The Day I Go To Jail

The weather cleared up and me, along with my entire class and teachers, got to enjoy a beautiful ceremony. Lining up we started to proceed out to the football stadium from the gymnasium, my mind would not stop thinking. I just could not stop remembering what it took for me to get to this day. The stress that I endured studying for the SAT, filling out my applications and most importantly, perfecting my essay. The idea that I was not going to be living in this beautiful town I have spent my life in, brought a flood of emotions. Thoughts of my friends not being by my side next year made me feel as if I was sinking into a deep hole; this place, this town has had so much to offer to me. The past two years that I had spent in this place were the most emotional and exciting times of my life. I knew even though I was not going to be waking up in my familiar place anymore, I would be waking up in what was to become my new familiar place. I knew that even though my friends would not physically be there with me every day, that they would be there when I called them. If it were not for all of the people I have met along the way, I do not think I would have ended up where I am today. It just is a common thought for whenever I get sad about everything ending, I remind myself that there is a new beginning coming and it is going to be amazing. The place that I have spent my whole life

I was a prisoner in his house because I wasn’t allowed to leave the house. The chains on my hand represents me being a prisoner in the house. After dark every night I would be all by myself scared. I was 15 years old at the time and Jamaica wasn’t a place that a 15 years old shouldn 't be all by their self at night. The place was always quiet and the yard was dark. I would turn on the TV 's, the light, and the radio. I was always afraid. I wasn’t allowed to watch television, so there was not much to do.. The only thing I could do was study nor sleep. In the cave I was trapped and could not leave.

You feel an intense, out-of-the-skin awareness of your living self—your truest self, the human being you want to be and then become by the force of wanting it. In the midst of evil you want to be a good man. You want decency. You want justice and courtesy and human concord, things you never knew you wanted. There is a kind of largeness to it, a kind of godliness. Though it’s odd, you’re never more alive than when you’re almost dead. You recognize what’s valuable. Freshly, as if for the first time, you love what’s best in yourself and in the world, all that might be lost. At the hour of dusk you sit at your foxhole and look out on a wide river turning pinkish red, and at the mountains beyond, and although in the morning you must cross the river and go into the mountains and do terrible things and maybe die, even so, you find yourself studying the fine colors on the river, you feel wonder and awe at the setting of the sun, and you are filled with a hard, aching love for how the world could be and always should be, but now is

When a city does not have the resources to deal with a large volume of crime, the justice system can seem like a revolving door for the criminals. If the smaller criminals have to be overlooked because the system is swamped with major crimes, then the threat of jail time for shoplifting looses its power. Time after time we see both Fred do little jail time for his crimes. The first time me meet Fred, he’s accidentally been released from jail after only doing 60 days of a one year sentence. He’s been out of jail for one day and he’s already back to shoplifting. Four months later Fred is arrested for Grand Larceny and Vehicular Homicide. He uses an alias along with a phony I.D. to hide his extensive criminal record and ends up out of jail in just three weeks after plea-bargaining down to minor charges as a “first offender”. Fred was responsible for the death of someone and because of an overwhelmed justice system he is set free. After you get away with something like this how much of a deterrent is the law when it comes to shoplifting? Not much to Fred because just three months later he’s arrested for stealing silverware and end up in jail for six months. Of course each time we see the thieves’ stealing they are always with a friend, an accomplice, someone who thinks and acts the same way they do.

As I walk out of the building with my friends, a hand stops me. I turn around to see the judge, smiling at me.”You would make a truly outstanding lawyer.” before I have a chance to thank him, he retreats back into the courthouse. I continue on with my friends, making our way to the bus, when a sudden thought comes to mind. When I first walked in, I looked at this place and immediately thought about what happened this summer. Those are old memories, the bad ones, but I have to let in the new memories, the happy ones. Happy memories are always better than sad ones, and I now have happy, and sad, memories of this place, and I’ve learned that it’s ok to have both kinds of memories. Sometimes you need both memories. I can still remember what happened last summer, but I also have to remember what happened today, because today I learned so many things, and any day when you learn something, is a day to

I hold the paper in my hands. It’s crumpling under my grip, but in it I get to live in the footsteps of others. My old dress is wrinkled and torn much like the paper, but I can’t spare the money on a new one. As much as I try to focus on the crinkled piece of paper with scrawly handwriting, I can’t. I just can’t. Tears run down my face and I wipe them away. It has been awhile since I have cried, so long in fact that I was afraid that there was something wrong with me. I push myself up from the old oak I sit at the base of. There’s no use in dwelling in what I can’t change. I fold the paper back in my dress pocket and walk into the field. I used to think there was beauty in the way that the grass grows in the street; standing low next to the

There’s not many people on this bus, really just me and the driver and he doesn’t seem to like me too much. I’m sure he thinks I’m a terrible person for what I got locked up for. But, I did it myself and I must now be too bad of a man, I got out on good behavior with parole. I just hope I can find a way to meet up with this parole officer when I’m supposed to. I’m sure my folks will be glad I’m home, but I don’t think they’re gonna be too happy when I tell them I only got out three years early because I got parole. I doubt any of them are gonna take me to where I need to go so I guess I’ll have to walk. I definitely can’t afford bus fare every time I need to go see my parole officer. Anyways, I’m sitting here looking out this window and I see nothing. I’m getting closer to my house, but nobody around here seems to be home or even living over

It was a normal day, beautiful even. The sky was clear, it was warm, you wouldn't ever think that today would take multiple lives. There were no clouds in the sky. Little did I know how much my life, and the inhabitants of my hometown, was going to change.

