The Diemz-Personal Narrative

On 09/12/2016, I Deputy Daniel Pruitt was dispatched to 52455 West Highway 16 for an unattended death compliant. I arrived on scene st 6:45pm and meet with Creek County EMS unit 40.

Four, maybe five German soldiers surrounded me. They were moving in faster than a pack of starving wolves, and I was their downed prey. There were flying bullets, dark smoke, and explosions everywhere. I was oppressed and knew that this was finally it. All my hard work was about to disappear into a plume of smoke. I commenced raising my rifle, and then in the midst of this chaotic scene there was this ever so subtle giggle over the headset. I look upwards dumbfounded to see a firestorm of bombs hailing all around me, and enveloping my entire section of the battlefield obliterating everything. It was my brother Chase piloting this monstrous desert-sand colored beast of a bomber, which just unleashed utter devastation on the opposing

After the the first shot I took my mind went blank. The adrenaline that flowed throughout my body, the feelings of rush, excitement, and success all in one combination of emotions. These were the feelings I had no idea excited until after that moment. Although I had a slight ache in my shoulder due to the force of the 12 gauge shotgun pushing against my shoulder. I was at a lost of words my only reactions was to run, run as fast as I could to get to the dying turkey. Once there the turkey was not fully dead yet It was still flopping around and blood camp oozing out splattering me. Looking at the suffering bird I places my boot on it head to the ground, then grabbed the turkey's body pulling it so its

Most people stopped smiling. Screams were heard. Dancing stopped. Why were people screaming? All I heard was the beat of the music. People began running towards the front door, into the bathroom, behind the bar. Anywhere they could hide. I stood on my tiptoes to see the commotion, A guy was holding a gun, shooting us. Bodies dropped rapidly. My heart sunk. Where was Travis? Kendra? I couldn’t find my best friends. Still on my tiptoes, I looked around. I saw Kendra. Then a crowd of people engulfed her and I could no longer see her. I hoped that my friends would be okay before I rushed into the bathroom. A small pile of people cowered together upon hearing the bathroom door swing open. They thought I was him. Once seeing I held no weapon, they yanked my t-shirt sleeve and pulled me into the pile of crying, shaking, scared friends. I pulled out my phone, clicking it on then opening the thread of messages between my mom and I. Quickly, I typed a brief explanation of what was happening and where I was. I sent an ‘I love you both’ before shoving my phone back in my pocket. I gripped a stranger’s hand tightly, tears rushing down my face like a waterfall. A sob choked in my throat, causing my breath to hitch, letting out a hiccup. A stranger hugged me closer. The shouts wouldn’t leave my head. I heard them all over, I heard the shrieks, the calls for help. Why is this happening? was all I could think. I squeezed my eyes shut, throwing my hands over my ears,

I trudge through the hallway in disbelief that it’s only the second week of my junior year. The tumultuous sea of students push passed my slender body; I keep my head down watching the shuffling of feet as I make my mindless progression. Obfuscated, my mind struggles to recall life before this weekend but such an egregious event is not easily forgotten. How was I going to explain myself? Somehow I made it to my English classroom where my affable teacher sat diligently bent over papers. Even though he appears undeniably nonthreatening my hands still shake amid my trek to his desk. Not knowing how to commence telling my story I simply blurt out “I’m sorry if I start crying in class...my dad tried to kill me this weekend.”

Baghdad, Iraq is where I was born and raised; I lived there for about 6 years during the most pivotal years of the war. My dad left when I was about 7 months. He went to Lebanon to live for a few years before settling in the United States. My mom took care of me and my siblings. War was going on in Iraq; people walked with a dying heart. Iraq was split into Shiite, Sunni, and Christianity. Sunni and Shiite do not have any issues with one another, but there are people who do not like the Shiites and caused civil strife between the two divisions of Islam. My family is Shiite and we do not believe in a separation between anyone because we are one, they are

At this point, I felt like I was in a dream or more of a haze. I didn't really understand what was going on. We ran and ran, again with all this running. Finally we stopped right in front of a small cave.

