The First 48: Personal Narrative

I searched mass murders, serial killers, and violent criminals who have been exposed to domestic violence in his or hers’ lifetime. However, I decided to choose a person who was simply a jealous ex boyfriend that decided to take the lives of eight innocent people. Many cases have made headlines within the year about mass shootings, but this particular case did not make headlines. It happened in Houston, Texas on August 8th, 2015. David Conley was once with Valerie Jackson after their relationship ended in the result of Conley smashing Jackson’s head into a refrigerator. Jackson then returned to her ex husband and restored their relationship for the sake of their six children together. Conley did not like the idea that Jackson returned to her ex husband, so Conley took matters in his own hands and broke into the Jackson’s residence opened fire on Jackson, her husband, and then their six children. (Jeltsen, 2015)

*disclaimer: bare with me... the next 5 chapters are crap because i wrote them over a year ago...chapter 19 will be the start of some great shit*

Coach Shapiro raises his monogrammed aluminum whistle and it is the most unholy sight I have ever laid my eyes on. I allow myself to exhale. I attempt taking in the air of the room when I inhale. Instead, I am greeted with the sweet ripe smell of ‘determination’. Determination is Coach’s word for sweat, as in Ya ain’t had enough ‘til ya got determination all over your body or Practice ain’t over ‘til ya are able to fill a glass with your determination. My pores are boundless and eager. My anxiety starts to show itself through the determination that leaks off of me like a faucet.

Many qualities of a criminal case have been put to effect such as the relationship that is between the offender and victim, location of the body, and even the weapons used. In this show a lot of times the murder was a family member, co-worker, or friend of the victim. That’s why in the show they will look at the family or close friends (people they are with a lot) and question their innocents. Reports have consistently shown that there is a higher probability that the victim knew the offender especially in many rape and homicide cases.

The span of this narrative takes place Thirty years prior to current time, in Two Thousand and Seventeen. At the time I was a young and well educated Osteopathic surgeon, however I had quite little experience with the field as the majority of patients came for infections in the foot rather than bone and muscle pain. I remember I had a child patient on the first week of 2017, a young man no older than 5 with a horrid infection within his big toe due to the digging of the nail. But nitrogen wasn’t able to fix it, so he had to have a quarter of his foot removed in an unnecessarily long procedure. This wasn't the first time this had happened, however I had grown tired of infection. Only people who deserved a bad condition should have it.

As we continued along the trail, we were stopped by a very steep hill. Hunter announced that we should dump some stuff from our wagon in order to get on top of the hill. I dump my a tired that I bought recently and a barrel with nothing in it. The trip up the hill was a pain. It took so long to get up the hill I almost fell asleep. My leg was sore and I thinking about giving up. Finally we made it to the top of the hill and we realized that we had to go down the hill. We decided to use our own ropes and slowly descend our wagon one by one. When we descend Curtis’s wagon, Curtis almost fell. He was able to caught himself before he fell down the hill. Well all went down the hill and as we were going down the hill, we saw a divine blue spring

Delano then pulled a gun from his ankle holster and places it on the table top. --

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

A summer of 1974.My friend Randy and I were playing hide and seek in the woods,then I heard a strange noise it sounded like a saw chopping something.Later that night we left to the cabin so I told Randy about the noise I heard he told me ‘’Let’s go explore the noise you heard.’’Ok’’I said.When we were walking we saw a light in the distance.

Week one has passed by quickly! I think this week was very successful and I can say that I have learned many new things. This week has been an experience for me learning things about the business world. I am not a business major so I was not expecting to take these classes. I was assigned them, but have found them very beneficial. As I read through the first couple of chapters I read things I had heard before. This was a good thing that I could put the information with the terms I had heard previously.

Five months later David get a call from the hospital to tell him his results an he came back positive he drop the phone an cried he was in rage he put a hole in the wall at his house broke his television. He pray to god an ask him questions why me I haven't done nothing wrong but be good to her an make her life easy in this world. Then the test result for his child it was positive that it was his baby he was happy about that couldn't wait to see his health child of his Kelly calls him an ask forgiveness he tells her right now I can't talk to you disgust me at this time. But he told her the results for their child was his he ask why you put me through all of this only thing I wanted to do is to love you be

Even through the 1950s, Kansas City and Chicago were very well connected major Midwestern cities. As an upper middle class college-aged man from Kansas looking to make it in the late 50s and achieve his own American Dream, Chicago was a natural place for me to move for college. In 1957, I was a college junior at Loyola University Chicago, a Jesuit university on the north side of Chicago. Surrounded every day by minorities and immigrant groups in Rogers Park, as well as living in a larger dense urban environment, it should come as no surprise that Loyola students were more social-justice oriented than many students in other parts of the United States (Loyola Chicago).

My stomach churned like a whirlpool as I stepped onto the field. Today we were going to play our first game in the flag football tournament that Mr. Bentley, the elementary school PE teacher organized. LSU, our team, versus UCLA, our opponents. Mr. Bentley even had us choose college football team names to make it more fun. I quickly strapped the flags along my waist, following my teammates example.

Do you know how much time you have left? Jane got home from work just like she does everyday and goes to sleep. She has trouble sleeping that night, unlike usual. When she wakes she gets ready, until she noticed a clock on her wrist that was ticking down, it had the time of seven days and five hours. When she saw the time on the clock she was freaking out. She saw this note under the bedside table that was peaking out from underneath. She opened it and it said, “Your time is done, when the clock runs out.” After that she thought that she was going keep everything the same and that hopefully the clock on her wrist would go away.

Prepare yourself for the most uncommon phrase from a high school student. My family members are my best friends. It’s true, I’ll admit it here and only here, I love my home more than I love anything. Your family shapes your life. Sometimes for the best, sometimes for the worst, but without those influences you would only be a voice in the wind. My father, stepmom, and their strangely adorable baby have shown me logic and love and joy and I believe they have the strongest pull over who I am.