There were bad days and worse days, I don’t think any could constitute as “good”, but some were definitely better than others. Some nights I was only left with a small scratch, or a drunken slew of words meant to berate me. Others, I was beaten to within the last inch of my life. I became all too used to the feeling of the ground, cold, yet so familiar. The wood tensed with every movement, as if it was flinching, mirroring my own actions. I would lay there, salty tears merging with open cuts, and I wished he would follow through on his promises to kill me. That would be the first time he followed through on anything. But, it wasn’t his actions that hurt me so much as it was his lack of remorse. There were no apologies or meaningless condolences, nothing that shouted “I have an inkling of a conscience” . He was hurting me more often than not, and I was left to pick up my own broken

Ashley’s face was mouth opened and wide eyed. It was hard for her to take in everything that was just said. She just had her first experience of bullying and this is how it was going to be taken care of? At this point she just wanted go home and tell her parents what all happened. She just dressed went through the rest of the day and finally has to start walking to day care. Ashley could not wait until her mom came home to tell her how her day

She looked at the child, safely in her arms, breathing steadily. She looked at the man, then turned her head at the semi. The semi woman had no chance. She cared for the child, even when it ended her own life. She cradled the child in her arms, quietly praying that he didn’t what had become of his mother. She didn’t know that the child was hanging onto her arm, sobbing into her sleeve. The warm, wet tears on her shirt had brought something out of her. She broke down in the middle of the road. She cried into the bright blue coat of the little boy. He was tightly holding his Teddy bear when she had grabbed him, but when she looked down, he was no longer in possession of such an innocent creature. He dropped it when she had set him on the ground. She stood up, looked at the burning car and semi, and realized that she had saved a person, but she was mostly proud at the fact that she had saved a child, no older than eight years. The police took her, the man, and the child into custody. She walked to the ambulance with the help of an officer. The girl had been silent from the moment that she had put her earbuds in. She hadn’t spoken a single word. Not a single

‘Beep’
I answered the intercom.
“Mr. and Mrs. Taylor are here regarding their missing son” answered Sally, my assistant.
I signaled her to send them in. They entered with a melancholy look on their faces. Hand in hand they had a puppy like look that I couldn’t say no to. So with comfort and reassurance I urged them to share their horrific story. The story was that Matt; the Taylor’s son was reported
missing a few days ago. He was let go from school but never turned up at home. I assured them that I will do all that I can do and sent them home.

The case wasn’t that unique as there have been many disappearances and kidnappings in this town. Most of the kids are just trying to get out of this unexciting and dreary town or just wanted to get away

[0:00] I just got inside from a walk through the dark streets of Philly. I'm sitting here, listening to music; the sort of music that bends your mind and intertwines your good and bad thoughts. Reality becomes a blur, nothing really makes sense. The past, present, and future coexist. I'm reminisicing on all the good times I had with my friends. Most noteably all the times when we would hang out on our hidden, almost private peninsula that overlooked the entire horizon. I wish I could go back to those times, when everything was less complicated. Back to the times when certain people were still in my life, back to the times before I fucked up. Simply put I'll never see some people again. Some of those who are in a better and more caring place

I remember the day just like it was yesterday, the pale color and coldness of her skin. The sky was clear blue, soft, with a touch of red, and the trees seemed stiff in their bright green shade. The wind was blowing with its humid dry air. And All I could do was stand silently in disbelief, caught up in my own thoughts and calm as I ever been. Wondering what I could have done differently to change the course of time, life had taken us upon. Since that very day a chunk of my heart was ripped away, and broken into pieces… “Oh how I miss her so much.”

#1 Today is the day where I leave my father, where I leave the curse that has been destined to me. I knew that my 15th birthday would be the perfect day to run away, to change my fate. I only packed the essentials. I didn’t want to look too suspicious. Before I left, I grabbed the phone off my father’s desk. I know that the phone will probably be shut off in a few days. I still take it anyway. I looked at my watch. It was past midnight. My 15th birthday had arrived without fault. The boy called crow told me happy birthday, I thought back to when he told me that I have to be the toughest 15 year old in the world. I fell asleep telling this to myself over and over again. When I finally woke up we were somewhere unrecognizable. I sat in the rest stop and drank a free cup of hot tea. A funny looking girl came and sat next to me. She was talkative, I still don’t know if I liked that or not. She asked many questions and told me she has a younger brother that she hasn’t seen in a long time. I wonder if that could be me. She doesn’t resemble the girl in the photo much but then again we were young back then. I tuned back in when she asked to sit by me on the bus for the rest of the ride. When we got back on the bus we get a few dirty looks, after all we were testing our time limit.The girl fell asleep on my shoulder, I looked at her for a long time. Could she be my sister?