After we left the jail I went to work. While I was at work Debra kept texting me, because she wanted to talk about things. “I’m not ready to talk to you yet. You crossed the line in our friendship” I responded to her. I didn’t talk to Debra all weekend, but Monday when I went to school I found out some more information that completely ruined our friendship. “Hey, Brandy I need to talk to you,” said Brienna. “What’s wrong?” I asked Brienna. “Well,” she began “Debra told me that she slept with Shanon while you guys were dating.” When Brienna told me that, I just couldn’t believe it. I was so mad and upset that I couldn’t even talk to Debra about it. But, Debra knew that I found out and never tried to talk to me about it. After finding out that
Hey little brother sorry you can't call. I don't have any money on the phone. I haven't spoken with Mj in a month. I am so heartbroken. Your wife told me the great news and I am so happy for you both. Like I told Lamont I really don't talk to no one in Michigan. Kristy (1-2 times a week) Aretha and Fred (every other 3-4 months) maybe. Mom and Cass never. So that's that. You, Lamont and Mj are my concerns as long as you all let me be in your lives I will be. I love all my family dearly; however, along the way we have lost vital parts of who we are as a family. I think long incarcerations have made some feel that they are not family. Many people have forgotten who they are as simply Africans but on a basic level in this family we have forgotten
Finally the day has come that Jr. and I. get out of jail. We had our good friend T-dawg pick us up. He pulled up in his Chevy impala with his 28 inch spinner rims and competition hydraulic lifts. He pulled up and simply said get yo cracka pasty lookin selves up in my whip before I pop a cap in yo man. Jr. and I simply responded we didn’t know you had a daughter and that we missed him too. T-dawg was always such a nice guy he used to give homemade candy to all the adults and kids on the street in exchange for just a little bit of cash.
Ryan, she was supposed to contact you to explain her situation, but I’m not sure if she spoke with you yet.
Hey how are you doing? My name is Sheterrica Lenard and I've been working since I was 16 years old and I have all the experience that is required for this position. I have 5 years of experience in supervising and coordinating work of other correctional officers, I also can drive passenger vehicles and trucks used to transport inmates to other institutions, courtrooms, hospitals and work sites. I counsel inmates and respond to legitimate questions, concerns, and requests. I have also participate in required job training. After being in school for 8 years, majoring inn this field, I know I meet all required standards for this position. Although not all police departments require their detectives to possess a college degree, the shift toward a
A teenagers boss put him on the corner holding a sign, but it wasn't to drum up business for his company, Precision Construction & Investments, LLC.
“And this woman's case stands she broke the law and she committed the worst crime which is a death” Is there any objections”
The next day I attended the funeral and Rita managed to avoid me completely. Her friends gave me the cold shoulder. Two weeks went by. I was unable to make contact. How dumb can a guy get? It took that long to realize I’d been dumped. This time I guess it was her turn.
Then she said she wonder why this happened to her. I tried to just give her the history and to help her understand.
Okay so this one time i broke the law is when my friend had bought music and gave me it.I know now that that is the wrong thing to do and that i should not have done that. That hurts all of the artists but i won't do it again.I wil always check before doing anything that smells a little fishy. “Is it too late now to say sorry”.
Even though I’m an awkward and bashful, hanging out with you for a short period of time was still nice. You definitely left an impression, which isn’t entirely a good thing. You are the first person who has ever totally denied my existence by not opening a chat. You are the first person who has ever deemed a conversation with me unworthy of a response and explanation. You are the first person who has ever cut contact with me because of something unbeknownst to me. I’m not the type to write a letter to someone I barely know; I’m not the type to legitimately grasp for answers. It seemed like nothing was wrong, but there must have been. I can’t think of any other reason for this. You don’t even have to respond, just promise me something: If you ever talk to someone else, someone like me, don’t ignore them for no particular reason. Don’t exit a conversation without letting them know what’s going on. If you’re not into it, let them know. Even if it’s hard, even if you think it will hurt them, because nothing hurts more than questioning yourself. There’s a sense of confusion that births sadness and
It was 2015, my family and I were in Carrollton picking up my cousin who was caught drinking while driving. With my cousin’s bail money in hand, my father went up to the officer in charge and began talking to him. It was very late, and we were the only ones in the waiting room. As we sat in the gray, creaky chairs with nothing but the buzzing of the lights above us, I couldn’t help but let my mind wander as I was trying to figure out one thing my father had told my mother on the drive there:
From the conversation that followed, I realised that her loyalty to you is fierce and that a large part of the anger directed at me stemmed from her concern that I had put you in a position that was unjust.
On October the ninetieth of 2003 I was kidnapped. I was 17-year-olds and my mother didn't know of my kidnapping until my boyfriend at the time Gray called, asking if I was sick, or if something was precluding me from coming to school. An average teen usually wouldn’t be so caught up in attending school, but I was a planner, and I valued my education, so Gray contacted my mother asking. Shelley Ann Fisher, the world's greatest, most adoring, and most supporting mother; however, she was an extreme workaholic. She is a music journalist, so she travels quite a bit, but she is never gone too long. Surprisingly enough we have a strong relationship regardless of how much she works. Anyways I returned home on December 1st of 2007. How? Well you will
I was eight years old and on the run from the cops. I saw a cop car and my chubby cheeks suddenly paled. I turned and ran, my hair snapping in the wind. I did not realize that my situation could get worse. How did it come to this one may ask? Well, let me start at the beginning.
A few weeks later she told me she stopped talking to Jadon. I was sad for her, but I was happy because that meant that I could have a chance with him. Even