Personal Narrative Essay

in 2014 I had done a lot of fundraising in the past year such as selling about 50 spam musubis a day plus cookies and brownies and even selling bentos and doughnuts ands finally trail mix bars during school. even outside of school I did fundraising from car washes to even mowing yards. eventually I made enough money with the help of all my family to get to go on the trip. I even made more money so I could relinquish it so I can buy gifts and such things like food. I'm not infallible at Japanese because it so happens that I cant read any of the signs that are in japan. when we landed in japan it was amazing because the airport was so huge and had paintings that look so amazing. when we got our luggage, it was pouring rain when we went outside to the bus. it was about an hour and a

cancer is the enemy. cncer kills over 20 thousand people a day occording to global report. this terrole disease is so common 12.7 million people a year find out they have cancer and of that number rouggly 7.6 million die. cancer being the leading cause of death world wide has led to several fundraisers to support our courageous fighters. a fundrauser i have been lucky enough to participate in is a 5k run/3k walk. i was 13 when i partocipated in my first 5k run/3k walk in stuttgart germany for a light the night for all kinds of cancers. pervous to the fundraiser i was sadly told my cousin who was just a baby at the tome had been diagnosed with luekimia. immediately i wanted to help, i began by spreading the word around my school and having my friends buy tshirts titled

I see the officer get out of his car and start walking towards my car. I get real nervous. “Son, do you know what time it is?” he asked. “Yes sir, I was just dropping a friend off and on my way back home.” I tell him. “Well you were speeding back there, may I see your license and your proof of insurance?” I hand him both and he walks to his car. “This sucks” I say to myself. Now that I’m getting another ticket

I was on my way to pick up a pizza I just ordered, and I was driving my roommate car. It was a black 2007 Cadillac CTS. So as I’m driving down the street I notice that they are a lot of police cars and I’m telling a friend of mine that was riding with me something isn’t right. I get to the last block on the street and I spotted another cop car and he flashes his lights and gets right behind me. Right before I know it about 10 plus police cars pull up flashing bright lights and blocking the entire street off. My teammate that was riding with we was so scared I had to calm him down. They had us sitting in the car for about 20 minutes and also have red beams all over the car, so now I’m getting a little nervous then finally they speak and give me all these direction to get out the car and when I finally turned around it was so many guns in face. I instantly get mad and filled with anger. They told me turn around and walk backwards then someone cuffed me and put me in the car. They did the same to my teammate. The cops were so scared it freaked me out. Then they rushed the car with their guns pointed at each angle of it thinking whoever they were looking for was in there. Once they realized we were good they asked us questions and let us know that they were looking for two black males in a black Cadillac. The two guys they were looking for had shot somebody. What’s crazy is, none of

I could feel my ribs breaking. I laid on the ground coughing and wincing in pain. I guess the officer didn’t think I learned my lesson when I tried to get up because he hit me with his baton in the back. More pain shot through my body I didn’t how much of this I could take. That’s when my wife ran out of the car and grabbed the police officer’s arm before he could deliver a final strike. The officer flicked his hand back and hit my wife. She stumbled back and looked at the officer just in time for the officer to hit my wife on the head with the baton. She crumpled as soon as the baton made contact.

The next morning I woke up pressed against the wall, my hair in disarray around my head and my shirt bunched up on the sides. I lifted myself up and groggily rubbed my eyes before doing the usual.

I quickly woke up to the sounds of loud sirens, I have no idea what is going on as I try to regaining my position. I'm noticing my hands are cuffed as I start to quickly realize what is going on. I start to frantically panic as my eyes finally adjust to my surroundings. I see that I'm clearly in the back of a cop car. I observed that the police officer is seeing that he is periodically looking in the rear view mirror then back to the road. I irrationally start to spit out nonsense before I solidly ask him in a shaky voice, “w-w-whats going on, why am I in here?” He looks back at me, giving out a quick chuckle, “oh you clearly know what you did darling, don't act innocent.” I then reply back, quickly giving him a confused stare “n-no

I woke up to a police officer tapping on my window. I opened my eyes gladly actually to see a cop. I rolled down the window and before he was able to talk I told him everything about who I was, what happened, my mom, my foster home, I showed him the pictures the maps everything, I even told him that legally I wasn't able to drive. His first word he said to me was “Wow.” Literally I was about to explode at him I just told him my whole life and he said “Wow.” Before I could tear him apart he said “I can help you get home, why don't you get in my car.” Without even saying a word I stepped out of the car took the blanket and re shoved everything in it. I threw it in the backseat of the cop car and then sat down in the passenger seat slammed the

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

Amelia spotted the luminescent police issued lights flashing in the distance as they drew close. “Thanks you can stop here.” The driver pulled over swiftly, Amelia leaned in and passed him a note and insisted he

The Police asks me for my liscenes that shows that I am a German and not a Jew. The police then hand back my liscenes and tells me the directions to the hospital and then walks back to his car. As he leaves I let out a huge sigh of relief my heart was racing, so fast I thought he would think of me suspicously. As I see the polices cars brake light I start my engine and head back home to the hospital just to make sure the police was not following me. After signing in at the hospital I wait for a few hours int the waiting room to make sure it is all clear for me to drive to the Franks at about midnight I head to my car and head to the annex where I am greeeted by the Franks who are s happy I did not get caught by the green police. Even though it was a stressful day it was all worth it to make a stand against the

Suddenly, Andrew realized he had gone through a traffic light, and a police officer was behind him with flashing lights. He pulled over, got his license and insurance card ready to hand to the officer while pleading. “I am sorry I didn’t mean to go through the light. I promise to be more careful if you will let me go this time,” he said hoping not to get a ticket.

“Hey boys! Let’s go pick up trash around the park!” During dog walks around our local park, my family and I had noticed an accumulating amount of trash scattered around the park, making it look like “No Man’s Land”. Cigarette butts littered the ground like bullet cartridges and broken bottles were strategically arranged like barbed wire. My dad thought we had a responsibility to help our neighborhood, so he drafted my brother and me to pick up trash, yet the responses he heard were not from patriotic soldiers but from ungrateful eighth graders:

I wanted to impress the instructor, so I thought it was a bright idea to adjust my mirrors and my seat, even though my mother was the same height and weight. I then turned to the figure not looking directly at him but noticing his wet salt and pepper hair and “woodsmen” like mustache. I politely said, “Hello, how is your day going so far?” The only response I got was what I believe to be to grunts that sounded more like a horse than a man’s answer. I started the car and waited for further instructions, hopefully in English. I watched as he scribbled my information from the registration card that my mother gave him. Continuing to write, he told me to drive ahead without ever looking up. Noticing a stop sign ahead, I became confused, should I stop or keep going. I assumed he wouldn’t

Then the 134 arrived. I got on, showed my pass to the bus driver and