Personal Narrative: Jail Room

“You’re going to love it. They are so much fun!” Emme told her. Emme had been to the Escape Room once before, but now they were saving the Titanic from sinking.

Hey how are you doing? My name is Sheterrica Lenard and I've been working since I was 16 years old and I have all the experience that is required for this position. I have 5 years of experience in supervising and coordinating work of other correctional officers, I also can drive passenger vehicles and trucks used to transport inmates to other institutions, courtrooms, hospitals and work sites. I counsel inmates and respond to legitimate questions, concerns, and requests. I have also participate in required job training. After being in school for 8 years, majoring inn this field, I know I meet all required standards for this position. Although not all police departments require their detectives to possess a college degree, the shift toward a

As I am sitting in my smelly, old jail cell I am thinking why did I pretend to be someone else. I’ll tell you why I got into jail. This is the story of how I got into all of mess and what I did that made me go to jail. Once I was stealing from a store and I was about to big escape while my partner was outside by the car covering for me. My partner and I always robbed places because this is what we did since we were in high school. We got in the car started to drive, went across the bridge and BOOM. We quickly jumped out of the car and got in the boat under the bridge in enough time to get in the boat before the police got to our car to find us. We drove back to the warehouse in the boat because we have to drop the money that we got and we almost

I'm not feeling very good about this. I feel like I did something horrible even though I didn’t do what they assumed I did. My body feels very cold, tired, and I am shivering, although my face feels warm and cozy. I see scratches on the walls from the past people who have been here, waiting for their inevitable interrogation, and possibly sentencing. I am by myself in this cell. I feel very annoyed, as me being at the party put me in this position in the first place. I’ll make sure to think twice before hanging out with them again. I really hope that a person that actually did an illegal thing doesn’t get placed in the same jail cell that I am in right now, or that would be pretty uncomfortable. I can hear the conversations of the check-in

My new responsibitly that I had to get down was getting into my locker. I moved from elementry to middle school so now I have a locker. The first day of school I could not get it down. So I was late to class. After second period I finially got it down on my own. The first few weeks were hard but finially got easy. I few months had passed now and my locker looked like a tornado had went through it. So one time in between class i got everything out of my locker and cleaned it . it then looked good and was ready for my next class but although i was late.

The cold steel refreshed my hand as I grasped the handle to enter the phone booth. Inside laid the payphone sitting silent in the claustrophobic room. It had always trapped me when I entered, and created an atmosphere of a jail cell. Luckily, my reason for entering always masked that imaginary environment because it was to connect with others and not to be left alone. Although, on that typical sticky warm Florida afternoon the jail cell surfaced and I felt like there was no escape. I was a prisoner in my own mind; being beaten up by regret and taunted by sorrow. But, as my tears fell and my mind continued to race with grief I grew stronger and my morals shifted molding me along with them. That phone call that day changed my outlook on life

Okay so this one time i broke the law is when my friend had bought music and gave me it.I know now that that is the wrong thing to do and that i should not have done that. That hurts all of the artists but i won't do it again.I wil always check before doing anything that smells a little fishy. “Is it too late now to say sorry”.

It was that day I almost gave up. We just finished field and we went back inside to clean up. We got assigned things and then when I finished that I was supposed to do, I started to help Daiji. He let me use the razor blade, then, my hands slipped, then the razor blade went into my thumb.

The first day was pretty great. There was many cabins. Six of my friends and I decided to stay in a cabin called “willow.” The cabin had bunk beds and it had a bathroom and shower which was great because my friends and I wouldn’t have to share bathrooms and shower with all of the people. At the introduction they were telling me about the rules of the camp and our expectations. Then we ate lunch and I liked the food there it was really good. Then the real fun began. My friends and I went swimming. When I was standing on the edge of the bridge one of my friends pushed me. I got him back by doing it to him too. Then my friend and I went canoeing and we were doing really great at not tipping over but then we did tip over and we all fell in. It

Kristine was sentenced to life in prison and they can not guarantee her another trial. Her lawyer is fighting for another trial because the evidence is strong enough to prove her as innocent. I do not think her outcome is fair because there is not enough evidence to prove her as guilty. The main reason I do not think she is guilty is because her son died with a high percentage of carbon monoxide in his blood, which means he was dead before the fire started. The fire was likely to have started in the space between the ceiling and roof because of faulty wires. With this evidence, I believe she is innocent.

It was a gloomy day in the park I just got out of jail. I had just finished up a lecture at the county prison and the community center. Suddenly a young boy walked up and said hello to me. The young man felt comfortable around the old like he can ask him for advice. So the young man told the old man his predicament. The me and it just happened he went through the same problem i went through. The young man said he was the best friend of an abused wife. It just so happened that was the same thing I did. The young man asked for advice, and the old man said I went through the same thing let me tell you my story. It all started when my best friend stacey was abused by her husband mike. Stacey had always wanted to leave but ike had a tight grip

Experiencing a prison from the inside was interesting, I was not sure what to expect. I did not expect the inmates to have so much freedom, the dorm- like rooms were unexpected and I was shocked that there were only two guards in each dorm. My idea of prison was the inmates behind cell doors when it looked like a dorm room or camp. I was also unaware that inmates could work outside of the prison.

I feel like i've been in jail for almost a year now, but i know it's only been a few weeks. The walls in this room always feel so cold and wet. It’s so dark. No sunlight. I keep having replays in my mind of how everything happened. I can’t sleep. I can’t eat, nor do i want too. I haven’t seen or heard from anyone i know since i got arrested. If only she would have, ugh, we were supposed to be forever. She told me all the time. I have so much anger for her, still till this day. I should go back to the beginning, so whenever i'm gone and someone does find this they know the true story.

At approximately 5:03p.m. Israel Thomas' Mom came down to Mr. Kimpson's room. When she got there she barged in asking, "What is this?" "Is this tutorial or detention?" Mr. Kimpson stated to her, "This is detention." She said, "Oh no he can't stay for that!" She instructed her son to get his things together so that they can leave. When she asked her son, as he was packing up, who assigned detention, he stated Mrs. Northern did. She then came over into my room and said, "Hey, he can't serve a detention and I would appreciate if you have an issue with my son, you call me." I told her, "Ma'am I sent home the letter to inform you that Israel had a detention and he brought it back signed by you." She said, "Yeah I know I signed it but he can't stay for detention." She then stated that, "I know I signed the letter, but I was suppose to call you but I had a lot going on and didn't have time to call." I told her that the only reason he was allowed to stay was because he had permission from her. She said, "No!" "He cannot stay for detention. In the future if y'all have a

It was over now! The egregious act was done. I had killed this woman. The round and flabby corpse lay there stone-like. Her dead face looked as obnoxious as when it was living. But I had a smirk on my face for she was gone forever.