Well now I know it's Matt, I tell myself, but Matt's such a sweet boy... My trails of thoughts are broken as I hear a moan. I'm really uncomfortable and I don't want to be here, I'm panicking, this is bad, so so so bad- The moaning gets louder and more laboured. The whole time, Matt is saying things ranging from, "Your pussy is so loose, you've always been a slut." to, "Oohhh, how could you deny me this, bitch...". In what seemed like forever later, it stops. "Now was it that hard to say no?" I peer out a bit from my spot. I can see Matt in the reflection of the window. His smile is not normal, it's wide and maniacal. I can see the gun on the floor. I don't know much about guns, but it appears to be a shotgun. He would have had to be a good …show more content…
"I wonder what I'll do with this one last bullet." He seems to be weighing the gun in his hand. "Eh," he shrugs and places it on a nearby table. He calmly walks out of the door. You would have thought that he had just played a game of ball, not raped a girl he had just …show more content…
I dash out of my spot and grab the gun. I can't think about anything else right now that could distract me. I turn to leave the room, but I can't leave Mrs Daniels. My heart is pounding as my brain scrambles to work something out. I can only think of one thing to do. Go out with the gun and confront him. It should work if he doesn't have another gun on him... Hoping that he will be a few more minutes, I fish my pockets for my phone. Shock seems to be taking over. I fumble with my phone and finally manage to call 911. Before the operator could say anything I tell them what I know. "Hello my name is Maya Elvins, I need the police and paramedics to come to 13 Worganda road, New York. The school is called Worganda Public School. A student called Matt Davies has a gun and I don't know what to do I'm hiding right now and my teacher is still alive we are in the maths wing, there are other classes I don't know what happened to them, though-" at this point, I'm starting to hyperventilate. "Miss I need you to calm down. Police are on their way right now. They will be arriving within 5 minutes. Now, what did you say your name was?" I realise what their trying to do. I try to calm down a bit. "Maya. Maya Elvins." I reply in a small
From the brush came the huge crack of a gun being fired. George dropped his gun, and Lennie was frozen in time for a split second, then he fell over in front of George’s feet. He was gone.
Trap shooting is a major part of my life. Ever since I started shooting last summer, I have spent much of my time practicing. It can be both incredibly fun and incredibly frustrating. While it has only been two years, I have improved a ton. Mostly thanks to my two coaches, who devote much of their time and resources to helping my teammates and I. As far as coaches go, I couldn’t ask for better. Over the years they have created many great shooters, including two of the best shooters in the United States, whom we regularly see out at the range. This is even more impressive knowing that it is not a very easy sport to coach.
He thought having the gun would make him a man and solve everything. He thought he would be invincible. He was wrong. Dave had so much fiery inside of him from being treated as a little boy and being laughed at, that he went out into the woods to practice shooting before he took his final leap to manhood. “He felt his pocket; the gun was still there.
I rushed out to the truck as the horn blared. I threw my things into the truck and we went off towards the woods. I had to talk to Kevin about where the deer come from when i am sitting in the stand. He told me everything I needed to know about the place less than 10 minutes in the hot and humid truck. Well let's go back to see what led to this.
Something happened my sophomore year of high school that little did I know would change my perspective, not only of myself, but life in general. I was looking for something new and exciting to enhance my high school existence and decided to give the Criminal Justice Club a try. I was familiar with the advisor of the club, but knew that the club had astigmatism for attracting those students who were just looking for something easy to do. I knew about the criminal justice system, but only what they show on Law and Order. However, I immediately fell in love, not only with the club but the entire prospect of Criminal Justice. I stepped into the club as if it were a place I belonged and easily became a leader. I was able to learn things the TV shows
“What kind of woman are you? How can you leave him like this? Does the sound of guns frighten you that much.” Amy told Helen “I've heard guns. My father and my brother were killed by guns.
Last Thursday, October 1st, 2015, I sat in the Student Center lobby at Spring Hill College watching in horror as the FOX Ten breaking news reporters revealed the horrifying details of the mass shooting at Umpqua Community College in Roseburg, Oregon. As the utter shock of this news ricocheted through the room, I couldn’t help but think that these innocent college students were challenging themselves to make an impact in the real world. They were simply going about their busy day, when in the blink of an eye, their lives were taken from them. Passing midterms, graduating, thinking about the future- these are the things college students should be worried about, not being anxious wondering if their institution will be the next victim of yet another school shooting. Today, law enforcement officers are killed, children are murdered, gang shooting and mass murders happen daily, yet the sad part is, we, as Americans, pretend it doesn’t happen.
The Pen is Mightier than the Sword: Emily Dickinson’s Written War Against the Patriarchy in [“My Life had stood -- a Loaded Gun --”] The poet and naturalist Henry David Thoreau once stated that “Disobedience is the foundation of Liberty”. Emily Dickinson’s poem “My Life had stood-- a Loaded Gun--” stands monument to this sentiment, being a dialogue of Dickinson’s fierce disobedience against the gender roles she was binded in, refusal to accept the status quo of the Cult of Domesticity, and lack of fear to criticize society on their patriarchal wrongdoings. [“My Life had stood-- a Loaded Gun--”] contains Dickinson’s vicious indictment of the gender roles that embroiled the 19th century, which is delivered through the punchy and aggressive inner nature of the poem, the dark undertones and connotative meanings of words, and the use of figurative
The Hidden Message behind the poem “My Life had stood – a Loaded Gun” “My Life had stood – a Loaded Gun” is a poem that for years has been considered to have different meanings. Being one of them the relationship between a man and its gun. But to me, Emily Dickinson left some hints that you must deeply analyze to be able to understand and uncover the true meaning behind the poem, by picking up at her word combinations and punctuation that are left at each stanza making the message clear. The real meaning of this poem is about the strength and power of a woman’s inner spirit.
8:50 am, and was shouted at by Mrs Robinson. It was 23rd June 2000. I
A personal narrative tells the true story of something that happened to you. Personal narratives is a form of writing in which the writer narrates one experience, event from his/her life. Personal narratives also allow the writer, to share his/her life with others, feeling the things you describe. As a writer, your job is to put the readers in the focus of the action, allowing them to live through an incident or experience.
How did this happen?” “I don't know man, we got a call from her neighbor about 3 hours ago and then it got crazy from there.” Jerry responded “ Then why haven't you sent in anybody to subdue the maniac?” “Because none of our officers are equipped to take down a hostage situation like this.” “Well why are you just standing here then?”
He brought the gun to his head, and was ready to pull the trigger… but there was no bullets left, there was no one to blame.
My position on gun control is that I am mostly against the idea of restricting what guns people have considering in the constitution it states that we have the right to bear arms which isn’t saying that we are only allowed to have certain weapons. But I feel whether we allow criminals, people with violent history or people in general that shouldn’t have a gun. With that I support the idea of background checks and that if someone has committed a crime in the past they should be prevented from getting that weapon or it should be more difficult than someone who has no history. I also feel that for a country where we the people have a fundamental privilege to have a weapon to protect ourselves that we need to not abuse it, and that people need
It was 8:10 on a Tuesday morning. I was taken out of school and went to the police station. The officer continued to ask me the same 5 questions, but the ones that I remembered were “What were you wearing?” and “Why didn’t you fight back?”. I looked at them, blank-spaced, wondering why that information mattered.