Personal Speech : A Few Seconds Can Change The Future

I heard the faint high pitched beeping of my alarm clock as I opened my sleep covered eyes. I attempted to roll out from under my covers but immediately retreated as I felt the chilly spring air touch my skin. While I was mustering up the motivation to get out of bed, I glanced at my alarm clock. “11:00 AM” it read in boxy, glowing numbers. Had I really slept in that long? I finally rose from my bed, traveling down the stairs to make myself some breakfast. “Hi, girl!” I greeted my dog where she was waiting for me at the bottom of the stairs. I smiled to myself as I turned on some music, opened the fridge to retrieve some eggs, and turned on the stove. It felt like a fine Saturday morning until I remembered that I had a lacrosse game later

Curious, I looked up at the building and suddenly my heart stopped. My muscles contracted and my nerves sent a violent quake through my body. I didn’t notice the dropped cigarette that was burning a hole in my pants. Finally, the pain bit me. I grabbed the cigarette, throwing it out the window while almost swerving off the road. After regaining control, I closed my eyes and reopened them to make sure I wasn’t hallucinating; I wasn‘t. Ten police cars sat in front of the school, all in a perfect line with their drivers standing close-by. I contemplated driving off but it was too late. We had already been spotted.

As I stepped into the mud room to take off my bright pink rainboots, I knew something was not normal. As I glided onto the sleek wood floors to grab a crunchy after-school snack, I hear my mom descend down the carpeted stairs slowly, becoming aware that this will not be a normal “how was your day at school” conversation. I raced to the cabinet to grab my fix of Goldfish and I sat down on the floor to get a little snuggle time with my dog before my world was turned upside-down.

There is no question that after giving about four speeches, I have become a much better overall public speaker. In the beginning of the semester, I would tend to get nervous during some of my speeches and consequently the delivery of my speech would be greatly affected. If I had made a mistake, my level of nervousness would drastically increase and I wouldn’t know how to correct it. Although today I have improved on these aspects. Normally in order to control my nerves I try to think as positively as possible. This is critical because when I start to think even a little bit negatively then I severely hurt my chances of giving a good speech. Instead today, my main priority is to stay very confident and tell myself that I’m going to perform fine.

My phone’s alarm went off early in the morning; I let it play a little more as the alarm was my favorite song. Instead of being cranky by the alarm, I bumped to it. The birds chirped from all angles, the neighbor’s dogs barked at each other, while he was too busy mowing to lawn. But, I was in a terrific mood anyway. The blinds, slightly open, let bright sun rays hit my floor, while the A/C blasted. I slowly got up, and let out a loud yawn. Bones cracked at every single body joint. The pleasing aroma of coffee and the savoring smell of eggs filled up my nostrils. I put both feet down, and head to the pull-up bar where I hang on it for a few seconds, stretching out my spine. I turn my head toward the calendar to make sure today was the day. Indeed it was, reading the month of July with 2008 written in big, bold letters. Butterflies filled up my stomach with goosebumps everywhere.

I soon fell asleep and woke up to the sound of traffic and people yelling as if someone ate the last piece of pie on Thanksgiving. Being half sleep my eyes weren’t fully dilated so I couldn’t see but with one wipe and a closer look at the sign I see the words, “Lew Sterrett Justice Center”. We had arrived at the local jail of the Dallas County. As we walk to the entrance, I was so scared I grabbed papa hand hard as possible. We came to a huge black door with tinted windows so no one could see through. Papa pushed a big red button to the right of the door that mad a loud horn sound. Then the door slowly opened and revealed a room with a door, metal detector and two officers.

You shoot up from your warm bed. You rub the sleep from your eyes and glance at the clock, which strikes 6:10. It seems as though your heart skips a beat. The cozy blankets try to keep you enthralled in their warm grasp as you jump from their reach. The bus to Buffalo leaves in twenty minutes and you should’ve woken up an hour ago. You frantically toss on your oversized sweatshirt and leggings and race to the kitchen, in hope that you have time to sneak a quick bite to eat. As you run in, you see that your mother has made you two slices of toast, crisp and crunchy, spread with a thick layer of creamy, melted butter. While running around the house, munching on the perfectly toasted bread, you quick grab your swimsuit and bag, which

A family of four were living on the second floor of a building in Leeward. During a normal Saturday night, the father and daughter who was just 14 years old went to a party. The mother and baby were left alone in the apartment. As the mother was in the yellow tile kitchen with a spoon in her hand and the small baby in the large white bed, there was a loud hysterical scream in the air. The mom jumped up and rushed towards the square shaped window. As she looked out the window there was a domino effect of people turning on their dull yellow light bulbs. The sound of a wailing siren was heard throughout the neighborhood as an ambulance and police cars came rushing over to the crime scene. She wored her slippers on and carried the child outside in the chilling cold night. She saw everything: red and blue lights being shined through the cars. The two lifeless bodies on the hard black road, a man and a woman. Police officers were scattered all over the street with yellow tape in their hands that read “Do not cross”. The yellow tape was put all around the neighborhood, not letting anyone in or

