Personal Narrative Paper

Two cigarette butts, a glove, a plastic bag, a condom and a lighter were found. Police lifted footprints, and possible blood samples from the bathroom, hallway and floor at the front door. The comforter washed at four in the morning was also taken.

The people that saw him that morning in the library said he never had a large package they saw him with a small like lunch bag nothing that could fit the gun that was found on the floor. and others say he was in the lunch cafeteria at the time of the

It was a beautiful day in early winter 2012, my Family had had a big dinner at my uncle's house, the plan was to go a Blazers game after we had all gotten done eating. I had moved to Tigard oregon with my Mom in summer of 2012 from Connecticut, about six months before all of this had happened. We had no idea where anything was, the only thing we had someone what of idea was my uncle's house and the grocery store, but beyond that we were basically lost all the time. At this time we didn't have a car yet, so relied mostly on my uncle taking us places.

The torch was found wrapped up in newspaper and plastic garbage bags, blocking front entrance. After police made sure contents were not explosive or dangerous, the torch was found inside, slightly battered but reparable.

Have you ever had something you were “super passionate” about be stripped away from you? Roughly one and a half years ago I started my sophomore year of lacrosse. The lineup of students on the lacrosse team this year promised us a spot in the championship. Throughout fall practices, the majority of the sophomore class played amongst the varsity team. As the season ramped up in the spring, we waited for our first game against Saint John Paul’s Christian Academy. First game of the year, we enveloped ourselves into the game and became one as a team. Running downfield with a clear, open shot on the goal “whoosh” I shot the ball bottom right, a bare miss. Suddenly “crash” I was hit from both sides and struggled to stay standing. As I came to my

On 8/25/17, I attended Mr. Barrera’s follow-up appointment with Dr. Dietzel to evaluate the status of his left shoulder postoperative. X-rays were taken prior to him being seen.

11-year-old me sitting in the passenger seat of my dad’s black Infinity with my running shoes tied over my knee – high soccer socks; my feet resting on my black back pack covered with gold pins from different tournaments, zipped up to contain my smelly cleats and shin guards. Waiting to walk to down to practice I saw an older looking girl run by our car. She was wearing a maroon and white jacket that I had never seen before. It was a Nike dri – fit, water proof material, with the Slammers FC logo embroidered on the chest. I looked at my dad and excitedly asked, “Dad look at that jacket! Can I please get one for Christmas?”

My first paper was a descriptive paper where I had to describe a person close to me I chose my mother. The way I described my mother from the way she looked to the way other people look at her, works for my whole paper and you can’t see it all through the paper. My paper does fall short because my font size and grammar made my essay bad. I didn’t fully spell out words and used a lot of slang words instead of proper grammar. When me and my mother were at the beach and we watched the sunset, I made the reader really feel like they were there watching the sunset. “The sunset change into 3 different colors, tangy orange, fiery red and mellow yellow.” If I didn’t write the paper and I had to read the paper I would’ve imagined I was there at the

Shooters brought a bag with them or were described as having “weighted/bulky pockets” which is indicative of multiple firearms or ammunition, in all but one case

pointing arrows pointing outward. Right down the center of the backpack there is a aluminum

Next thing he saw was the inside of a black bag and the end of a gun you don’t want to

I looked the rest of the backpack to see if there was anything with the owner's information on it, but I

On august, 19 2015 at approximately 2104 hours I was dispatched to 112 Hendry st Union Point GA in reference to a Physical altercation. Upon my arrival, I was called over to 117 Hendry st by a Mr. Wendell Webb. Mr. W Webb was sitting on the steps of the residence holding a towel to his head and was covered in blood. MR W Webb had a gash above his left eye and scratches on his shoulders and chest.

You often use them on trips and they have multiple zips, but did you know that they are hazardous to your health, education, and safety? The backpack. Growing in popularity within society, but not within the Hamilton Wentworth Catholic District School Board.

As if that wasn’t already bad enough, his backpack was just as heavy as a bag of rocks, which was odd since all he had in his backpack were 3 light notebooks.