Mr. Andrew Howell's Disappearance

Deputy’s Assignment: I was dispatched to 10608 West 73rd Street on Monday, December 11th, 2017 for a larceny complaint. I spoke to Jimmy Holman who said his vehicle was broken into and items missing.

Sam R. Watkins was a Confederate soldier from Columbia, Tennessee. At age twenty-one, Watkins joined the First Tennessee Regiment along with one hundred and nineteen other young men and boys. He was one of only seven men to survive every one of its battles. He writes a memoir twenty years after being in the war about his experience as a private. Watkins juxtaposes stories of horror and gruesome death with humorous memories throughout his four years in the war.

In summary, on 12/25/15 at 1557 hours Ofc. De La Fuentes #221 and I were dispatched to 1224 S. 49th Ave. in regards to a Domestic.

This morning Jonathan Riojas came into the SOC and told me that there is an irate employee and was telling me that he couldn’t active his badge due to losing the badge that was trying to active. So I step in and spoke to Benjamin Borgo and told him that we couldn’t active this badge because he lost and he has other badges that he uses in the past. Benjamin was getting a little mad and start telling me that he doesn’t appreciated that Jonathan thinks he was lying and don’t care. So I again told him the rules on only having one badge per site. So he ask who is the manager and ask him if he likes to speak to my manager. So I call Alex Wheaton and give Benjamin my manager name.

When I was near to eight years old, I walked outside when my father got home that nice warm summer day. I went over to where he was by his truck and trailer to find that he was detaching chains from an old Farmall M that had been oxidized entirely and the motor and transmission had been seized entirely. “It was a cotton picker down in Texas” he said, “she’s definitely seen better days but we’ll make it look brand new”. Bang, thump, ssss was all you could hear as we loosened the binders that held the pile of rust to the trailer and took the shackles back to the tool box.

On an unspecified date at approximately 1500hrs, Jason Rolling was cashing out at the Esso gas station location on 441 Main Street. Jason was in the process of preparing for a shift change when a dark colored GM truck parked in front of the doors closet to the building beside the gas pumps. The individual driving the vehicle was a man with dark brown stubble wearing a black ball cap with black hoodie with a white crest on the shoulder and arm and black Oakley's. The male was approximately 170-180 pounds with a medium build and approximately 6 feet tall. The individual came into the store and approached Jason and pointed what Jason described as a semi-automatic gun with dark metal and a brown handle at him; the male then asked Jason for all

Dispatched to 209 N. Catherine St. for a disturbance. Caller Mark Sosna reported that he was just involved in a physical altercation with his step son Franklin Sterner and needs police to get him out. Officer's arrived on scene, Mark was on the porch upon our arrival, I observed Sterner on the back deck.

Officers responded to a call at 2020 Ladnier Rd Apt 3G in reference to a disturbance of the piece on 22 October 2016 at about 11:40 p.m. Upon arrival I spoke with Delores Edwards.

Ares Eugene could have held this little shindig in a designated public space on his local non-competitor’s own campus, Bamzonia E-liners, and never had a worry because the real security was imbedded and satellite and policed on the nano-second in a small box somewhere under the Arizona Sea. So, this week’s mandatory fun was hosted in the lobby of the Magna Campus sales hub and the three story glass walls were imbedded with interactive reps of next year’s media models. All the while I stood with my back to the expansive bar and made mouth work on a Rippling Pine vodka splash while Mary Marks and Shad Aelfe discussed the finer points of something technical across my shoulders. A drink was expected so I had a drink. The vodka was to have something to hold, couldn’t risk the scotch at a party like this. Ares liked to impress and the chance of a new and more importantly good scotch was too high, the vodka was nice enough make me consider expanding my repertoire. Nice enough to offer me a slight distraction from the two acquaintances I was standing between.

I called my daughter immediately and asked to speak to however was in charge. The assistant Director Erica got on the phone and she said that Kayla left because she was sick and she would speak to her on Monday. She stated that Anayjiah was okay now and I said I would speak with Anayjiah more about it later on. Anayjiah further informed me that on July 18th leaving the movie trip, in the train station the Assistant Director Erica made Kristina cry because she was out of the line a little bit. She said, that the Erica was bothering Kristina the entire time they were on the trip. Anayjiah said Kristina said to Erica, “Are you happy now,” once she was crying. Erica said, “Yes, I’m very ecstatic.” Even if a child is doing something wrong their conduct is extremely unacceptable.

I woke up in a hurry. Groaning and wiping away the bit of dribble that dared leave my mouth...I cautiously opened my eye.

To begin, chapter 15 is about narrative approaches to research. In a narrative approach, research is completed in a way that looks at people’s experiences by living, telling, retelling, and reliving them. This can also be done in a linguistic way, nonlinguistic way, or a mix of both. Narrative research is a qualitative way to see the world through someone else’s eyes from their experiences. The experiences can be captured in many different ways including journals, notes, artifacts, audio and video recordings, and other forms of writing. In general, narrative research includes examining the experiences recorded and then interpreting them. This is completed by taking information from multiple resources and molding it together into a collective narrative.

Jeremy and his friends were bored one day, and wanted to go be troublesome teens like they usually were, so, they explored the internet and found an abandoned mall near their area and went to explore it, and that was the first mistake.

I am going to write my personal narrative about when I was bullied by a girl named Anna which is not her real name but I will tell the story using a different name for her. So it all started when we were like in 2end grade. I happen to walk into rickers when she was in there and I guess she was mad because her grandma told her stuff that was not true about are dad’s. So she took it all out on me for years. She said stuff like you B word and other cuss words. I was like “ what did I do “. Then she went on a long rant about somehow it is all my fault that her dad went to jail. The truth is that her dad was buddy’s with my dad and her dad did some stuff and my dad being the good person he is took the blame so my dad went to jail for her dad. Her dad did something after my dad was already in jail so her dad was put into jail too. That night I walked home thinking about everything she said. I should of told someone then, but I didn't I locked it inside and crying myself to sleep every night.

On one fall night the leaves where falling from the trees and everybody in the neighborhood were putting out their Halloween decorations. Alexis and Jordan lived in this nice neighborhood with their mom Alexis was 17 and Jordan was 8years old. Their mom had left to go out of town on a business trip and she said their grandmother will be there in the morning. As soon as their mom left Jordan thought he was finto have some friends over and have a “little party” as he said with a smile on his face, Alexis looked at him and laughed and said “ha a party u must be crazy” and walked up stairs she called her best friend over named Mary who had been Alexis friend since they were babies.She walked downstairs and said Jordan if u wanna call Josh over u can but that’s it nobody else,and walked back upstairs while on the phone with Mary. It was about 9:30pm and Jordan heard a knock at the door he asked who is it with a little crack in between the door Mary pushed the door open and said “it’s me goof ball where’s Alexis”? Jordan pointed upstairs while rolling his eyes “teenage girls” he said while walking back to the living room. A few minutes later Josh called and said he was outside that his mom was dropping him off, a few seconds later there was also a knock at the door and it was Josh. He asked “where is your mom” Jordan replied with “she’s gone on a business trip” so they walked in the living room. After a few minutes of it watching tv and not hearing the girls upstairs they got an