Getting Out Narrative

Jack Tinberg was getting ready to pitch game seven of the 2025 World Series. He was very excited but also very nervous. While Jack was warming up to pitch in the bullpen, he just stopped and took a deep breath thinking how he was getting ready to achieve his dream of pitching in a game seven of a World Series. Jack took a look around Yankee Stadium and saw the energetic fans waving their bright white rally towels. It was like a sea of white. As Jack finished his warm-ups he told his catcher/best friend from his childhood,

Finally the day has come that Jr. and I. get out of jail. We had our good friend T-dawg pick us up. He pulled up in his Chevy impala with his 28 inch spinner rims and competition hydraulic lifts. He pulled up and simply said get yo cracka pasty lookin selves up in my whip before I pop a cap in yo man. Jr. and I simply responded we didn’t know you had a daughter and that we missed him too. T-dawg was always such a nice guy he used to give homemade candy to all the adults and kids on the street in exchange for just a little bit of cash.

I was finally back at school. Good, sweet school. I cannot believe I am saying this, but I have never missed the packed hallways, smelly lunchroom, and annoying kids so much. I bet that people think I’m crazy for saying this, but in the end, I am safe. Safe from my father. I grew up and as soon as I turned 6, my mom filed for divorce due to my dad’s drinking problems. She won full custody of me, and I have never seen my father since then, until yesterday….

The next morning, we all gather our belongings, pack them in the truck or van and gather in between the two vehicles."Noah was at a camp, just outside of Richmond." Rick says, leaning against the van's side. "It was secure, it had walls, twenty people. Beth wanted to go with him, wanted to get him there." He looks at the ground, putting his hands in his pocket. "It is a long trip but if it works out, it's the last long trip we have to make." He had hope in his voice, desperation to finally find a safe place. "And if it's no longer there?" I ask what no one wants to, but is thinking. "We keep going." Rick nods. "Then we find a new place." Michonne chimes on. No one says anything more. "Okay, let's get moving." Rick breaks the silence. We relocate to our sitting arrangements of the previous night. Carl, Noah and I try our best to get in the most comfortable positions we can discover while moving around. A few minutes later we, as well as nothing to do. I resort to

I won’t be locked in here for long. Today I go over to C-wing, they dropped off my schedule last night. Journaling, group therapy, biology, individual therapy, free time, lunch, group therapy, journaling. Tomorrow we replace biology with english.

I thought some piece of me would instinctively realize when she passed, especially since I knew the moment was imminent. But I did not. The nurse had to tell me. And just like that, the cautious optimism I had begun to let myself feel for the past ten days while they tried to give her just a few more weeks, burst.

Can you please elaborate further on what exactly you are looking to see or for me to explain in regards to my research question and hypothesis? You mentioned in your comments: "The research question needed to be identified by name in the narrative and be stated in one sentence that is pithy". This has been in my paper for the last week and seemingly; I assumed that it was correct and reflected concise thought in it. You did not provide any feedback on this for Week 4, is there something that I am not understanding?

“And we know that all things work together for good to those who love God, to those who are the called according to His purpose." -Romans 8:28

The day I made an important decision was, if I wanted to stay at open gate or move back to Great Falls. One day I had been given the choice whether to stay or go to Open Gate Ranch. The day I visited Open gate, when I arrived there I was thinking to myself, “ this isn't such a bad place to be” and to know that they cared about me more than money. Even though after I said “I’ll stay at Opengate ranch”, even when I felt like it wasn’t a good choice. Two weeks later I was being treated the same as every other family I had previously been in.

As soon as he finished his sentence I was blown away, I was so blown away I couldn’t even form the next word that I was going to say because I felt like there was an Irony about what we just talked about somehow it correlates to what just happened to me earlier. I didn’t know what to say next because basically we covered everything what we have to talk about then suddenly, I heard a loud HONK!!l from the distance and I saw my mom she was walking home, then she told me to come down and help her with something, when she said I told Dezi, “Hey, look it was nice talking to you, but I need to go help my mom with something, thanks for the food though” then he said, “yeah, no problem” then I went downstairs and as I still think about what he said.

I rushed to the hospital, just to see her smiling face one last time, but just as I barged through the door, it was too late.

Your laughter comes out in choked waves, as if some musician’s plucking at your vocal chords and you refuse to let them create music out of the ache in your chest. There’s a journal on your bed that’s full of thoughts you could express, but you settle with the usual.

Freshman year was coming to a close. Looking back on it now, I remember being anxious, worrisome, and overjoyed. Ever since last July I'd been waiting for this moment; nine months later, it was finally happening. I know I thought about backing out at least a hundred times. I had to start getting ready three hours before I was even compelled to leave. Sitting was not an option; if I were to sit down I might have stopped breathing. All I can remember about the hours leading up to one of the best nights of my life was me wishing I could go back to the summer before freshman year and meet him all over again.

Throughout my life i’ve experienced many things I didn’t agree with. Many things that have tested me and many things that have changed me. I’ve had to learn to accept people. I’ve had to learn that people will be different from me. One of my biggest challenges is my mom. She’s very different from me. Her and I don’t see eye to eye. She has influenced me to be different from her and she gave me the experiences to understand how to accept her and other people.

I opened my eyes and saw a nurse and a plain hospital room. Everything came back to me right that second, and I screamed and sobbed in pain after holding it all back for so long. My throat hurt and my head held to much pain to bare, but I still managed to choke up, “where is my best friend”, “please she is okay right” The nurse gave me the “hmm how do I say this look”, which only made me more provoked. I asked over and over, and finally she said something in the voice she thought could hurt me the less after everything that has happened. “Honey, I’m afraid to say Megan's injuries were too much for her to handle, and and she passed early this morning”. She also said “let Alexis know, I love her and I am still the worst best friend ever, but I hope you know you were my best friend and you will always