Personal Narrative-Sacrifice

We continued to travel for days on end. By this time we were in the woods. But I had no idea when we would get there, or how far we had traveled. I looked at Zhalen, to ask him, but as soon as I opened my mouth, Zhalen and Li veered off course.

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

While she regarded him so thoroughly he barely looked at her, except to make eye contact and give her a complete grimace so she would truly understand his mood. In the coming months he will wish he had taken more notice of her, had created more of a mental image with which he could remember her. Her mousy face, and dull brown hair. He honestly couldn't recall what color her eyes were. Deep down he knew it wasn't his fault, how could he have known this would be the last time he would see her?

His hands rose towards his throat quickly enough, his eyes wide and frightened. He seemed to have lost most of his strength when the girl left… He was only an adult, after all. Rose felt a little offended. Did they really think he could stand up to her all by himself? Rose, the leader of the True? She almost felt like laughing, but she felt like she would have to save it for later.

What if you were destined to save your town, would you be heroic enough? What is a hero? Campbell’s Heroic Journey, The Hobbit, and story/ film explains. My idea of a hero is being a person who sacrifices themselves for others, and doesn't think people are less worthy than themselves. The Heroic Journey describes that anyone can be a hero, examples of that would be The Hobbit by J.R.R. Tolkien, which is a story about a group of men go on a death defying journey to save the town. The other story is How to Train Your Dragon is similar with other supernatural events. Such as dragons and bugs. Despite having similar heroes, The Hobbit had a stronger Heroic Journey because there were more obstacles.

In mid-December, during the celebration of her 10th anniversary with her husband Theo, Mrs. James got call from her department asking her if she could come in to work because they needed her help. When Mrs. James got the news she softly spoke, “Honey I’m so sorry, but they need me to come in to work.” Mr. James looks at her with an understanding smirk and kissed her on the cheek and said “See you when you get home. Be safe!” as she rushed out the door. When she got inside of the car , she turns the key in the ignition. A call came up on the screen saying “Homicide on 403 Pembroke Rd." She turns on her sirens and rushes off to the location. When Detective James arrived she saw a 3 story mansion on a hill owned. She read a sign nearby "Property

In just one day 50 lives were taken by a mystery killer. When the bodies were investigated they weren’t normal fingerprints. It was a killer no one saw coming

Well this year was a hell of a year. I mean, i didn't pass any of the semesters but i did observe a ton of stuff that went on in the class. The class in general was pretty lit. Every day went by and i honestly did some work. The class was ready to learn as mrs g was ready to teach. I mean yea we had some days were we didn't want to learn anything and there were also days when mrs g didn't want to teach. But ima be honest, doing the work we did wasn't in my best interest. Most of the projects we did in class i worked on, but at the end i didn't end up liking how i did it so i wouldn't even bother turning anything in. like the obituary we had to write about ourselves. I liked the meaning behind this but honestly i didn't want to work on that because it just brought back memories of my friends that were killed.

As the petite woman moved out of the way, Coley got a clear view of the valiant offender; a girl, cheeky smirk aimed at the fuming Frenchwoman, bright brown eyes the very picture of innocence. She diverted her gaze to grin at Coley with unbelievably white teeth (stark against her beautifully tanned skin); a motion lasting only a fraction of a second, but it was enough to make Coley’s heart stutter with some kind of incredible force in a way it never had before.

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

Unexpectedly, it did more than simply have them acknowledge her, it drew the focus of none other than the would-be king himself. Alayne refused to cower, however, for what good would it do her now? Her sisters had already been slain in front of her and she was quite certain the same fate awaited her, but she would not allow him the satisfaction of seeing her plead for her life. Instead, she met his eyes with her own steely gaze, her jaw firmly set as she notched it higher to maintain eye contact as he closed in upon her. She said nothing at first, not even flinching at the priest's all too eager suggestion of her execution, but her eyes seemed to narrow at Richard's refusal of the

Doing the right thing is the thing that matters the most. It was November twelfth in twenty

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

This worry the other morning acted slower. It remained, when that day with Mary ended once we got to the hospital and were told my lack of attention didn't kill my daughter. She only broke an arm.

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