The Girl Who Killed-Personal Narrative

Fifteen year old Conrad Clark just came home from basketball practice where he was absolutely exhausted. He is the best player on his undefeated school basketball team. He lives with just his mom and only sibling Thomas after his father had recently been murdered by an unknown killer. As he approached the front door of his massive three story mansion located basically in the middle of nowhere surrounded by a lake and lots of wildlife, a gut punching feeling went through his body. He was remembering what had happened before he left for practice. He got in a huge fight with his mom about his grades in school, and was regretting some of the things he said. He goes through the front door and goes up to his bedroom on the third story. He lays down on his bed and he sees a note telling him that his mom and Thomas, are at a party and will be gone all night. He puts the note down and closes his eyes. About forty five minutes later he wakes up to his alarm going off. He turns off the alarm clock reading 10:30 p.m and is wondering why his alarm went off for no reason. He lets it go past him and goes down to the first floor and turns the television on. He turns on his favorite show, Criminal Minds, when Bang! At that moment Conrad knew that something bad

AHHHHHH!!!!! His died, oh wait.....Hey I'm Miss. White, Boddy's housecleaner, And I'm going to tell you who murder Boddy on the night of Friday the 13th .Well first of all, I am from a small town in Canada. Also, I'm married to a retired body builder. I'm 37 years old and I have two kids one 18 and one 11.I have known Boddy for about 10-11 years. Also I work for Boddy almost every day.

In February of 2008, I was sitting in a General Court Martial proceeding to defend myself against third-degree murder charges, which arose from a raid my platoon conducted in the rural areas outside of Kirkuk, Iraq. On the night of June 23, 2007, my Platoon Sergeant (PSG) shot and killed a detainee that we had captured early that evening. Realizing what he had just done, my PSG gave me an order that would eventually have me implicated in his crime. I was acquitted of the murder charges, but found guilty of assault through my own testimony. The fact of the matter is, I had a psychotic Platoon Sergeant; Trey Corrales was the walking definition of “Toxic Leadership.” Under the control of Trey Corrales, serving in this platoon was one of the

I read the paper as Melinda hands it back to me it says “I didn’t call the cops to break up the party, I called them because some guy raped me. Under the trees.I didn’t know what to do. I was stupid and drunk and didn’t know what was happening and he raped me. When the police came, everyone was screaming, and I was too scared, so I cut through some backyards and walked home.” I hate myself right now I ditched our friendship because she broke up the party and almost got me arrested. I didn’t even listen to what her side was. I swore that I’d never be her friend again when I should’ve. No wonder why she’s changed so much.

What if you were sent to jail for a robbery that excelled to a murder that you didn’t commit. Well this event happened to a young black boy, named Steve, that was influenced by his environment. The crime that Steve was a part of was robbery and first degree murder.The reason he took part in these events are unknown, but one thing that is certain is he will be charged and have to be proven innocent or guilty. What do you think? Will Steve be proven innocent or guilty of the crimes he was charged with? In all honesty Steve should be held accountable for the robbery with his associate’s James King and Bobo Evans but not for the charge of first degree murder of Mr. Nesbitt (the drug’s store owner). After reading all the evidence it can be proven

I got away with it, I never thought I would. I planned, and successfully kidnapped and murdered Dorothy Jane Scott. My brilliant plan worked, and I was never caught. I stalked Dorothy everyday. I knew everything about her. I knew where she was every second of the day. I still haven’t been accused of anything, and I don't think I ever will. I am proud of what I have accomplished, even if it means I could be locked up forever.

Officer Gordon comes quickly up to me and says “Chief Lussen we found him” and that officer Miles is taking him into the interrogation room. As I take a second to myself and take a deep breath officer Gordon passes me files for the case. I walk towards the interrogation room but i wanted to look at him before I walked in and started interrogating him. So I looked at him through the observation mirror into the interrogation room and thought to me all my years of working as a homicide investigator this case is the case that has shocks me the most. 37 residents that live in the neighborhood and saw & even heard something or someone yelling on the street didn't even call the police.