I reached in my pocket for my pen so I could sketch some flowers. I pulled out a few dollars bills, and I remembered my mother gave me money so I could buy some milk for her. I turned around and went to the grocery. I went into the milk section, grabbed a jug, and headed to the checkout. The man in front of me in the line was staring at me. He looked at me like I was a vicious beast. I began to feel uncomfortable. The teenage brothers behind me were rough housing and when one threw a punch, they knocked me with their elbow. I couldn’t keep my balance. I went diving towards the ground, and I hit the man in the back with my nose. He fell to the ground, holding both his arms like he broke them. I got up and tried to help him up. He was backing up in fear saying, “Monster, you monster.” Everyone began to stare and back away from me, even the brothers. It was completely silent. I could hear my breathing. I heard one of the employees whisper to someone, “Call 911.” Then I bolted out the front door. I ran as fast as my little feet could go. In the corner of my eye I could see people behind me. They were catching up to me. At this point, I knew I couldn’t run any longer. I started to stumble and then, I felt a hand hook my shell. I went flying back. After that, the moment was surreal. I knew my mom was going to kill me, if the police don’t first. I don’t even remember much of it

I got in my car and started driving. When I arrived at Walmart it was pretty crowded. I made my stops to the different aisles picking up what my mother had requested. I had just finished picking up the spare lightbulbs that my mom needed when I heard a gun go off. Sirens started blaring along with red flashing lights. A voice over the loudspeakers came on and said in an automated tone,

It was 7:15 P.M. on a cold December Friday in Aurora, Illinois. Jack Stroman the forty-five year old police officer was picking up coffee from a Dunkin Donuts drive-thru. He received an alert from his car radio about a domestic dispute about five minutes away. He paid for his coffee at the window and headed over to the address. When he arrived, he noticed that he would have to take care of this situation solo. He knocked on the door and yelled, “Aurora Police, Open Up!” He stood at the door for thirty seconds until he knocked again. Still, there was no answer. All of the sudden he heard a powerful scream from a woman. He proceeded to open the door with his gun in hand. “Aurora police!” He shouted again. A loud “Help me!” came from the top floor. Jack ran up the

A shot was fired, and the man in the car yelled for the old lady to run across the street. She would be safe there. Another shot was fired, and before the old woman’s body could react, she was dead. His ears were ringing from the first gunshot which hit the vehicle armor. There was a loud thud after the second pop or gunshot which was the woman’s head hitting the sidewalk. It was the worst noise he had ever heard. The man was used to seeing war horrors and hearing gunshots all the time, but this death really took its toll on him. But he knew the sniper was still alive, out there, watching him. The sniper could see the man, but the man could not see the sniper and nothing would stop him from killing his target. The man was completely caught off guard, when another gun fired, but this time it was from the opposite street, at the top of the

The harsh sound of the alarm shatters my dream and I open my eyes to a white ceiling and pristine white sheets. Another nightmare where I was in a morning treadmill session that never ended, shackled to the slick, black running machine and forced to put one leg in front of the other. “Good Morning Residents of Moloch. This is your daily reminder of your importance to humanity. You are the beacon of hope for this society. By remaining in this condensed space we are allowing the outside world to rejuvenate and become the beautiful place it once was. By continuing sustainable practices and living a healthy lifestyle. I let the words wash over me and will that I can lie in this comfortable warm bed forever. But soon the blankets lift up automatically

On Monday October 29,2017 I woke up in Haverhill, Massachusetts at 7 in the morning, but that morning didn't feel like I was in Haverhill. I woke up in a daze,my mother on the other side of the door, “ Babez wake up it’s 7 now”. The daze could have been from the fact that I got an extra hour of sleep and I was too comfortable to get up, however it wasn't the first time I had slept in. While getting ready time seemed to be standing still, Completing my hair and makeup perfectly(...well to me) in under twenty minutes and I looked presentable,but I wasn't mentally there. Something was still off and I couldn't figure it out. Dismissing it I go downstairs to wait for my mom, we all know twenty minutes isn't enough for the majesty herself. I decided it would be a good idea to warm up the car and scarf down some waffles at the

Just then i heard a cop car, my heart stopped and I prayed they are here for us, like maybe just maybe the neighbors heard my yelling and called for help. Just the a there was knock on the door. “IT'S LIKE POLICE OPEN UP.” They men instantly ran through my house and out the windows in my room. Taylor and I ran down to tell the police what happened they saw the guys and chase after them. I hugged taylor crying, I still don't understand why the men did was they did or what money they were talking about. We called my parents and they came as quickly as they could i was still shaking I hugged them until i eventually fell