It was a normal day and I was on my way home from a really fun night out with my friends. One of my friends was moving to another country, so we ate dinner in her favorite restaurant to say our final goodbyes. We have known each other since we were kids and have always been very close. She is the person I talk to when I feel sad and i'm also close with her family. I don't see her as my friend I see her as my sister. Which was one of the reason I became very sad that she was moving. We sat there for a really long time talking about all our memories together. And how we would go and visit each other and never forget about each other. We sat and talked for a really long time until the workers came up to us and told that the restaurant is closing and we had to leave. So as I went to the train station I realised that I …show more content…
They began to stare at each other and mutter, one of the police men then turned at me and told me that the guy on the train was a serial killer and they have been looking for him for months now. And the old lady he had strangled her to death before I came in to the train and that's Why she did not wake up. The policemen drove me Home and talked to my family about What had happened. My mother was very shocked,sad and angry at the same time because she always tell me not to come home late and she always talks about that they're bad people in this world and that i always had to be careful. My mom sat down with me and started to cry and that's when I broke down, I let all my feelings out and began to cry like never before. It was then that I realized what had happened.The next morning I woke up and it was all over the News, everyone was talking about it. This day have changed my life forever and it have made me a whole different person. From that day I have never put my foot on a train
Everything for a year had been leading up to this point and here I was in the middle of the happiest place on earth in tears because my friends had abandoned me in the middle of Disney on the senior trip.
Krisi came from Albania to live with my family for a couple of years. I have a lot in common with Krisi, we both are very out of the box thinkers and we both are quite curious and creative people, like two friends playing Minecraft and maybe that was why I felt persuaded to tell her anything and everything I knew. I gravitated to her quickly, I felt a deep connection with her and to this day we’re like two sisters who share the same thoughts but from all the way across the world and that's why I had decided to tell her. We were driving up the hill on a foggy day after my figure skating practice and the words just tumbled out of my mouth so effortlessly like someone else was saying them for me, but that wasn't the surprise and when she told me that for years she thought about the same thing, it was truly mesmerizing. I longed to find another person close enough and eligible enough to tell my thoughts to but somehow on this random day the words came out like I had worked so hard yet I only needed so
As I stood next to the goat pen, I noticed my dad in his grey pickup sped into our driveway. His vehicle being followed by several others with flashing lights, although the last vehicle scared me the most. It was an ambulance. I remember being so scared I couldn't move at all, I was speechless. When I
I saw her cry so many times throughout the last two years of high school and every time I did I’d always make sure to go over to her house after softball practice. I always wanted to make sure she was okay and if I couldn’t go over I would call her after and just listen and let her vent. The first time I decided to go over was pretty nerve wracking because we weren’t entirely friends yet. We talked and laughed together in class and I would come over to work on homework with her but it wasn’t ever for anything not school related so I was really uncertain on coming over unannounced. I eventually made up my mind and picked up whataburger meals with milkshakes and went over. I didn’t know what I was expecting but it certainly wasn’t what I saw because when I got there she looked completely fine and I was expecting some form of emotional mess. This was a type of Atypical dissonance because I had begun to expect her to be crying all the time but as I got to know her I learned that her parents weren’t really involved in her personal life and they always expected perfection. I finally realized that all those times I saw her crying at school were because she wasn’t able to cry at home. Eventually after realizing this and I knew she was upset I would pick her up and we’d get food from the drive-thru so we could sit in the car, talk, and
The day of my grandparents had told me they have been wanting to go to the Florida Keys and asked if I would like to join. So of course i wanted to go. Oh and when they told me i could bring a friend along i was jumping with happiness inside. They told me we would be going for a couple weeks and they had all expenses covered. So that day I started talking to Jamie and asking her when she would be back, because at that time she was in Florida visiting family. She had told me she would be back . So i asked her is she would like to join me and take a trip to the Keys with me. I could tell she was so excited when i asked her because she texted me back all in caps and said “CALL ME”. So i called her to let her know all of the details. So she ended up getting back .So when she got back from Florida we went to Walmart and bought a lot of
each other in a panic it was are turn to go on the train when I hearded behind me a Boom . They
Let me tell you a little but about myself Miss Butcher. When I was five years old I had been living with my mother and father in Denver Colorado. My mom and dad worked really hard to get me and my brothers what ever we needed. One day when my mom and dad were getting ready for work they told me that I was going to have to stay home alone, I had no idea where my brothers were at the time… probably with my grandparents or something but thats besides the point. They left to work and I started to play on my PlayStation. What felt like hours was only a couple minutes because I heard a knock at the door and I looked out of the window and seen a police car. I was scared so I opened the door and there stood two police officers. They asked me who was
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.
