Personal Narrative-Sacrifice

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

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.

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.

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

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?

Throughout life people are faced with many complications through their day to day routine. One trouble that I face heights. I did not know this was an issue until I went to an amusement park with a group of friends. It was a sunny day out, and the park was so crowded it was hard to find my way through the crowd. After we finally pushed our way through swarm of people, we made it to a roller coaster. This was the first time I had ever rode one.

I could feel my palms getting slick with sweat as the anticipation was building. Each teammate was looking at each other as each second seemed to take longer than the next. All of us waiting on baited breathe. Could the long brown hair girl wearing glasses really go all the way? She had been brazen enough to demand the impossible when she stepped up to the plate. In my head, I was trying to imagine what the hardest word could be. Glancing at the other team sitting on the other side of the invisible bear called a walkway, I could tell they were also trying to predict what the word would be and if this moment would provide a victory at our miscalculated error. Just as it seemed the tension reached it thickest point, Ms. M finally said the word

I arrived at the home to speak with the children and the parents. Alexis was outside of the home when I pulled in. I introduced myself to Alexis and asked if her parents were home or if anyone else was home. Alexis said that her parents were working but said she would get her bothers and sisters. Alexis attempted to call Yvette to let her know I was at the home. Yvette didn`t answer the phone call. The children asked me what I was doing at the home. I told them I had a report that had concerns of Yvette and Frank stabbing Jacob. The children said that Jacob was at a boys ranch and wasn`t allowed to come back home. They said that Jacob got in trouble and had to leave. I then the children all stated that Yvette never smacked or stabbed Jacob.

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).

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

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!

¨ 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.

Have you ever just been standing still and fallen down for no reason? Well I’m a little accident prone I don’t have troubles standing or walking but I do have a slight problem riding my bike.