“I’m going to kill you.” It’s a threat. A threat he will, most likely carry out, but there’s something in his expression that tells me differently. It’s something that doesn’t make sense with his personality. It’s fear. A fear I know all to well. Fear that he’ll be left here to die and no one will care. The same kind of fear I’ve experienced.

It was a cold night on May 16th. The air was crisp as winter leaves. I can remember the gunfire as if the bullet was just shot. The man that shot the bullet was filled with greed and power and was just a little over 6 feet tall; that was the man that killed my parents on that cold night.

When I would see the attack I would fill with fear and adrenaline. I would act completely different and try to call the police. I can imagine that when I was watching I would get very nervous and energetic I might even have to enter the phone number for the police an couple of times because I entered it wrong. I would try to see what was truly going on before I tried to intervene. I would see if she was really getting attacked. Then I would wait in till after the man left, I would go outside and try to see if I could help. I have training in first aid. I would try to cover up the wound and stop the bleeding. But I would panic as soon as the man came back to finish his work. I might throw myself at him or I could run away, but I know that I would try to do something without really thinking it through. The adrenaline would make me act quicker but not think a much as what I am going to do. It is hard for me to figure out what I would do because I have never felt anything like this before.

Murder, Homicide, Manslaughter, I had gotten away with all of these crimes...Well not me, the other me. Well, you see I have Multiple Personality Disorder, and I have three personalities. First there’s me, just your regular depressed guy, second there’s Rapunzel,kinda feminine, the hopeless romantic who thinks someone’s actually going to get me out of here, and lastly there’s Alan the psycho, aka the one who got me stuck in here. Hi, I’m Alex Gaskarth, the son of the president, stuck in Mount Hope Asylum for the Criminally insane, this weird 10 story building, and haha lucky me for being on the top floor…*note the sarcasm* yea thanks for that Alan.

I wanted to go into the school, i wondered why? There was a gun fired, I ran in unnoticed by all the screaming people that ran away from the man. More were fired, 4 bullets, worst outcome: 4 corpses. I made my way through the crowd and saw him shoot another down. About to fire I grabbed the gun and redirected the shot to the wall. Then I gripped his arm tightly and flipped him over, into the floor. I looked down at him as he struggled and pointed the gun at me. I took the gun away and pointed at him in return, he froze then began to stand. He raised his fist to fight I shot him right in the head without a blink. It took awhile for all of them to register what had just happened. I dropped the gun and stepped on it, to reveal shattered. The police

I don’t know how to continue now that she is dead. What could I have done to stopped her ? Nothing I guess. How does one keep moving after something like this. She called that night me and told me she loved me. I said I loved her and told her to go to bed because it was late. What would have happened if I stayed on the phone? Things might be different. We could be eating popcorn and watching horror movies right now. But now my life is a horror movie. Everywhere I go reminds me of her. I can't function in school. They thought that a week would be enough time. Going back to a place where I have so many memories with her has just made it worse. I met her here. Right here.

I got into a discussion about that way back and it's pretty obvious that it was rape. But once again we have people in this world who have contracted and then passed on the virus that's eating up their brains cells to where they can't comprehend the obvious. First of all in my opinion Damon isn't likeable at all considering his whiny personality -most if not all the characters on TVD have this persona alibet his is to a lesser extent than some of the others. I literally couldn't spend anytime with him without instantly plotting his death just so he'll shut the fuck up. He's worse than Klaus. Yes, Klaus compelled Cami a lot but he didn't compel her to not be afraid of him and then have sex with her. He only compelled her to not be afraid of

“Jim out the door hurry hurry.” My mother hollered. I stumbled out the door, gasping for air. Following my mom we crossed through a corridor and ended up in what looked like a lobby. It was chaos, everyone was screaming, yelling and crying. Than a man in a red bandana covering his nose and mouth appeared from behind the smoke. He told us to follow him and head down the stairs. I found my mom grabbed her hand and we raced down the stairs as fast as we could. Only a couple of staircases down my mom started breathing heavily and