It was another typical autumn morning in Jackson, Florida, a beautiful, busy suburb of Miami. But as much as Jackson was beautiful, it was also a very dangerous town. There was a lot of organized crime in Jackson, and honest work was hard to find. The leaves were covering the streets, sidewalk, and the idle cars. The wind was a crisp cool breeze that blew across the city of Jackson. This was the city that Marvin Anderson lived in for the first twenty years of his life. Marvin Anderson was a tall African-American man with long curly brown hair. He was 21 years old, and his birthday had just passed a few weeks ago. Marvin tried to dress as nicely as he could, but he could not always do so, because he had extreme money problems. Marvin was …show more content…
When he was looking at a battery, he overheard two people who wanted to go to a planet to take over the Earth. It sounded crazy, but Marvin decided to ask if he could join them, because he also wanted to. The taller man named Frank who had bright red hair with a goatee, big bulky glasses. The other man was a short, chubby man with brown hair, Marvin asked for his name he replied, “I’m Pete. What’s your name, kid?” Marvin talked to them for awhile and then they started to talk about their dreams. Marvin said “I want to go to Mars, but I am broke.” Pete and Frank both said that they both want to do something that man has not done before. All three of them were talking about hobbies, games, every thing that they could think of until the store manager said, “Excuse me, but the store is closing, you have to leave.” All three of them then decided to meet at one of their places. Frank then said, “Dudes, come to my house, we can discuss our plan to go to Mars, I always wanted to have friends like you …show more content…
“Sir! Sir, are you alright in there? Sir! Should we call for help?” Marvin was confused. He jumped up, and stood staring blankly, he had no idea what had happened. Looking around, he started to recognize his bed, his bathroom, and his T.V. in a small, tight room. He knew he was in his motel. As the confusion began to wear off, Marvin realized that he was in his small, dirty motel room. He hadn’t wasted his money on lottery tickets. He hadn’t assaulted the lottery dealer. And most importantly, his life wasn’t over. “Sir? Can you please open the door?” Marvin heard the banging on the door again. He slowly opened the door, still confused. The motel manager stood outside, Marvin looked at him in confusion. “We always check on our guests, and you haven’t been seen in so long, we were very worried. We were about to call the paramedics.” “Marvin,” the manager said, “I know you’re very poor, and things haven’t gone well for you. It just so happens that we need someone in the office at the motel to work as a check in clerk. Would you like to take the
On 10/28/12 at approximately 1330 hours, Deputy J. Berner and I (Deputy M. Young) was dispatched to 2712 Dwight Road in reference to a domestic disturbance. Upon arrival, I met with, Mrs. Tiffany Howell (complainant).
“Well,” Mrs. Johnson interrupted, “how about we settled down and talk about our plans for the morning?” Everyone agreed and sat in a circle discussing their ideas. Next, they decided they should head to bed due to the early times they would have to wake in the morning. As they woke up, they put on their layers of clothes, grabbed their bags, and headed for the Johnsons’ business. They would be staying in an attic, which luckily had a bathroom, but would have to sleep all in one room. They set up their belongings and set rules which they would have to follow to stay safe.
He walked down stairs, unbolted the front door, and stepped out into the morning air. The air had a gray tint to it, and a damp foul smell. Smoke, paul thought. Paul told himself,” Something around here is on fire.” Paul walked back inside and turned left, toward the sound of a television.
Hardly a day goes by where a murder doesn’t occur. Usually, it is in a big city, such as Chicago, but sometimes it happens in a small town, maybe even not far from you. As we see a small town called New Baltimore located just outside of Detroit, not much seemed to happen in this small town...until someone murdered Justin Mello. This event leads to a shattered town with a reminder to us all, life is just a vapor, we can never be promised another day.
Jackson, Wyoming was typical small town America. You couldn't spit without hitting a building or several. Yet, unlike most small towns, Jackson was a thriving tourist destination as it served as a gateway to the Grand Teton National Park, Yellowstone National Park, and National Elk Refuge. Though the town itself only hosted close to ten thousand souls. Compared to Miami, Jackson was quaint and serene, his own personal refuge. As sheriff his worst fear was the occasional drunk tourist or rowdy local, as opposed to a barrage of lead. He may still wear his vest, but at least he didn’t have to pop anxiety pills anymore. Well, at least now when he took them it wasn’t because of having lived in Miami.
Lase said “ Oops my fault I meant to send you a letter not destroy your house. I would like to race you to see who should own this place they call space.”
Pete Van Horn went over to floral street to see if anything was going on weird their. Tommy said he has read this before in a comic book the neighborhood laughs at him. Steve says wait a minute what Tommy yeah
"Brian was just telling me how he came home from work and a group of teenagers followed him and jumped him! And how he's scared to go anywhere now. He also told me that he was diagnosed with multiple mental illnesses, like depression, bipolar disorder and so on. He also said he's starting to cut himself after two years of being clean-" Megan began but got caught off.
Jackson, Mississippi is a diverse place. A dwelling of lost potential and jagged roads. The sweet smell of borderline segregation and fearful crime rates have become a smudge charcoal drawing that depicts Jackson. While some of these allegations are honest, the city is more complex than one central setting. As well as the residents within and near its city limits. Jacksonians convey a feeling of strong patriotism towards their sector, either complimenting the specific stereotypes or continuously trying to disprove it. The city can be organized by three locales: North Jackson, South Jackson, and small towns surrounding
Paul learns at the meeting his parents were hosting that Erik and Arthur were the ones stealing from all of the tented houses. After the meeting was over the police showed up to arrest Arthur. Paul also shared that he saw Arthur hit Luis on orders from Erik and the blackjack was probably still in the Land Cruiser. Paul’s grandparents arrived right after the police left and Paul, Mrs. Fisher, and Mr. Fisher told them every bad thing that had
entrance to the Observatory, which he had never visited: but they did not stop, and Marvin knew
So Stanley had the choice of going to jail or going to camp green lake, he chose camp green lake. Camp green lake is a place where troubled kids go and dig holes every day. So for the first few days he digs his hole a day, its not that easy. Later on that week Stanley meets this boy named “Zero”, the people in the camp called him zero because he wouldn't talk at all to them. Stanley and zero become good friends over the time. Stanley then receives a letter from his parents and he think zero is reading it but zero can't read, zero wanted to be taught to read. At first Stanley said no but zero said he would help him dig part of his hole everyday so he wouldn't be so tired to tutor him.
The passenger tried to stop his brain from remembering, but he couldn’t help thinking back. He found it hard to be in this position but if he didn’t answer the knock on the door then he may never get the chance again.
The man goes into talking to the so called visitor outside by explaining why he hasn’t came to the door yet. He tells that he wasn’t sure if the knocking was actually a knock, or if he was hearing things in his sleepy condition.
My Family and I were at home eating dinner. After dinner I told my mom that I had left something on top of the mountain, so she said “‘go up to get it Mary. But she didn’t want me to go alone so I went to go see if my friend was home but he wasn’t so I disobeyed my moms rules and went up by myself anyway. And it was starting to get dark so I had to get the base fast but I couldn’t find it. Now it was really dark and 2 hours had already passed and I couldn't my way off the mountain because it was so dark. And with my luck my phone died so I couldn’t call anyone for help, so I just started walking and walking after a little bit I realized I was getting nowhere so again I walked eventually I just fell and went to