Gun-Personal Narrative

“My name is Thomas James. I am a spy for the president, I’m no rebel.” the soldier smiled.

It was one late afternoon and I was so bored. I went to meet a group of friends at the park to hanging out. As soon as I got there, we had started smoking and walking around. We went onto private property and starting throwing rocks at a building. Someone called the police and a few minutes later we were being questioned. They searched us because

When I was born My step grandpa denny was a huge gun collector like his dad .I was the grandson he had never had.When he found out he had stage 4 cancer. He decided put all his guns except for two 44.magnum revolvers that went to his sons.

“And they said, ‘There’s never been anyone with that much rank at this police station.’”

I lived in the shady part of town. Fights and muggings weren’t very uncommon. All of a sudden, a pickup truck driven by two men with Guy Fawkes masks was yelling for people to get out of the way as it sped down the road. They came to an abrupt stop and threw 5 large backpacks into another truck and drove off. Then, the other truck drove away in the opposite direction. Right after, I saw a police officer’s car searching for them. So I ran in front of the officer’s car, forcing it to stop.

"I'm not sure I can you help you guys much. I mean I can give you the license plate for the car, and let you talk to the guy. But as far as I know your bosses are barking up the wrong tree. Ol' Mike never done anything wrong, he's a good guy. None of the police has questioned him before either. Who are you kids anyways?"

The next morning they came back to the neighborhood, parked there car with there still broken window and started asking house to house whose kids were out last night. All I remember is as he approached our house we were staying in,my heart was pounding insanely fast. As he knocked on the door and started talking to my parents I decided to take responsibility and accept the consequences no matter how scared I was. Now it was good thing that I they knew the people because they didn’t make them pay or anything but I was in a lot of trouble. I was grounded for the rest of the summer.

“Hey Warren” he stood up and dusted the chip crumbs from his uniform. His name was Stanley Upton and he was a good cop, but he stammered a lot when he spoke to me. He was about ten years older than me and put down here since he was shot on the job during a bank robbery five years back. I ignored the chip crumbs that he had still in his beard and smiled at him.

It was a video. My friend showed me this terrible video that really dug deep. It was like a punch to the gut that got me thinking of how terrible things are in the world. How could people do something that terrible and get away with it? Why would they video it and then post it on social media?

The cops surrounded me and drew their weapons. I was charged with robbery and assault. It was only a few weeks before my eighteenth birthday. My family would be pissed and had every right to be so. I f***** up again being at the wrong place at the wrong time.

“Are you certain you’ve never seen any of these men? Look at them carefully. Is there anything familiar?” the officer asked.

I hated the way cops treated me. But I knew police weren’t all bad. One of my father’s closest friends was a

I remember it like it was yesterday. Standing in front of the camera with a dirty white rag around my neck. Wearing the all-orange jumpsuit and the uncomfortable orange slippers. "Stand up straight and look forward." The only thing that was going through my head while the officer was instructing me as he took my mug shots was how everybody was going to know. "Now, turn to your right." Not only was I embarrassed but I was scared and I had this mega hatred towards my best friend.

After we were done eating and my parents were done with their drinks, we were ready to head home. We waved our server down for the bill so we could leave. As she handed us the bill, dad’s phone rings. His caller ID showed Grandpa Tom. As dad was getting his wallet from his pocket when mom offered to answer the phone, however dad said it could go to voicemail. Dad told us that grandpa Tom had called him earlier today wishing him a happy birthday, and said he would call later in the night so we could catch up because he was going golfing.

It was a friendly afternoon, I spent a lot of time working that week, so I thought what a great idea it would be to call two of my close friends Mas and Chris for a little rest and recuperation, a time to catch up with our lives, so that day I made plans to meet them at the park near my house and hang out. As we sat on that very same bench and I started to talk about our busy lives, the strange guy approached even closer and then all the sudden he started yelling; “give me all your money, whatever you got and you better not play with me, because I will shoot you in the head”, he pulled out a gun, my friend Chris started to panic, he yelled “oh my god we’re getting mugged” and all the sudden the guy hits him on the back of his head with his gun,