Personal Narrative-Sacrifice

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

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.

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?

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.

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

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!

Amy walks across the boardwalk enjoying the last couple of days before her dad goes away to war. “I really don’t see the reason you have to go, it is not fair”, Amy said as she tossed a sea shell into the ocean. Her Dad replied with “I will be just fine there is no need to worry about me sweetheart”. He tried to change the subject by asking Amy about her meet coming up on Friday. “So how is your back tuck going”, he asked. Amy replied with “good I guess”. By the time they returned back to the house the joyful trip to the beach had become quite and overtaken by worry.

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.

I was cruising in the back of the car, we had just gotten some food from the Dairy Queen. Ponyboy and I were on our way back to the church, then we had seen a ball of smoke rolling from the church. We rushed back to the church and the church was on fire. Ponyboy and I had raced inside to go and break down the door that they were trapped behind. We both had started to save the kids that were trapped. Then after we had saved them both Ponyboy and I were trying to get out. Ponyboy got out safe but a falling ember had slammed down on me like a pile of bricks. The ember had knocked me out, then I had woken up in the back of an ambulance. They were saying that I had som third degree burns and a broken back. I was in some severe pain I could barely

I feel my phone vibrate under my pillow. What time is it? And what’s that feeling? My arm feels hot and cold, all at the same time and its wet. Why am I wet? I lazily roll over in my bed, rub my eyes, and go to reach for my phone, when I see a red substance glinting on my hand. In a swift movement, I sit up to find my whole bed is covered in the substance. What the hell happened last night? I can’t remember anything. Oh, my head, it is pounding, no thundering. “Devon?” I whisper. No reply comes. “Devon?” this time it comes out in a weep. Why am I crying?