Personal Narrative-Sacrifice For Murder Or Illness?

and advised him of his Miranda Rights. The male stated that he did not have ID

thank goodness and then it all went back to normal. Bang I caught the truck before it hit the Tran and then he started to run as I was chasing him he stopped and pulled out a gun then I stopped wo you better

“You don’t just feed junk to someone after two months of-” He cut himself off, groaning and rubbing his temples. It didn’t look like the coffee was doing much for him.

“Where were you at for the past several nights,” asked a echoing voice. The thief stopped in his tracks.

“HEY MOM HEY DAD! Where did you guys go I was looking for you guys

The clock struck nine a.m. on the fourteenth day of April 2015 and the courtroom fell silent. It was on this day that I, along with two of my sisters, went to court to face my uncle who was being charged with aggravated sexual battery against a minor under the age of twelve. It took massive courage and bravery to come face to face with the monster that was considered family up until that point. This is the day that I believe I transitioned from childhood to adulthood. I believe this because I had to stand up for what was right, whether I wanted to or not, despite the humiliation of confronting something I had long ago buried.

" Goodnight. " I sniffled, standing up. My sister said my name, but I didn't turn around. I continued walking. I opened my bedroom door and got into my bed. I rolled over on my side. The worst part about this whole thing is that I can't do anything. I can't run. People have tried. I can't talk about how wrong this is because I have no voice, no importance, and that's how I like and want it. The game of survival is a bullshit game where they throw ten people in this map thing, and you can either murder each other until only one stands, die because they have these little things that can get you to die, or find your way out, but it's not that easy. Nobody has ever found their way out. Usually, people go insane and kill each other. The government

As I walk in through the doors to start the interrogation I take a big deep breath and walk in. I slam a pile of files on the desk and say “Mr. Winston Moseley I've been a homicide detective for 25 years and truth be told I have never seen a case like this.” When I said that he didn't say anything all he was doing was looking down at his handcuffs. So I sat down on the chair in front of him across

We got into a deep conversation. We talked about his sister who works in the Insane Asylum. He said that when she went to serve her patient some food, the patient bit her. As she was walking to the first aid room with some assistance, she went limp, and fell into a coma. He also said that she had been saying strange things in her sleep such as, “There going to break out soon, be ready.” As we were talking I didn’t even notice the red Jeep racing towards us like a pack of kids running for ice cream.

“Why didn’t you call me earlier? I would have picked you up at the prison door.”

In the car, on the way to this unknown place I sat in the back seat in

One day I discovered what I could not discern from that musty old tome you all have been playing with. I made this essential discovery during a case which involved the murder of a middle-aged soccer mom and her child. At this point in my career I had made a lot of friends within the law enforcement community. When they suspected a clown was involved in a case, they called me in for my expertise on the matter. How ironic that they rejected me for being clown obsessed, but now they were paying top dollar for my services.

The tires made an eerie screeching noise when we came to a halt. As I sat there in shock, I remember my brother screaming my name to see if I was okay and conscious. I answered in fear and pain knowing that I was seriously hurt. I originally thought that we were going to be in an astronomical amount of trouble by my parents, although they were just glad nothing was fatal. All I could think about was how this could end my softball years.

Mary shouted goodbye and left for work before I hopped out of bed to figure out who else was still in the house. Jade was in the kitchen with a mean mug on her face. I originally ignored it since she was always cranky in the morning. However, her face expression stayed constant as she prepared my breakfast. She slammed the bowl of cereal in front of me, and I looked at her with confusion. I did not know what her problem was, but I hoped that she got over it. What caused her to be upset? After I finished my food, I walked back in the living room to watch cartoons when Jade snatched the remote from me. She ordered me to grab the radio, the two chairs in the kitchen, and the house phone within ten seconds. I took her as a joke because there was no way I could bring all of what she wanted outside in ten seconds, however her face expression told me that she was not fooling around.

On Wednesday, I walked into a friends dorm room to find that his roommate had a few friends over. We were just going to be there for a few seconds, but I noticed that this guy in the room seemed to be somehow so genuine in the conversation that was occurring, despite the presence of a stranger (me). I saw this raw expression on his face that was absolutely begging for a photograph. So, I took one. I didn’t ask for permission, I just took it. Stole it, one might say. I turned on the shutter sound, because I was curious about the response I would recieve (the guy seemed nice enough, and I was pretty sure I could outrun him if the response wasn’t what I hoped for). The subject simply asked “Did you just take my picture?”. To which I responded