Personal Narrative: Innocence

I rush into my home and run up the stairs to my room. I jump on my bed and roll over to my laptop and open it quickly. I log onto the One Direction site and see that I made it in time to see the bid. I scroll and try and find my name and I see I'm in third place for the tickets and the time is running out. I've already bid $7000 for three tickets and backstage passes. The reason it's so expensive is because these passes are the last set of passes for their concert. 5sos is also playing so we would be meeting two bands and hearing both of them play.

Her father’s words echoed through her head as one might hear a reverberation throughout the Taj Mahal. Continuous. Chilling. Having no control to distill the wavelengths until they mellowed out on their own accord. She tried to anatomize the depth of his phrase, more than dutifully needed but Davina needed to know why. Why did she need to keep an open mind and more importantly, who the hell was about to come bursting through that door. But then again, did it really matter in the first place. When she thought about it, the brunette could have laughed at the idea. That an unattributed, faceless figure had her panties in a bunch. Surely Dominic wouldn’t think to waste her time with venial diversions,

*disclaimer: bare with me... the next 5 chapters are crap because i wrote them over a year ago...chapter 19 will be the start of some great shit*

In 2025, I will be twenty-nine years old and hopefully married. I will be married to my significant other of ten years Earnest Palmer III, who is a dentist. I would have been recently graduating with a bachelor’s in Culinary Arts and trying to plan to open my own restaurant, BubbaD’s Eateries. Knowing my big headed husband of mine, I probably had a baby then and trying to have another baby. Hopefully, by then Earnest will get rid of the idea naming our son, King. We will be living in the suburbs near New York City but working in the city. Being a woman with great memory, I probably wrote a memoir about my crazy life and trying to sell it to a publisher. If none of the publishers wants to publish my memoir, I will probably sell it the Lifetime

“On my honor, I will never betray my badge, my integrity, my character, or the public trust. I will always have the courage to hold myself and others accountable for our actions. I will always uphold the constitution, my community, and the agency I serve.” This is the oath average citizens take right before they become police officers. The oath shows us why police officers are here, they are here to protect us. The police, and other Government officials, should use police brutality because, if the same people who are supposed to be protecting us are hurting and killing us, then regular citizens are not going to respect laws and authority.

I could not believe what I had just said, I said it so hastily that I thought no one had heard me, but the judge clearly heard me say “The defense moves to indict Isabella Moores of first degree murder.” Everybody in the courtroom was speechless, “This so called witness was planning to murder her mother since she ran away from home, all because her mother was constantly abusing her and I have evidence to prove it!”

It was my first time going geese hunting with a shotgun. I was really nervous to going because my uncle and my grandpa are really good at it. They go every weekend and more than half of the time they get their lemont. Also I was very excited to go just growing up going and always watching them going hunting with guns and i always watched. I was getting tired of it. I thought it was time for me to have a gun and on more messing around as much

Life starts quickly and ends quickly. There is no way to stop the inevitable end that things come to an end and it has to be taught that you have to accept it because no matter how hard you try you can’t change what life has set out for you. Life isn’t all bad, there is a lot of good in it and you have to make the most of it because the time we have to spend is short. One bad part of life is where you lose your innocence due to something you experience, or you’re told something isn’t real that you believed was for your whole life. My innocence was on a steep hill to nothingness when I was eight years old. The slow descent from innocence to losing it happened when one of the closest people in my life had been diagnosed with alzheimer's and

Growing up as one of the outcast or black sheep amongst my classmates, it was very difficult. In a small town where most kids are so sheltered from other cultures and trends I was not widely expected for my choices most of the time. Whether it was my fashion, taste in music, or even just my different thought process, it got me some backlash from the other kids for a while.

As I was scrolling through Facebook, a breaking news article caught my attention, and it put my thumb to a screeching stop. “The Memphis police officer was the 18th officer shot and killed so far this year,” and I just sat on my couch in denial of what this country was turning into. I couldn’t understand why innocent men and women, who took an oath to protect citizens no matter what cost, where getting shot for one horrific reason: hatred. While growing up, I had a dad during the day, but when 7’oclock came around, he became someone who didn't just have a family to protect. He and his partner had part of a city to guard; even if it meant risking their own lives. My dad turned into Officer David Ambrose.

Clare would question me at least three times a day if I was going to drink when I turned eighteen. It was a daily routine for her at the time. The conversation would always go the same way:

I was lost. As I walked through the tall, bare hallways of the hospital, I noticed the scared, yet brave children struggling with the fight against cancer. Despite all they were going through, they still managed to send a smile my way. For once, I viewed the world from a perspective outside of my own and realized there are people dealing with the most unimaginable and complicated things. There was an unbearable discomfort in my stomach with the thought of these children being so powerless to change what they were going through. Suddenly, I felt someone approaching me; I could sense the empathy of the unfamiliar face in the short white coat looking through the same glass window as I was.

Knowledge is to allure as maturity is to innocence. As I have gained knowledge I have lost fascination and enchantment. Such as how as I have gained maturity, I have lost the innocence and naivaté I had in my childhood. Specifically, I have lost the charm and intrigue of the sunset. This is something I have lost forever, and can never regain again. I remember one particular sunset from long ago, the sky was blood; long thin clouds dispersed across the crimson sky; the sun, bright gold, low hanging, blazing, illuminating the twilight; small birds flew across, their silhouettes pitch-black against the scarlet sky; large domineering mountains stood out intensely against the blood colored heavens; gnarled and crooked trees covering the mountains stood occult and mysterious; a plane, accompanied by a low hum, flew lazily across my view dark against the vivid sky. I gazed upwards the sun sank lower and lower in the sky.

An apple may look fresh on the outside but it also could be rotten to its core. A person might want to start eating healthy, so they look towards their fruit basket and grab an apple. The person starts to eat the clean looking apple and then not realize, that they just ate a rotten part of the apple. Later on, the person may start feeling sick, even getting sick enough to go to a hospital. The person had no intentions trying to get sick, the person was only trying to fix themselves. There is always a possibility of a situation going positive or negative.

So, there I sat awkwardly on the log with an odd feeling in my stomach. The wind blew and the trees around danced, their leaves swaying without a care. I tried to calm myself down and took a few deep breaths while closing my eyes. The sound of the rustling and wind softly howling was peaceful. To enjoy that evening is all I wanted, but I snapped out of it quickly with more unexplained laughter. Peering from the corners of my eyes, I saw them looking directly back. It was absolutely unnerving, so I thought quickly while the anonymous strangers went on in their peculiar ways. I had hoped I was just making it all up in my head, but I needed reassurance. I called my brother but got no answer. I tried calling my old friend Lauren after the last failed call but got no avail. I was feeling on edge. After the reality of five minutes feeling like hours, Lauren had finally called me back. I pressed the answer button, fingers slightly shaking and fumbling around to hold the phone correctly. My anxiousness became apparent, something I didn’t want to happen. I always tell myself to never show weakness. I wasn’t able to talk to Lauren for long, she had to hang up eventually even with my attempts to explain the situation. Once she hung up and the beep that notified me of the ended call rang out, I felt