Personal Narrative Essay: The End Of A Day From Laurel Highlands High School

It was a warm Friday in September of 2013; the end of the week had finally come. However, this was not going to be just any ordinary Friday because I was going to my friend Davey’s house for a bonfire. I could have never dreamed that this day would end the way it did. But, after a several hour standoff occurring in the white colonial style house just one street down from mine, my exciting day planned ahead of me had ended. My house was just a half mile down the road from Laurel Highlands High School, where I attended school. The neighborhood had always been the perfect place to grow up. It was filled with older couples, so there was never much excitement. All the neighbors were friendly and easy to get along with. It was always quiet with never any trouble occurring in the area. It seemed like a relatively safe place to live. School was flying by. The day was almost over, and I had three more periods before I would ride the bus home and get ready for the fun night ahead. Since it was a warm, sunny day, our gym class had gone outside either to walk on the track or to play flag football. About half way through the period coach Buehner came sprinting down Mustang Drive and yelled, “Mr. Dunham, the kids need to come back up to the school.” I was talking to my friend Chad while

that day. After firing shots at police, he then crashed his truck into a house on North Gallatin Avenue. The police were able to get the female suspect into custody, but the male suspect broke into the white house. I just could not understand why the police were waiting so long to enter the house. I felt they were unsure if the suspect had a hostage. Also, he was not making any contact with the police. My sister, Kelly, and I had been playing cards, scrabble, and watching the news when the reporter said the police are finally attempting to subdue the