Personal Narrative: Cell Addicts Anonymous

I was headed to my boyfriend's house which was almost two hours from my home. We were going to the aquarium for a late birthday getaway. I had never been very far without someone in the car with me but I had my phone set on my map and I was sure I could do it. I was twenty minutes from my destination. Only twenty minutes till I got to meet the

My day was going well. I devoured a big breakfast, my brother, for once, got out of the shower quick, and no major assignment was pending. Life was very, very good. Then life began to fall into oblivion. I saw on the board in the

Addiction is a disease that I will battle for the rest of my life. After being sexually assaulted at the age of twelve, I started to self-destruct. Lack of parental support, less than pristine living conditions, and an addictive personality paved an expressway to a life of addiction. I chose to hang with undesirable people, and was introduced to Marijuana, LSD, Ecstasy, PCP, Cocaine, Heroin and eventually what became the love of my life, the prescription painkiller Morphine. Never did I think that trying pot would have a domino effect. It led me to try harder and more addictive substances ultimately turning my life upside down. Often publicly

Nita Dobbs stated she and her husband routinely lock the doors and windows prior to going to bed, however her back door does not have a deadbolt and would be the easiest door to bypass. Upon examining the door in question, a glass paned door leading to the back porch patio area, I observed it had two plastic locking mechanisms one near the top of the door and one near the bottom, neither of which appeared damaged. Nita Dobbs stated she found her wallet lying open on the patio table just outside this back door. From outside looking in from the door in question I could clearly see the kitchen and bar area, where the purse and jewelry would have been located.

I cannot remember a time when I was not in love with science. From a young age, I remember searching through the internet to answer every question I had and asking my parents - both with PhDs - about the world around me. One day, I discovered a documentary: Battlefield Cell. In that moment, I was hooked on learning and had a problem I wanted to solve.

The heat rapidly increased, and once again I looked up, shuddering as with a fit of the ague. There had been a second change in the cell --and now the change was obviously in the form.

Things such as robberies, murders, larceny theft, rape, and motor vehicle theft make you question how safe you are or your belongings.

First of all, the day started crazy. I slept in late and almost missed the bus. I was just leaving my house and had just started walking down the street when it showed up. I booked it all the way down my street. I got on the bus exhausted and managed to trip on some kid’s leg. It was only 7:30 and I already knew it was going to be a bad day.

use of internet or cell phone as addiction, so at this point, we should determine what a more complete definition of addiction would be like. According to Cambridge Learner`s Dictionary, the definition of addiction is "the state of being enslaved to a habit or practice, or to something that is physically habit forming, as narcotics, to such an

As I woke up on the cold concrete floor of my cell, I could feel my eyes still heavy after what felt like 15 hours of sleep. The needle dripping with the last few drops of heroine had rolled under my bed. My bunkmate was nowhere in sight. “Seventeen. Eighteen. Nineteen.”, I heard faintly from outside my cell. “Twenty-one.” It took me about five more minutes of laying there until a realized what was going on. I hurried outside to join the others, while still trying to be discreet. “Well look who decided to join us. Where were you Anderson, knitting us all sweaters? Or baking cookies in your mansion’s glorious kitchen?” “No, C.O. Wright”, I said. “I overslept and lost track of t…” I couldn’t finish my sentence before feeling the hard blow of his boot hitting my

The sun’s rays dazzled the bedroom with an elegant light. My eyes crept open and, so did I out of bed. I fell from my bed to wake up. I sluggishly walked down the hallway, like a human-snail hybrid. However, today was no awful not sleep in stupid annoying monday. I had to go to a party today. With about 75 other people and at the end being part of the main event for the wreck baseball league end of the year ceremony. The home run derby.

I got in the car with a few books, my kindle, and phone. My mom helped me set up a place of my brother and I to charge our electronics then we started driving. It was quite while we all lived in our own worlds for a few minutes: soon after my mom showed my dad a book she listened to an audible and the silence was broken by the book for hours. I read while listening and then we were there. As time passed my brother and I had gone on many road trips and were extremely good at waiting in car to arrive at exciting areas. We stopped halfway to our eventual destination, the Redwoods.

There is nothing worse than coming out of the shops to find you have locked your keys in the car or to arrive outside your front door, only to find you have lost your keys. That is unless you come home to

Approximately 1 out of 8 people in the United States suffers from some kind of addiction, according to www.brainz.org. If stats are correct a few of us in this room has or will struggle with addiction in our lifetime.

As a victim of a robbery, I understand all to well leaving with fear of a theft. Earlier this summer after my family headed off to work, and I was asleep in what should be a safe environment when my home was robbed. Two men pried open