One Day Narrative

As a crime scene investigator it is their job to collect all of the evidence in a timely manner. Although, there are ways to collect the evidence it is very important to make sure that the evidence is collected correctly and properly. Now as a crime scene investigator I have arrived on a crime scene where there is a lot of evidence that needs to be collected. All of the evidence that needs to be collect for the case is drying blood on the floor, a hand gun, several shell casings near the victim, and some hairs that is still in the deceased victim’s hand. Therefore, I would start by taking pictures of the entire crime scene to ensure that everything is documented as it was found before I start to remove any of the evidence. Furthermore, I would ensure that I am at all times wearing latex gloves so that I don’t leave my own finger

You could tell my brother was screaming as much as he could with his small little lungs. I quickly ran over to our tiny bathroom wondering what was going on. There you could see my little brother using all his force to hold up my mom who had fainted on our cement floor. Even with the two of us repeatedly yelling at her to wake up, her eyes stayed closed. I began to really worry. I ran over to her bedroom and scurried through my blanket looking for my phone. As my sister dialed 9-1-1, I ran back into the bathroom where my brother was sobbing. My sister had already called my aunts and cousins over. They were all trying to help wake her up. They called out her name multiple times. They also hovered rubbing alcohol under her nose, in hopes of her waking up. I let my brother know that everything was going to be fine and that the ambulance would be here in no time to help my mom. I was shaking as I sat next to my brother helping him hold up my mom. My older cousin took our spots and helped sit my mom up.

I hit my head and fell to the ground. The ground was hard and was cold. I felt my hands got scraped up, but that's relatively normal for me. I got up quickly and started running like nothing happened. Megan put both hands on my shoulders to stop me. “You just ran into something hold on,” she told me. I did what she was told because she was right. I put my hand to my head. My head didn’t feel any different but just incase I asked if she could shine her flashlight on my hands. The moment I saw red on my hands I started to get scared. Megan then shined it on my face. The moment she said “OMG” I knew something happened. She started getting freaked out and disgusted. The look on her face was like she just saw me get murdered. Finally she told me that my face was all bloody. I started to freak out even more. I ducked and ran back to the track. Everything was blurry, but I didn’t feel dizzy. I got to the turf and was about to cross it, but then I realized I didn’t want to get blood on the turf. Even though it was shorter to cut across the turf I didn't want to get blood on it. I decided to take the track around to the front gate. At the moment nothing was going through mind. By the time I got the front gate the blood has ran down my face more because I can feel it dripping. It was cold against my face. I weaved through the gates, and Elizabeth and Blake just looked at me. Elizabeth then realized it was fake blood, and by the time she realized it Megan came running up. We both had to catch our breath and told her what happened. Right before we started telling her what happened, Blake rode off on his skateboard. I was thinking jerk, but that thought quickly left my mind. There was more important stuff to worry about. We didn’t know who to call at first. “Should we call 911?” I asked. The two of them looked at me thinking that was a dumb question. “No” said Megan, but I will call my mom or dad.

We stay at the beach for a day and have a lot of fun together. Dylann's eyes glow and I've never seen him this happy. The whole day was magical.

I couldn't believe as i entered the room that her body was just laying on the floor with four knives in the back of her neck. To get back to this point let me telling how and why we are currently in this situation. Its was a causal day in the life of Alex who attend Triad math and science academy. One day he left his creative writing class and went to the restroom. While in the restroom he got side tracked and began talking to Jasper who also had the same class. Once they knew it already 10 minutes passed while they were talking.

Kate please pack thing that can help you survive in the forest just in case. But dad I’m only going to the movies with ash. Do what I... brain you’re being a little over protective don’t you think? But Christy don’t you remember when I got stuck in the woods? Yes, I remember but its only to the movies I could understand if it was a plane or cruise trip just let her know that she can go WITH some THE STUFF ok you never know. thanks for understanding Christy. alright now go tell her. Kate your mother and I agreed that you will bring a little bit of stuff just in case you get lost coming back from your movie. Dad you pretend that I’m going to get kidnaped. “We’ll all you need is matches, a phone and “YOU GOT ME A PHONE Oh My Gosh THANK YOU. Kristy stop interrupting you dad. As I was saying you get a phone, matches, and water. thank you, dad when did you get me a phone? Last night why? Just asking bye mom and dad see you a 10:30. Later that night I wished I listened to my dad because after I left the movies me and ash were took in the forest and left but luckily the did not search us if dad hadn’t ben so hard we wouldn’t survived here but I’m not going to tell you the end but start what we did when we

I turned a corner in the long, white, sterile-looking hallway, the robes that I had gotten from, from, from somewhere concealing my face. I ran my tongue over my perfect, un-broken teeth as I came finally to the correct room.

We've come to an agreement that will make everyone happy." At this point in time the realization hit me like a sledgehammer to the gut. I wasn't sure if I could handle the four words that were about to come out of her mouth.

Once inside, the familiarity was instant. His mind began to piece together the layout of the floors, his memory coming to save him from sleeping on a bench all night. Dean knew where he was going. The hallways were long and well lit; a dark blue carpet muffled his steps as he trudged through the Residence Hall. His legs carried him up the stairs with ease, needing to hang onto the handrail only a couple of times. Finally, the door was within reach. His eye sight narrowed, restricting his focus to the door at the end of the corridor.

SLURP! I drink what must be my 15th drink of the night. I’m trying to drink away my thoughts. Did I actually see MoSean murder Andy, or was that just a figment of my imagination? I think to myself as I gulp down the rest of my wine, I think I’m just too drunk. There is NO way that innocent little MoSean killed Andy. I suddenly drop to the floor, my head pounding. “I think it’s time for me to call it a night and retreat to my quarters. CREAK! I enter my room and close the door, which in return screams another CREAK! As I fall like a corpse onto my bed, I think to myself, I have got to get something done about that door. It’s death to my ears.

After the police showed up we had to explain everything we saw and give our statements he also asked for phone numbers so I just wrote down Vince's number deciding I would explain later what had happened today.

I was wearing a long skirt and an embroidered blouse with shawl thrown over my shoulders. I had been in such a panic that I didn’t notice my clothing change. I pulled my backpack off off my shoulders. I unzipped one of the larger pouches. Thankfully the woman had stuffed my clothes into my bag. I fished around in the pockets of my jeans and closed my fingers around my cell phone. I pushed a button on the side which lit up the screen. The battery was almost dead. I punched in my passcode and stared at the date on the screen.

As the curious side of me appeared, I quickly rush to the apartment floor to the corpse whilst dialling my fellow colleagues. As the door to the elevator open, I stepped foot onto the level only to discover

Alexandra sat quietly in thought until she heard the harsh pounding of fingers rapping against the door3. She quickly stood up from her spot in a chair and brushed off her dress, adjusting it to be more comfortable. She hurried to the door and opened it apologizing profusely for not getting there quicker. Standing in the door was a young African

My mobile phone vibrated in my pocket. I picked it up. I looked at the