Personal Narrative-Sacrifice

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

It was around 7:00 PM on a Saturday night, it was that time of the year where it got dark earlier than usual. It was my whole family; both of my parents, my 3 younger brothers and I, on our way back home from Six Flags. We were all extremely tired since we had spent the whole day walking under the hot sun. As we made our way back home, I was scrolling through an app called Offer Up, it's an app where people buy and sell, and I had posted an exclusive pair of Air Jordan's earlier that day. Well, at that moment my phone makes the loud cash register sound it makes when you get a message.

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

After Finals, I came back to San Pedro for the summer. You wouldn't think the place would have changed that much in a year, but it sure as hell felt like I was living in another country. Most of the guys I went to high school had moved on by then and the whole town seemed so fucking strange.

With the onslaught of states slowly legalizing the commercialization and use of marijuana after the passing of sanctioning initiatives led by Colorado and Washington in 2012, societal attitudes have begun to support this movement in the decriminalization of marijuana for personal use. Based on the 2014 midterms, momentum for this change has been shown in different parts of the U.S., with states such as Oregon, Alaska, and Washington D.C. joining this cause. It is safe to assume that several other states will soon follow suit, with ballot initiatives set for 2016 in states such as: Massachusetts, California, Missouri, Hawaii, Maine, Nevada, and Arizona (Becker, 2014). However, the long standing debate still stands, is this change for the better? In a world with less restrictions on illegal drugs such as marijuana, would the pros outweigh the cons? Although the answer may not be clear cut, considering the arguments made by both the supporting side and the opposing side of marijuana legalization for public consumption will help us create an opinion on what values should be taken priority on when it comes to the consequences related to advocating this movement.

I can feel my stomach churning as I slowly creep up the steps to the diving board. The metal scorches my bare feet as the sun begins to form little blisters on my shoulders; my SPF 80 obviously isn't doing its job. I try to muster up enough courage to finish the last three steps, but my knees are trembling ferociously. As I finally make it to the top, the smell of chlorine is rancid enough to make me hold my nose and prepare for my leap into the icy chemical bath. I take one last deep breath and mentally prepare myself by repeating quietly, "Today is the day I conquer my fear of the high dive.”

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).

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I didn’t realize how lucky I was to have her until she wasn’t there anymore.

Oh gods, he was gorgeous. A precious innocent, with soft, pale skin and chestnut hair that he'd attempted to cut, but would only grow back a few weeks later, covering his wide, calm eyes. I think eh would notice me in those early days, on his walks from school, I think he could feel me there. Always watching but never acting upon him. He shrugged it off as strange paranoia, but he never formerly tried to see what the exact issue was. I didn't want him to, either. He was just about fifteen, and lived in a quaint little place with his mother and little sister. I could stare at him as he slept in those small hours of the morning, watching his skin turn a shade of cerulean in the darkness of the room, and hearing that calming

'It is a cold, dark, night. I just got off of work, late once again. I’m supposed to get off of work at six thirty , tonight I got off at nine thirty. Therefor, I now have to walk in the dark by myself in the worst part of town. Of course this is happens to be the shortest way. I start to near the park. The dim lighting and buzzing of the cheap lightbulbs struggling to stay on, gives an eerie feeling. The wind howling doesn't make it any better. Also mentioning the fact that it brings the horrid stench of the sushi shack, or rotting fish. It makes me want to puke. I pull my hoodie up to protect my ears from the wind. I keep walking at a brisk pace, I want to get out of here. As I am walking I hear faint foot steps.They are quiet but quick.

I heard about what was coming from school. Since they let us all leave school, it must be really serious. So me being me and seeing no imminent threat, I went to Whataburger with my friends. So while we were waiting for our chicken strip and Coke combos, the earthquake struck. Everyone dove under their tables except me. I'm not saying I wasn't scared, but I was more worried about my chicken strips. My priorities were totally on point. Anyways, I snuck a peek out the windows and saw Walmart crumble into smithereens. Behind me I could hear a woman scream "nOOOO THE LOW PRICES ARE GONE! HOW WILL I LIVE?!" As she started to cry and fall on the floor in a fetal position.

The creepy tack room door that squeaked closed due to the warm spring breeze. I was heading to the horse stalls as I stopped to watch the chickens forage for bugs by their huge red and white coop. When I fechnically mine, stall was wide open..without her in it!

In our society, hearing about a fire can be such a tragedy, but I cannot seem to think of anyone actually continuing to check on the progress of the owners afterwards. When I was in seventh grade, I had just gotten off the bus with my sister to find that our road was blocked off. Policemen, firemen, ambulances, and more scattered the street. There was an uproar of yelling, something about checking a house and making sure it was cleared. I was not quite able to recognize whose house it was, until I tried to weasel my way through the scattered people to find my home. A hand had reached out and grabbed my sister and I, muttering words that we were not allowed to move any closer to the scene. Confused, we gave each other a look and that was when