday, I felt devastated and full of envy. I had been dying to go, but I was too young. Too young to begin this chapter, too young to start something so fresh and new. All I wanted - all I ever asked for - was tennis camp.