Story I was sitting in my truck having my lunch break when all of a sudden a huge fire rang out nearly broke my eardrums. I couldn’t comprehend what happened then. I saw a man armed with a 30-30 caliber rifle I was scared out of my skin. He was only 15 feet away from me. Looking at me and a woman who had her baby with his gun was pointed at waist level toward us. All I could think of was hitting the ground and hoping for the love of god don’t kill me. “Don’t kill me please don’t kill me,” was all I could think or comprehend at the moment Then he ran away from me and hijacked a car. Threw out the driver, but I didn’t see what happened to the driver because I had hopped a fence.I was praying for my life that no one saw me. That this was all …show more content…
just a bad dream, but even in my times of doubt I knew this was real. Then I saw the most peculiar thing there was a man wearing a similar scarf. Who looked straight at me, but ran the other way. All I could think of was the other people of the streets praying, hoping that they were all right Then about half an hour later the authorities came and started talking to the people saying that the gunman had been killed. Running straight into parliament hill itself, I told the authorities. “ I saw the man shoot corporal Cirillo I had seen him often guarding that memorial he protected it like it was his own son, but then the once spark full of life, died in an instant it was a tragedy but then he stared straight at me so then I hopped the fence.” “Well then if that is all you saw we appreciate the effort, but if you know of anyone else that had seen the massive idiot known as Michael Zehaf-Bibeau from what our sources say and they are almost never wrong.”said John Witherspoon the authoritative figure I was talking to.
“ Oh sir if this isn’t too bad I also saw a man wearing a similar colored scarf, but was just hanging out like nothing had happened, so if you would look into it it would make me feel much more secure.” I said “well if you insist I shall look into this man it might be a clue of to where this terrorism idea is coming from because if we can find out more about this then we can see if there is a terrorist act going on beneath our noses.” confirmed John witherspoon “Sir thank you so much you really are a big help if there is anything I can do just tell me.” said john “Well if you could promise me this will never ever happen again i would appreciate it” i asked “No, one can promise that but we can hope that it will never happen
again.” said jhon the end
" Okay " I say trying to seem calm as I look at this weird fog like stuff around him. " Listen, now you are not going to die " he says and takes the armor and puts it back on the shelf. " Do you see it " he asks looking at me.
"I'm heading out to make an arrest." He replied, his tone carried a slight hint of Incertitude as to the motive of this inquiry.
“I wouldn’t do a thing like that. Why would I do a thing like that?” she said.
As I was driving down the road I saw red, and blue lights going off behind me, so I turn on my turn single and turned to the side of the street and parked my car. I saw the police officer getting out of his car and started to walks towards me, my hands were getting all sweaty and clammy, my stomach was in complete knots and I couldn’t figure out if I was going to vomit, or just pass out. I heard a knock on my window, and I rolled it down.
Sometimes when I feel sad, Kenzo is the only one who puts smile on my face. I think that dog is a human best friend. By having an animal, we actually are learning how to care about someone. I think that everyone should have a pet, especially families who have children. Moreover, looking at Mr. Brown’s video made my think about my own childhood and the games I used to play and it also made me think about how games have changed through the years. I knew that playing is important for the kids, but I never thought that it can actually improve our survival skills, and the ways we live our lives.
One night,probably about 10:00, i was walking down the street at night. I always smoke a swisher when walking to my friends house. I was just about to turn the corner. I was about halfway to my friends house. I had that feeling, i hadn't had that feeling in a long time. I think that I would have been killed if i would have ignored the feeling. When i turned the corner i heard rustling in the leaves behind me, i was still calm debating whether or not i'm just being paranoid. I kept walking, I took my knife out, about 2 min later i heard something running up behind me. I didn't know what it was, i was startled, i turned around and then i saw it, a pit bull. I didn't know what to do, it jumped at me and I did what i was trained to do in my knife lessons. If i didn't already have my blade out, well i didn't have time to get my blade out.
My friend’s mom worked for the sheriffs department, so she called and I filed a report. Guess what they made me go back home. Yes, they sent me back home, because I was consider a run away. Therefore, for a week I was brutally beat for telling the secret of our family. That week was the week I wish I was dead. I prayed every night for God to take me away. I was grab by my neck and slammed up against the wall and released as I slid down the wall. A nail caught my back and ripped my skin ...
“What is a lady like you doing here?” his partner asked in disbelief. “This is a crime scene.”
My mom prioritized my education. I now find this very admirable, that a woman so young who barely graduated high school and married a mechanic found it to be essential their daughter should be reading, calculating multiplication and square roots, and helping to change oil all before entering kindergarten. Upon entering school, my parents were told I would be held back due to being anti-social. I don’t remember being anti-social; I just remember reading all the time because I was done with my work and I was taught not to disrupt others. I was not held back that year; the school later asked my parents to allow me to skip the second and fourth grades due to my achievement level. They refused and convinced me being
“I suppose that I have never properly thanked you for saving my life. I am sorry for that. I was not sure then that I wished it saved.”
I have been camping one time, and when we all went to go to sleep, we heard gunshots near the tent, My dad stepped out of the tent to see what was going on. I didn't know what was going to happen to my dad. I could see his shadow casting on the tent wall near me as he walked away from it. It wasn’t long before I heard footsteps walking towards the tent, my heart started pounding even faster and faster as the flap to the tent door lifted. My heart stopped beating fast with a hard punch to the inside of my chest. As I saw my dad, step into the tent. He told us that the people who shot the gun were gone and we could go to bed, That was the first night I have ever heard a gunshot so close it rang in my ears for the rest of the night.
Drashti Zalavadia Mr. Mock Honors 9th Literature 8/27/14 “Betrayed” “HOW DARE YOU?” screamed Shai. Her eyes were swollen and the tears streamed down her blotched cheek at a dangerous speed. Around her stood Tina, Jay, and Troy, all shocked into silence. Each of them had gathered in the living room at the sound of a piercing scream.
I picked up the link and held it toward him, the metal oily and strangely skinlike now with the slanting sun entering the window. "Would you care to examine it, Brother? One of our members wore it nineteen years on the chain gang."
I had spent the night at a friend’s house and I couldn’t sleep so I called my mom to come get me and bring me home. On our way home I talked to her about how I wasn’t comfortable sleeping away from home and how it scared me. When we got home I rushed to the door because my grandma and my little sister Alyssa were waiting for me. As I opened the front door I could hear screaming and voices I had never heard before. My heart started racing and I couldn’t think about anything but that I wanted to see what was going on. I shoved the front door open and my mom rushed to be behind me. As we walked into the house I was my grandmother screaming at someone and hiding my little sister behind her. Alyssa looked terrified like she was being attacked. My mom
I rip out my pistol from my pocket and a woman in front of me. Bang! She drops to the floor. A second shot fired but not from my gun. I look down at my stomach and blood is seeping. A blood curtailing screams comes from the crowd and they