Personal Narrative-Sacrifice

It was a regular sunday morning around 6 a.m. when Mrs. Robinson was taking her daily run in the morning. She jogged around the perimeter of the neighborhood at a fair speed while she pondered her plans for the day. Would she go grocery shopping, would she go out with some friends, or would she just stay at home and continue to grade papers, as she was a school teacher. These thoughts were brought to an abrupt halt when she saw something very peculiar in the corner of her eye. She approached what appeared to be a hunched over figure next to one of the rose bushes that lined the fence of the neighborhood. As she got closer, she realized what it was.

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

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

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

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.

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 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.

Kenzie spun the wheel after everything calmed down and we were finally able to breathe. Her game piece moved to a gray space. I spun the wheel afterwards, meeting a gray space as well. Joel was next and he spun the wheel, just missing red by one space. Kenzie spun the wheel, and her tombstone moved 8 spaces and stopped just in front of Joel's. She landed on red. We looked at each other, the dead silence adding to the suspense as she took a red card from the deck. She read it slowly, her hands were noticeably shaking as she held the card in her hand.

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

For the next few weeks, I pride myself on being a good little captive. I do everything in my power to get him to trust me, hoping that he’ll let me out of here so that I can escape. So far, it seems like it’s working. He hasn’t laid a hand on me since I confronted him about who he was, and he even seems happier now. For some reason, he seems to be falling for it, which is good news for me.

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.

Over this past summer, I was forced to face one of my greatest fears; heights. My fear of heights started on a family vacation to Sesame Park when I was about five years old. I remember having a lot of fun riding many different rides until I decided to go on the largest roller-coaster they had in the park. The ride itself was incredible. Unfortunately, as the carts came to the last loop, the ride malfunctioned, keeping us suspended in the air for what felt like an eternity. Although, in reality, it was only a few minutes before we were operational and safely exiting the ride. However, during that brief malfunction, I had a complete mental breakdown and feared I would fall to my death.

“Here, as a welcoming gift.” He said while holding out a can of juice. It’s a good thing he can’t see my face because of the cloak I was wearing. He would probably see the bloodlust in my eyes.