Personal Narrative: A Day In Prison Cells

Natasha has been feeling like Hayley and Jenny don’t want to be friends anymore, so she goes back to Becca. Together, Natasha and Becca try to find out how she got in the river. Later on, everyone was at play practice. Tasha wasn’t feeling good so she sat out. Becca’s best friend Hannah stepped in her place. When Tasha went to go move the overhead light, it came crashing down over Hannah. It killed her. Both the police and the girls had decided that Hayley and Jenny had led Tasha into the river and did something to the light for it to fall. The two girls were sent to prison and counseling for murder and attempted murder. After that, everything was going fine until Becca started to get a little suspicious. She asked the police if she could look over all the evidence again. She then came to the conclusion that Natasha had done all of it. She had thrown herself into the river and framed Hayley and Jenny, and she loosened the light so that it would fall. The police did not believe her. One night, Becca and Tasha went out into the woods. Becca was going to try and get her to confess. Natasha did end up confessing, but then she

We pulled up to an old house that looked abandoned. I saw the Chloe was trying her hardest to hide a nasty grin but, I ignored it because the house is what really grabbed my attention. Chloe turned off the car and opened the door. After that she signaled us to follow. Carly and Ellie glanced at each other and smirked at each other. We walked up to the doorway and opened the door. Somehow I got in front of them and walked in first. Right at that moment someone popped out and screamed. Then I found myself covered in spoiled milk. There was cameras flashing everywhere and all I could do was run and cry. I ran all of the way home, up the stairs, and straight into the bathroom to shower. I couldn't believe how stupid I was and how I didn't see what was coming the whole time. My mother knocked on the door. I stood there for a minute before I opened

Hey little brother sorry you can't call. I don't have any money on the phone. I haven't spoken with Mj in a month. I am so heartbroken. Your wife told me the great news and I am so happy for you both. Like I told Lamont I really don't talk to no one in Michigan. Kristy (1-2 times a week) Aretha and Fred (every other 3-4 months) maybe. Mom and Cass never. So that's that. You, Lamont and Mj are my concerns as long as you all let me be in your lives I will be. I love all my family dearly; however, along the way we have lost vital parts of who we are as a family. I think long incarcerations have made some feel that they are not family. Many people have forgotten who they are as simply Africans but on a basic level in this family we have forgotten

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.

Jackie was outside in the back playing with his friends Ella and Lily he has more friends they are Victor,Jackson, and Nolan. Oh yeah and how could I forget he has a puppy named Bloom. Anyway His father Harrison called Nora to turn on the weather channel. Nora turned it on and the weather man said that there was a severe storm threat not much chance of a tornado. Nora was still on the phone with Harrison she said that it was a severe storm threat not much chance of a tornado. “He might be wrong” Harrison said. “Don’t worry about it too much” said Nora and she hung up. Jackie is outside playing pirates in his play house Ella and Lily they are captured princesses then Victor and Jackson walked through the gate one was going to be Jackie’s partner which was Victor the other one

“Jack Bass” By Marina Rivera Jack Bass is a millionaire who comes from a very wealthy family. About a year ago, his older brother, Bart Bass, passed away. Bart left his son, Chuck Bass, in control of his company called Bass Industries. Jack and Chuck have had a lot of problems in the past. Chuck had a rough past of losing his mom as a kid, drinking, doing drugs, and never feeling loved.

After checking every photo taken during the investigation, the Deputy District Attorney, Michelle Trego asked the detectives to interview the witnesses again. “We want to make certain she pays for this crime,” Michelle said riding up in the elevator with Detective Wallace.

Hey how are you doing? My name is Sheterrica Lenard and I've been working since I was 16 years old and I have all the experience that is required for this position. I have 5 years of experience in supervising and coordinating work of other correctional officers, I also can drive passenger vehicles and trucks used to transport inmates to other institutions, courtrooms, hospitals and work sites. I counsel inmates and respond to legitimate questions, concerns, and requests. I have also participate in required job training. After being in school for 8 years, majoring inn this field, I know I meet all required standards for this position. Although not all police departments require their detectives to possess a college degree, the shift toward a

On Christmas day of 2012 I remember sitting on a dirty cold bench at the Women's Correctional Center in San Mateo County. My dad and I sat patiently waiting to see my mother behind a glass window as thick as a brick. It had been two weeks since I hugged her but not the first time I visited her in jail. She landed there plenty of times before so I knew what to expect.

The fireworks had just ended leaving large smoke clouds in the sky, and the large swarms of people made there way to the front gate. Lauren reached into her pocket and pulled out her phone to check the time. She clicked the lock button on the side a few times before realizing I had died. She sighed heavily knowing she had probably missed Camila’s good night text. Something they had done every night around the same time for the last 4 years.

A teenagers boss put him on the corner holding a sign, but it wasn't to drum up business for his company, Precision Construction & Investments, LLC.

I couldn’t handle it anymore. I knew that I would regret not taking the blame for Tilde and her dad, but imagine how much trouble I would be in! Forget the idea of going to prison for many years, instead I would be rotting corpse, hung in front of many people! Okay so I don’t know what the punishment for taking all the blame of bringing a bunch of illegal immigrants is, but I’m pretty sure it’s something related to Guantanamo Bay. My family stared at the floor for what felt like forever, and then I simply walked back to my room, letting sleep ease my mind.

I still remember like it was a year ago, the first and last time that I was in jail because of him. My uncle Jackson called as usual to tell me that Luke was in Jail for stealing fruits from different baskets of the woman at the central market. I waited till the weekend to go to Chicago to pay his bail because I could not be absent from my job. I was going back to Oakland, one of the many dangerous neighborhoods. Everything had changed and right inside the house, I was hearing gun shots every one hour and a half or two hours, I found myself ben scared like never before. Nothing was the same. Later that evening that I arrived, I asked my uncle to go along with me to show he station where my brother was locked. We drove thirty minutes to get to our destination, I was so angry because my brother was there with his friends but he was the

It was a gloomy day in the park I just got out of jail. I had just finished up a lecture at the county prison and the community center. Suddenly a young boy walked up and said hello to me. The young man felt comfortable around the old like he can ask him for advice. So the young man told the old man his predicament. The me and it just happened he went through the same problem i went through. The young man said he was the best friend of an abused wife. It just so happened that was the same thing I did. The young man asked for advice, and the old man said I went through the same thing let me tell you my story. It all started when my best friend stacey was abused by her husband mike. Stacey had always wanted to leave but ike had a tight grip

Shackled feet drag across a cold tile floor reluctantly, moving one after another. Tired eyes open to look widely upon the small door window, while the body they belong to nearly lose fingernails to the scratching of thick glass; its hands carelessly leaving streaks and turning red. To whom does this maddened mind let roam about...