Personal Narrative-Sacrifice

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

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.

Earlier this week, I got in touch with the game warden that I had previously had a ride along with and asked if I could go on another one. I was told to meet at the Brunswick office at 10:00 am. There I was to meet up with Corporal Kate Hargrave. I arrived at the Brunswick DNR office at approximately 9:40 because early is on time, and on time is late. When I pulled into the front parking lot, I noticed a man standing by a truck parked near the entrance that said “NOAA Law Enforcement” on the side. As this was an unusual sight, I decided to walk over and introduce myself. The man by the truck was Agent Ben Hughes. After talking to him for a few minutes, Corporal Hargrave arrived and informed me that Agent Hughes would be joining us for the

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

It was 2:00 AM and I was working 3rd shift that night, it was lonely and dark. I was the only one here. As I sat in silence the phone rang I picked it up not expecting anyone to be calling because I haven’t had a call in years. When I picked up the phone all I hear is a deep soft whispering, I couldn’t make out what they were saying. Every second the whispering got louder and louder until there was a high pitch screaming. I slammed the phone down on the receiver with a rush of adrenaline. My heart was pounding so fast it felt like it was going to burst, (the reader takes a deep breath to build suspense) agin I sit in silence, waiting for something to happen. I was so paranoid I didn’t know what to do, my mind was racing, do I leave or do I

Lauren contemplated buying a white peasant blouse that she had tried on. She looked at herself in the dressing room mirror. The blouse was light so she knew she wouldn't get hot in it. She also wore light blue, high waisted, short shorts that showed off her tanned legs that seemed to go on forever. At the end of these long legs were her new light blue Converses. She just couldn't just not wear them. Her dark blonde hair was left naturally wavy, with wisps flying around here and there.

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

It was a cold autumn morning when I heard the news coming from my alarm clock radio. Two people had won the lottery winnings from yesterday's drawing. They get to split a great prize, both people got to take home over 3 million dollars. I have been playing the lottery for about ten years now, I have only won three or four thousand, hoping to hit it big. For eight years I have been cleaning and cooking in a half kitchen with dinette. The small apartment had that smell as if something had been wet and moldy. I have had to listen through paper thin walls of, shouting, fighting, and the occasional grunts from some dirty old man upstairs. The constant running trains echo inside the entire apartment building. The living room was just big enough for

ISALITA is always there to get me over some ridiculous event. An exam gone awry, a terrible week that screams, "If I'm ending right now, a martini better be involved," or when my deep cravings for fish tacos stop me down Liberty, it's always there for me. On one such occasion, one of my fave people in the world with whom I happen to share a cohort in not ONE, but TWO schools, decided we needed to treat ourselves. Mid-semester shenanigans and a wide-open schedule allowed for such an occasion.

There was another person with him, I couldn’t figure out who he was but he seem familiar. The main clown was filling up one of the balloons, and it all of a sudden popped! The kid who was getting the balloon started crying. Then the other clown went around to see the kid and stole something out of the parents pockets! They are not really here for balloons, they are popping the balloons of purpose has a distraction!... I tell myself. I wanted to go to one of the cops and tell him he was a criminal, but I can’t because I don’t have any proof. I go home and rest because tomorrow I am going to take some pictures.

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.

¨ 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.

It was silent, everything within our universe was still, it was like nothing I’ve ever felt before. I was granted my one wish after I died, to have a conversation with the world. Suddenly a table appeared in front of me, causing me to jump backwards in surprise. And that’s when he walked up, a man with slicked back ginger hair and green eyes, a black dress shirt covered his torso with a pair of jeans to go with it. He smiled small at me before motioning to the table, running a hand through his hair. I gently pulled the chair out to sit myself down, watching his every move as he himself sat down. “So Ms. Cadence, you wanted to ask me a few questions?” The air felt thicker as I nodded, a weak smile playing on my lips. “Cadence speak up,