Personal Narrative-Sacrifice

On 20Nov16 at 1337 hrs. I, Deputy Halbasch, was dispatched to 16580 Co Rd 81 for a disturbance call.

I’d had many mini-lifelines thrown my way, none turned out to be the life-altering, ground shaking beneath me, and gates to opening up “heaven”, though. To me, I’d blame it on the different ways I came off to strangers, depends on the day, I could be a multitude of characters, but never latch onto the following of others. Don’t get me wrong, I wanted my lifeline to latch onto, the problem was, I was like a fishing net with a gaping hole--incapable of doing such things. Then, the last person I expected to, stepped up and accepted the challenge.

A'nari hurry up the show is about to start. Me and my bestfriend Jehlani run to our seats in the croweded arena. Soon as we get to our ring side seats the pyro to start raw goes off. We cheer loud and more pyro goes off. We sit in the arena and watch Raw and it is fantastic. After the show is over we leave the arena and walk the busy streets of The Bronx.

We made it to the hospital in time for them to save Derrick from any horrible damage from the bullet that was lodge centimeters away from his heart. Since he was released from the hospital three months ago he been living in my other guest room upstairs. I been by his side because he always been by mine. Even though he cheated on me and was right down disrespectful on my big day I forgave him for it all a long time ago. Come to find out the crazy and super intelligent person that shot Derrick was Carla stupid ugly ass. How I found out was because I have All Purpose under surveillance every square inch of it and she took everything off when she left out the back door and then looked directly into the camera hahahaha silly girl. Then she throws

There are two kinds of people in this world: there's the people that are able to avoid hitting traffic cones, and then there's me. I've found underwear in my lunchbox. Face wash in my locker. My phone in the fridge. Now don't get me wrong, I'm usually a pretty organized person, but on occasion I find my things in places they typically don't belong with no recollection of them getting there. 9 times out of 10, that's perfectly okay. But the tenth time, when I pulled up into my driveway with a traffic cone suctioned to the front of my car, that was definitely NOT okay. I honestly couldn't tell you exactly how it happened, all I know is that at some point between my high school parking lot and my home, I hit a traffic cone so hard that it got stuck to my car. Since the incident, I have become a much better driver, but my friends will all tell you that I will never be able to look at a traffic cone the same way again. It has become something of a joke- the amount of photos of traffic cones that have been sent to me by my friends and family is absurd, but I can't say that it's a bad thing. I took that situation as a lesson learned to be a more careful driver, and made light of it. I

I was wandering in the mall recently , aimlessly as some of us do, basically waisting time. In my travels I came across a kiosk that sold various cellphones, chargers, and other accessories. The young man behind the counter asked if I needed any help, I answered as most of us do with a "no, I'm just looking."

My mom and I loved the movie. It was neat to see a Western movie 'cause you really don't see those much any more.

It was september 3 when it happen. I finally had the strength to introduce my whole family the person I wanted for my life. I already knew how everything was going to be, i’ll introduce him as my partner and they are going to act nice with him but when i'm alone with a family member they would tell me “why him?” or “you could do better”. Why did I pick him and not someone else? how come I had lasted so long with him to be able to introduce him to my family, could I do better?

I remember it like it was yesterday, the bright florescent lights that were suspended above the large gymnasium. The big blue mats that molded under my feet, the cloud of chalk that formed after every clap. Today was definitely competition day. Everyone would be there parents, teachers, family, friends, and even coaches that wanted you to be on their team. They sat crammed together like a pack of sardines watching and anticipating. All waiting for their child to have their shot at fame, to have their shot under the spotlight.

He went over and stood next to her for a few seconds caressing her body gently and staring deeply into her scared eyes. With an evil smile, he walked around her restrained body dragging his fingers anywhere he pleased. When he got behind her, he pressed his already swollen cock against her ass, pulling her tight by grabbing and using her oversized breasts as leverage. She was aware that he was able to do whatever he pleased to her body and therefore just stood paralyzed like a sex mannequin. He unbuckled the large padded gag that covered her entire lower jaw. Dropping the buckles, the room full of men expected the gag to fall to the floor, but instead it remained on her face. Walking around to face her, he pulled on the mask slowly. As he pulled, a large shaft that was attached to the gag exited her mouth. He

Everyone has a certain story that they want people to remember forever. Our families have had stories that have been passed down from generation to generation. All of the stories have different morals at the end of them: either the person learned a lesson at the end of it or there could have been a coming-of-age, or whatever the case may be. My story was one of disappointment and good luck.

Have any of your family feuds gone out of hand? I still remember the hot summer day in 2010. I was eight years old and just wanted to swing. Earlier that day, my mother drove my sister Passion (who was twelve years old), my brother Franklin (who was ten years old), and I to my Aunt Rosa’s house. We arrived at the same time as my cousins, Jowell (who was nine years old), Kianna (who was eight years old), and Henrique (who was seven years old).

At twelve thirty the parade was ready to commence. I was forced to dress as a lifeguard, complete with red swim trunks, a whistle, and white marks on my nose. I was advised not to wear a shirt and instructed to hold a lifeguard tube while perched on top of a twelve-foot high lookout chair. I felt I was up much higher, though.

I had just started to follow Ashlynn when the woman that Ashlynn had stolen the glasses from sent up a cry of alarm.

¨ Hello Kage, what a perfect timing. ¨ The voice was deep and echoed upon the walls. A lingering shadow had appeared, very smoothly, and had made his appearance known.