In the article “The Uses of Sidewalks’’ by Jane Jacobs and ‘‘An (Extra)ordinary Night Out” by Yeo and Heng, the authors encapsulate on the significance of the modern urban city as a collective space to generate its user friendly environment and usability experience. For the modern urban city to be livable, both articles contend on the similar principles that a city should be equipped with, that is, the urban space should be densely populated, with each group of people having a role to play in the welfare of the city, and each individual’s sense of accountability in their role as a citizen in their neighbourhood. In the urban landscape, a densely populated area is where a civilized and sustainable society is meant to be situated. It is
On February 21, 2016, I, Deputy John Arnold, went to 11747 West 105th Street South to assist another deputy in reference to a fight in progress.
The sun gleamed vibrantly on August 5, 2008, but I did not sense the warmth as my thoughts were elsewhere. I was only six years old at the time and preparing to begin first grade in less than one month. As I crossed the threshold into the home of my best friend, I had a sensation everything would change. At such a young age, I was having to tell my best friend goodbye. Blake Basgall had leukemia and would not be around when I returned from vacation, according to my mom. That day, I had spent hours coloring a picture in his favorite color, blue, so I could give it to him prior to heading to my grandma’s for the week. Blake was my first real friend. He had a thoughtful and daring heart through all of his surgeries and medication treatments. Blake Lee Basgall would become an inspiration
Less than twelve hours later, the mailman walked up to a house with my aunt dead on the front porch and my uncle inside on the living room floor dead. The screams caught the attention of the neighbors and the police were then called. This is a significant experience in my life that I faced and that had an impact on me during my freshman year and still affects me today. It was a homicide/suicide accident and it deeply impacted my family and me. Not only did it affect my school life, but my home life as well.
When you’re young, you don’t care about how a person looks or acts, they’re just people, friends. Growing up, you’ll find that qualities a friend has to have or can’t have become very important. It took a special kind of friend to show me that the true heart of a person is what really counts.
The idea of meeting someone special for the first time is always portrayed as the most beautifully fated incident whether in books or movies. When I met my best friend for the first time, we didn’t bump into each other with papers from our books flying majestically in the air and we didn’t have a staring contest in the middle of a crowded hallway. We also certainly didn’t think we would end up being friends, let alone inseparably close to each other.
One day in the midst of summer, my friend Mike and I got off from a hard day of work and were on our way to the mall. While at work we had planned to meet a few people there. I was going to be seeing my friend Jessica who I had not talked to in years. Before leaving, we stopped off at our houses, took showers, and got ready. As I anxiously waited on the stairs for his car to roll into the driveway, my mom said, “Be careful and do not drive like an idiot.” I obviously said alright and she was on her way. Minutes later I see my friend Mike pull into the driveway. I slipped my feet into my shoes and got in his car. We were almost to the mall when his phone rang. He picked it up and said, “Hello?” It was my mom and she wanted to speak to me. Upon putting the phone to my ear she told me that I had to come home right away. She said that my dad had just gotten into a car crash and that I had to come home and watch my sister. I did not know how to break the news to Mike, that what we were anticipating all day would not happen. He was upset, but he understood what was going on. I came home thinking it was the same old same old; he had gotten hit by a drunk driver, the car got totaled, and he was fine.