Personal Narrative Essay: Moving To South Carolina

A wise man once said, "Time takes it all, whether you want it to or not." I have always planned for the future then sometimes it's not as I expected it to be. I used to live in Raleigh, North Carolina and thought I would be there forever. I never really thought about moving as a result it didn’t bother me until one day. I was told we are moving to South Carolina, I honestly thought that it was the worst thing ever. Change may not be as bad as you might think it is. Who knows, you may like change better.

In certain situations, the police may have to act quickly on their instincts. Sometimes, a situation is unpredictable and a decision needs to be made in a split second. The quick decision may to be to take a person down physically with the officer’s own hands, or to use deadly force, unfortunately. Anything can happen and the officer needs to be ready for every scenario. The different levels of force can be anywhere from just a police officer being present, to having to kill someone to prevent him or her from hurting anyone else. It’s a harsh reality, but sometimes the officer needs to make the decision to die or to protect him and do what he needs to do.

June sixteenth two thousand and sixteen. There I was in my bed crying uncontrollably. I did not know whether I was crying over the fact that my mom was moving to North Carolina, or the fact that I am being forced to grow up in a matter of twelve hours. For seventeen years my hand has been held, and I have been led through life by my parents; I have never had to worry about the simple things like doing my laundry, making dinner, or driving myself where I needed to be. After all of the sacrifices my mom has made for my family the past eighteen years, it was her turn to put herself first. She was offered a promotion, and it was not my place to tell her to turn it down.

The other cop gets out to help search my car. While searching my car, I turn my head to watch and that new cop starts yelling at me not to move. Then the cop who worked with the K-9, after searching my vehicle, walked up behind me and started reading my rights like he was arresting me. I asked him what he was doing and he said, "I'm just messing with you." Then he starts to give a taunting

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

When I was only four years old, my life changed forever. It was the year I moved to North Carolina. My dad’s friend got him a job opportunity that he simply couldn’t give up. So, he quit his job and found a nice rental house to live in. I had moved before but I don’t remember. I moved from Indiana to North Carolina with my brother my cat and my parents. When I moved to North Carolina, I was aware of what was happening, but I never realized how different everything would be. The house we moved into we only lived in for a year, but it was a pretty hectic year.

So I somehow got off of my leash and ran over, when I got there the officer looked relieved, he looked at me and said: “hey, Doug, you wanna’ finish him off?” Instead, I barked and jumped on Fill and bit him all over the place until he was able to kick me off and run away yelling. Then I heard something strange. Crying. I turned around to see a boy no more than twelve, badly beaten and almost unconscious. As I moved over to him he sat up and hugged me. Then he got up and started walking away from the march, wondering where he was going I started to follow him.

On my way to my second home, I was filled with worry, my stomach felt uneasy as if it were trying to tell me something. While pulling up, I noticed flashing lights of red and blue filled the air, which could not of been a good sign. I brushed it off making myself believe the lights were there to attend to another apartment in the complex. Three police cars that were lined up back to back stood right in front of me as i was pulling in, I ignored them still in denial that they had anything to do which my second home, or my second family inside. My car’s radio played the song renegades, which I had been singing along to. As I parked, i glanced ahead and made out figures of people outside my second home, when I focused my eyes I recognized these people, Michael and Megan on their knees sobbing and squealing. Thoughts ran through my head like the busy roads of New York during rush hours, confused, still sitting in my car waiting for an answer as to why my friends were on the ground as if they had

I take off my dumb mask and i can see my face in the back of the mirror and i can see my face. Bruised and my nose and lip are bleeding. I look at the chief who looks shocked.

I didn’t do it. I’m so weak. I need to resist the cops because they’re pushing me and I hate being pushed around. I don’t know why my legs don’t work. Maybe it’s because I’m so scared and confused and nervous. The seat was cold and door slamming was loud. It’s weird how I can’t hear anything but I know the door slamming was loud.

He grabbed me by my hair and started hitting me relentlessly. After, I got thrown off the bus where I found the cops. They grabbed me up and forced me into there cop car. Before they fully for me in there I grabbed the stun gun. I made them wish they would have never treated me the way they

I'm walking home, through a rough street hoping i don't get jumped, instead something worse happens. I hear sirens getting louder and louder as if they were getting closer , and i soon as i turn around to see if a cop is anywhere near me a black car, maybe a bmw but it pulls up and as quickly as i can blink they

Could you imagine sitting in your car, after a long day of work, just collecting yourself before you are about to go inside and talk about the tough day at work that everyone else in your family had when suddenly you are approached by three cops yelling at you to roll down your window, to show your ID but not to reach for anything. “What is your name?” they scream. “Show your ID! Don’t pull out any weapons!” You are so confused on what is going on, what you did wrong, on whether you should reach for your wallet or not. The cops open your car door and pull you out onto the pavement, they are holding you down and screaming at you to be still while they restrain and handcuff you. You look around and see your neighbors all staring at you, a helicopter is flying over you, you still have no idea what is going on. They radio over to another officer, explaining your description. Your heart rate and your breathing becomes heavy. You think you may go to jail for someone else's mistakes, you think how your family was expecting you home and how they may not see you again. The gravel is hot against your face and sticks to you as sweat drips down over your cheeks. The officer murmurs to another “He's not the one, he's darker and don't wear glasses.” They pick you up and unhandcuff you. They don't tell you anything about what was going on and then they just continue with their day.

The morning was cold. It must have been early winter and Mom must not have paid the heat bill this month. Predictable. I got up out of bed just to trip on a pile of dirty clothes and fall back down. Things have been horrible recently with Dad leaving and Mom getting laid off, and it’s only been getting worse. She’s trying, but things just aren’t getting paid. I quickly got dressed and made my way out the door to catch the bus.

your mother stayed right next to you by this point, so the police unfortunately had to tear her away from your body. she screamed and kicked and cried because everything was just unfair in this world.