Theft Personal Narrative

This is Platt. I am a thirty-two year old male negro. I hail from Georgia. I am what you would call “Contraband”. I have been endlessly working on a plantation for my whole adult life until this year when I have escaped my master and gone up to the great country of Canada. Living on a plantation working in the blazing sun day in and day out has deeply affected me. According to Gordon, a slave whom I met from Mississippi, has showed me his many scars from whippings that he received from attempting to escape. They were even worse than mine. From this, I have concluded that I am lucky. Another fellow named Wilson Chinn told me that he was branded with spiked iron collars, heavy ankle and wrist chains, spiked paddles and leg stiffening brackets.

Larceny is defined as the wrongful taking and carrying away of the personal goods of another from his or her possession with intent to convert them to the takers own use. To bluntly say it, larceny is stealing from others. No matter what the motives or reasons behind stealing are, it is still wrong. I imagine there is a multitude of motives for someone to convince himself or herself that it is worth the risk to steal something. Some other people might also not have the conscience to feel wrong for stealing. A large part of this is because people do not understand who or what they are harming when they steal. It is very common to become self-indulged and only worry about your problems. Even after being caught someone might only feel

I flew from North Dakota to Arizona on Thursday night to surprise my granddaughters. The flight got delayed and by the time I arrived the girls were asleep not knowing I was coming. I hug my daughter and I told her how much I missed her. My daughter sit me at the dining table and went to get the girls. Poor girls they thought they were in trouble. They came down and they walk close where I was sitting and they didn’t put any attention to person sitting at the table. They keep looking at their mom when finally, they saw me smiling at them. They start jumping and run to hug me. We all have tears of joy. They thought I will spend Christmas with them. My daughter told them I was part of the surprise and they would be spending Christmas in North

I am trying to figure out who killed Mr. Boddy. So far, the suspect's are Mrs.Peacock, Professor Plum, and Miss Scarlett. Entering into Professor Plum's house. I saw him in his house with a dagger on his table beside him. He said "he had it for safety." So I started searching his house and found nothing, so I left.

I chose to take AP Biology in my sophomore year of high school, which I quickly learned was a very demanding course. Even the instructor agreed there was too much material to cover before the AP test. This meant that we flew through each unit, and had very few opportunities to earn extra credit.

After we left the jail I went to work. While I was at work Debra kept texting me, because she wanted to talk about things.

In 2013, the frequency of Larceny-Theft (burglary) equated to 1 incident every 52 seconds (DPS).

As I am sitting in my smelly, old jail cell I am thinking why did I pretend to be someone else. I’ll tell you why I got into jail. This is the story of how I got into all of mess and what I did that made me go to jail. Once I was stealing from a store and I was about to big escape while my partner was outside by the car covering for me. My partner and I always robbed places because this is what we did since we were in high school. We got in the car started to drive, went across the bridge and BOOM. We quickly jumped out of the car and got in the boat under the bridge in enough time to get in the boat before the police got to our car to find us. We drove back to the warehouse in the boat because we have to drop the money that we got and we almost

On 02/05/2016 at 16:24 hours, I was dispatched to 1775 Deptford Center Rd (Christmas Tree Shops and That!) for a report of a Theft that just occurred. Upon my arrival, I spoke with the store manager, Matthew Gibbs.

I will start this off with an introduction. I am Kelly Rose Keschner, an incoming sophomore in Highschool. I would say I get pretty good grades and try so hard in school to prove to myself and my peers that I am a very good student despite what has happened to me.

Friday, October 20, 2017 at 11:39 I was dispatched to a call of a theft in progress at the Safeway store. It was reported that a male suspect had taken an iPad and fled the store into Kah Tai Park, a store employee followed the suspect into the park.

A few years ago I wanted to watch a movie, but I didn’t have netflix and they didn’t have it in the movie theaters so I looked on youtube to see if they had the movie for free and they had one where you could pay money for it, but I didn’t want to pay so I found the movie for free and the movie was not 70 years old so it was still copyrighted. So basically I watched something that wasn’t mine and I didn’t pay for it, but at the time I didn’t know what copyright could really do to you. I didn’t realize that what I was doing effected the people who worked there and everybody who made the movie. So basically I broke the law at the age of eight without knowing.

    We are told from the time that we are young to take responsibility for our actions, but there are some kids out there that blame their responsibilities on others. Even though they don’t want to take responsibility for their actions someone else has to take responsibility. When being able to be part of the stories you learn things that you wouldn’t ever be able to learn without being part of it. I have learned things the hard way just to find out that I shouldn’t have been doing it in the first place. Here are some thing that I learned from this situation.

I knew that if i slipped up i would have to leave my brother and go to jail. But i didn't have another option, we would starve if i did not steal the shopkeepers oranges. I was able to continue the stealing for about a month before i got caught. The day i got caught I had decided to try taking some money out of the cash register as well as the oranges. I waited for the man to leave to run over and take the money. It would have worked if the man had not walked back the second i closed the register. He walked over to me and told me to stand against the wall with my hands behind my back. I begged him not to call the police, but begging did nothing. The shopkeeper then proceeded to call the local

I do not really consider myself a thief. In fact if asked, I would probably proudly say with a sense of self righteousness that I have never stolen anything in my life. Thieves are criminals, and I am definitely not a criminal. Except for actually I kind of have stolen something, so really I am a thief. So that makes me both a criminal and a liar.