My Hero's Journey-Personal Narrative

The next thing I know, I’m going in a cell in the police station . Being confused why I was there, I asked why, and the response I got was “you're going to court in half hour”. IN half in hour,I was in trial for stealing money and counterfeiting. By the end of the trial I was sentenced to 20 years of Juvy.

This is the story of when I stole a car. I used to live in Wyandotte, I lived there for the first 4-5 years old my life. So when I was 3-4 years old I would ride my little pink barbie jeep around the street with my water gun and my favorite snack which was goldfish. There was not much to do around there for a three-four years old little girl in Wyandotte, Kansas and I could not go very far, I could go was up the street which was two houses away from my house.

The officer was a young fellow who looked like he just recently started on the force. As he asks for my license and registration, I reach for my purse and begin worrying since my wallet seems to be missing. The officer, whom I have come to know as Logan, checks in to verify that everything is alright. I apologetically turn to him and try to simply tell him that I must have left my wallet at home, but it was no use. He has me get out of my car and asks questions about why I appear to be driving so recklessly. I honestly didn’t know what to say, so I took a deep breath and began from the beginning, trying to cut it short. The next thing I knew I was speeding behind the cop car with its lights and sirens on high, heading towards the

When the cop brought me outside, a drunken person from the crowd came up to a cop and grabbed his gun. None of the cops noticed until he shot the gun in the air. Everyone who was sober ducked and all of the cops pointed their guns to the drunken person.

I stood up looking at them both, then looking to my right to see the dead body.

Meanwhile, I was asking myself ,”Did I really just shoot someone?” Soon after, we heard police sirens in the distance, they were getting closer and closer. Not long after, we had the cops on us. I was trying the best to get away, but we were hit by the side and ended up crashing. We were all arrested and sent to court and we were each given 8 months and now we are all

“So, uh, you’re not going to believe this.” These are the words I hear upon answering my phone. My friend continues, “I just dropped off my wife at work, and well, one tire is facing straight and the other one is not.” I get dizzy and my face lights up red as I hear the description of my car. My friend continues to stammer as he tries to explain what happened, but I don’t listen to any of it. I know that I’m getting the bill no matter what happened. “Well, have it towed to a shop.” I say, most likely interrupting his continued jabbering. “Call me when it’s there and I’ll take care of it.” This was not the first, or last, time that I had to make sure an unplanned event could be taken care of out of my pocket. In most people's lives there will

G sharp, C sharp, E natural. Finger 5, 1, 2, and 5 again. And then F sharp, and then…yes, I finally got it! I think to myself as I do a fist pump into the air. I had perfected a part of a piece I was playing that I had been struggling with for the longest time. My left hand was already tired from hammering away at the piano keys for what seemed like hours. I turned the pages back to the beginning of the song and played through the whole song. I was finally ready perform it at the recital.

Hiro didn't attend school that day, emotionally and physically drained by the past few hours. The pattern repeated the in the two following days until the week had come to a close. One day of wallowing in grief was turning into a weekend affair. This was the kind of anniversary no one wanted to remember, but the squeezing pain of loss made itself known regardless.

Pointing at one of the officers who was picking Billy up and putting him into the squad car, I marched over to him and demanded, "Stop. Stop right now and explain to me exactly what the hell is going on here! Why are you arresting my husband, and why do you have all these cops sulking around my yard with assault rifles? Don't you know how unsafe that is? I have kids in the house for fuck's sake and here you are waving loaded guns around", pausing to take a hard glance at their guns, "without the safety even on!"

The cops asked me questions I got all nervous my legs were shaking and I was scared out of my mind, there was a feeling of a sea of anxiety deep down. They were asking me questions like what were you doing when this happened and why didn’t you warn your sister, I answered them, but they were treating me like the suspect not the dog that made me furious. I was so angry with how they were dealing with it, I told them how I was feeling and they kind of threw my thoughts away like they were nothing.You know my sister was just attacked by a pit bull and you did nothing to the pit bull and you are asking me if I did it!

The sound of cameras shuttering people yelling and heels clanking against the school floor, my principal yelling “No more questions!”  Approached my classroom door. I speculated what could have happened, did someone make a scientific breakthrough, did someone get hurt? I could see similar thoughts rushing through the heads of my peers to. I live in a small town in New York called Arnal, here local news is very popular among the town's residents. Lots of intriguing things take place here, but I have never see the reporters so intrusive, they were eager to get there question answered. The bell rung and snapped me out of my trans, my class always goes to the library to eat lunch, this lunch I had plans of my own. I tiptoed to the spot in which I heard the noises stop, there stood Principal Heid whispering with his lawyer.

Three cop cars, one firetruck, and two ambulances all showed up at the same time. I have never seen so many bright, intimidating lights at once. The cops were very impolite towards me and the boys. The moment the highway patrol arrived, he pulled me to the side and started asking me questions. One of his very initial questions was, “Were you guys all wearing your seatbelts?” I started thinking about the question and realized none of us had been buckled up. I was very disappointed in myself at this point because I normally buckle my seatbelt before I turn my key in the ignition. I then told him repeatedly I was the driver and I was not just taking the blame for the boys to keep them out of trouble. The officer continued to remind me about the head marks in the windshield. Drew and Jake had both hit their heads on the windshield and it looked like the truck had caught two foul balls at a baseball game. The officer said, “If we measure those indentions and find out you are lying, you will be in a lot of trouble.” I began to inform him once again, “Officer, I swear to God I was the one driving that truck.” The highway patrol then asked me to come sit in his car for further

unraveled and they all stopped and stared. The officer asked me If I was the driver and of course I said

Afterwards I was sitting in the police department holding a slate of numbers while they took pictures of me. Additionally they took me in for questioning there was a man there he kept yelling at me and how I almost killed everyone just for my own selfish interests.They had concluded that the only logical way for me to receive a just sentence would be