Personal Narrative-Rapist

When I entered as a first time student at UB, I was also exiting an abusive relationship that had become violent. I had very little support and lacked financial resources. I began counseling at the counseling center at UB and continued with classes while also working to support myself. I experienced an overwhelming amount of anxiety and felt uncomfortable on campus from the presence of my previous partner who was also a student at UB. My grades slipped and the opportunity to withdraw passed.

I am trying to figure out who killed Mr. Boddy. So far, the suspect's are Mrs.Peacock, Professor Plum, and Miss Scarlett. Entering into Professor Plum's house. I saw him in his house with a dagger on his table beside him. He said "he had it for safety." So I started searching his house and found nothing, so I left.

Anna was walking home from her job thinking it's the same thing everyday I wake up go to my minimum wage job then go home nothing new. Anna finally arrived to her lonely small apartment she had no family ever since they died in a house fire last year, she walked inside and went to her fridge and pulled out some old chinese takeout from last week, and ate it while walking to the couch she plopped down on her couch with her food in hand and turned on the TV, she turned it on the news she saw that it was a serial killer on the loose in her area. It scared her a little but she thought what are the odds of him killing me. Anna turned the TV off and went to sleep, but she did not realize that she did not close her window. While she rested peacefully

Your Honor, at this time I am urged to ask you why you are crying for these two men. Let us not forget the afternoon of May 21. After six months of planning the perfect crime, Mr. Leopold and Mr. Lobe coaxed the young Bobby Franks into their car while he was walking home from school. Once Bobby had been lured into the vehicle, Loeb bludgeoned the poor child over the head multiple times with a chisel. After finding that unsuccessful Loeb dragged Bobby into the back seat and forced a sock down his throat and waited for him to finally suffocate. After the murder, the two men drove the body to Wolf Lake where they poured hydrochloric acid over Bobby's face, abdomen, and genitals. Once they mutilated and dismembered the body, they discarded Bobbys remains in a drain, and then they drove home to write a ransom note and spend the evening playing a leisurely game of cards. And why? Why would these two scholars do something so sinister? Because they were bored. Because they wanted a rush. Because they could. Your Honor, do you still sympathize with these two murders?

As I was leaving work this week, I saw my wife racing the other direction trying to flag me down on my motorcycle. Once I reached the house I called her cell. She said, "DeWayne, Sophia just drowned in the pool." I asked if she was alive and she said, "Yes Ashley gave C.P.R. and the neighbor has Olivia." Our old granddaughter is Sophia and Olivia is our newborn granddaughter. Something inside me for weeks has been preparing, As my son-in-law and I were building the swim deck, something inside said, "Sophia is going to jump in the pool soon and drown." Normally I would have been completely stressed out. However, something inside said it is okay go see how you can help the kids not feel guilty.

On Thursday March 10, 2016 at 1310 hours a call came from dispatch about a possible murder. I arrived at 210 Downey Way, at 1327 hours. Mr. Henry Winkler, who was the next door neighbor, was standing outside of the victim’s house. Officer Twumasi and I approach Mr. Winkler, who advised that he was the person who reported the call. He said, that while he was eating jello that he heard a loud boom coming from Ms. Nelson’s house about 15 minutes before he made the call. Mr. Winkler said he was scared and when he looked out of his window he saw Jim, the victim’s boyfriend leaving the victim’s house in a blue Ford Escort, 1999 model, four doors with Harley Davidson sticker on the back window. While gathering information from Mr. Winkler I learned

"Okay people we've got to get started with this meeting, we're wasting time! This man is out there right as we speak, who knows what he's planning!" chief of the deputy, Brian Snark exclaimed frantically while pointing out the window of the boardroom.

As I ate my Cheerios I wondered where my Dad and Brother where they had left last night without saying a word. My sister Kat was sleeping on the couch of our run down house, my mom was outside smoking her Camel smokes and, my other brother Dayrl was making breakfast in the kitchen. This is how things normally were but, Merle(the brother from before) was starting to act strange and he left us with our abusive Father more often and would come back a week later when he got back he said that he went to do some work but he wouldn't tell us what kind of work it was. A lot of times our Father beat us or mom he was an alcoholic but when we wasn't drunk he was a good guy. As I finished my breakfast Dayrl yelled from the kitchen. "Go wake up your sister!

Growing up, I lived in a small community where poverty was an issue. Within the low-income community, drugs, crime, and education lacked. There were many people unemployed, lacked health coverage, and financially unstable. One of the major issues in the community was the use of illegal drugs. The substances damaged people's lives, due to addiction. The drugs included heroin, marijuana, and cocaine; the list can go on and on. From future football players to basketball players, I watched all these superstars turned their lives upside down. I watched players that had the privilege to play for top universities lose their scholarships because of the use of illegal substances. I even watched one of my own, my uncle.

The most powerful moment that has happened to me involving music happened in the middle of my seventh grade year. Prior to seventh grade, I played the violin but desired to learn the Double Bass. I asked a few times if I could switch instruments so that I could fulfil that desire, but my teacher always turned me down telling me that I should just stick with the violin, this of course made me devasted. Then the following school year, the teacher asked if anybody could play Bass because Alex (the bassist) had moved to a different school and we had only one bassist left in the orchestra and at that moment I got my chance to learn an instrument that I not only loved to hear, but also loved to look at, listen to and play. My teacher was skeptical

Everyone remembers a time in their lives when their mom came through and saved the day. Mine happened to happen at 1:30 AM on a Saturday morning. To fully understand the story I’ll give some background.

I woke up as usual a couple of years ago on September 20, I rubbed my tired eyes with my hands curled into fists. Uncovering my head from the large blanket I had, I was blinded by the brilliant light that hung above my head. A few moments later, after my eyes had adjusted, and my temporary blindness left me, I stumbled out of my bed and tripped to my closet, still dazed from just having woken up. Once I was ready I dazedly walked down the stairs, hanging onto the wooden rail tightly so I wouldn’t fall, though I almost fell more than a few times. My grandmother was sitting in her grey rocking chair, watching The walking dead, she heard me trip off the last step coming down the stairs and turned her head slightly to face me. She started to say

As we kept walking I heard car tires screech the sidewalk and as I turned around I seen the passenger cop looking outside his car window and he hollered “Aye kids come here!” We kept walking and he hollered again “I know you kids heard me, don’t let me have to get out of my car!”As soon as Justin heard that he stopped but when I look into his face it looked as if he was getting ready to run out his sneakers. I smelled something rotten as if somebody farted and I immediately assumed it was Justin because of how petrified he looked. I knew it was because I could see him clutching his stomach as the cops got closer to us.

Since Rafael purposed, I couldn't be loving life more. Everything was fitting together perfect and I couldn't wait to actually marry the man.... Or actually I could. No date has been set yet, no plans made... The engagement was set more open ending at the moment. Because niether of us wanted to rush it. Life was going amazingly well, almost to good to be true seeming as our job were sex crimes... Then came this case.

Every living things grows and develops into more, the sound of it is breathtaking. But in all reality it is not all unicorns and rainbows. For all of my long and hopeless life I have been trapped in this place, a place I wish I wasn’t. I cannot move; I cannot grow. Everyday is as daunting as the last. I wish my life would end, then there would finally be something exciting in my life.