On Saturday, August 01, 2015, approximately 239 hours, I was dispatch to Conyers Police Department, 1147 Scott St. Upon my arrival, I met with the complainant Jeanette Higgins. Higgins advised me that her wrist wallet had been taken from the counter top as she purchased her items at Ross, 2203 Ga Highway 20.

We couldn’t see anyone. Than we heard a banging on the back door. We ran down the steps and locked that one too. We were wondering if we should call the cops. We all grabbed something and opened up the back door. No one was there. We opened up the front door. No one was there.We raced around the house and locked everything. We waited for Johnny’s parents to come home, but decided not to say anything. Later that night we went out again and walked down to a pizza parlor. We saw the guy laying down on a park bench looking as dead as a doorknob. We freaked out, but then Brett saw his chest rise and fall. Johnny said “He must’ve passed out.” Brett, the daring one, poked him. He sat up and gasped. Brett stumbled backwards. It looked as if the guy had risen from the dead. “ The guy screamed, and screamed, and screamed. We were scared out of our wits. We all looked at each other with the “what-the-heck-are-we-going-to-do-now?” look. He got up extremely slowly, slower than a turtle and his face was as pale as a ghost, his breathing was so shallow you could barely tell he was breathing at all. His eyes darted around at all of us as soon as he stopped wobbling. His face had the look of confusion and

It was a sunny bright Friday afternoon and I was at school. I knew today was going to be the day, the day I get my new bike. After school my dad picked me up and drove home, so I can change out of my uniform and grab something to eat. I remembered my stomach feeling strange, I was so excited getting my new bike that I couldn't even eat. We went back in the car to go to Kmart. Even though Kmart was only like five minutes, it felt like I was in the car forever. I remember I was thinking of all the features my new bike was going to have.

My blood pulsed loudly in my ears as I finally got to my feet. I began to run as fast as I can, or what felt to me like fast, I couldn’t even tell at this point.

Although my high school years are up, I am proud to say that my time there was well spent. Since my freshman year I have been an avid member of Trevor G. Browne high school and the community and tried my best to contribute and give back as much as possible. I am currently enrolled at ASU where I plan to further my education in psychology and medicine in order to go back to my community and help my people. During my high school years I commuted back and forth from the Tohono O’odham reservation to Phoenix Arizona. This was an utter culture shock but it made me realise where my small community at home, a small village called North Komelik in Sif Oidak District on the Tohono O’odham reservation, faults and it was my duty to be the change in order

Were I to name one thing unique about me, it would be that I’m one of the only people I know who can say from experience which is more difficult; writing a personal essay or surviving a life-or-death, take-no-prisoners spy shootout, complete with a crowd of bad guys, laser guns, and of course, a hero and a sidekick. I’m the sidekick.

A Godinez memory I would want to have as I mature is knowing that I made it to Tennis league quarter finals because it was only me and my teammate. My team throughout high school was not the best, but we still gave it all we had. I personally was pretty decent, but never thought I would make it to quarterfinals which is why it is a very important memory for me. The day of the tournament it was around 5 different schools and each school had their top players. My teammates were all eliminated in the first round because they did not win any of their games. On the other hand, me and my teammate Humberto Gutierrez won both of our games and actually made it to the next round. Even Though we lost the next round I was pretty amazed because I never

I grow up in a village called Kongolo where everyone knew the next person. This place was like no other place only people who lived there could comprehend. It was mostly green, big beautiful tress of all kind had shaded the village. We had a nearby river filled with all sort of insects you could imagine; the water was not clean but we had no choice but to utilise it. It’s so funny water saves lives and takes lives away… I lived in a hut and shared a torn mattress with my siblings. It got ice cold in there at night and had no blankets to keep us worm. Women that spoke too much and messed around with the wrong people got cursed never to bare a fruit in their womb. We slept with thin material like linen.