A Nightmare At Home At the start of a beautiful fall, every parent worst nightmare came into existence. One evening that nightmare got closer to home and knocked at our doors. “It’s such a sad thing, I mean we know these people, we know these kids, and it’s just so unbelievable.” Karen said. “I agree.” Nicole starts. “I think it hits closer to home because it happened here in our community an these are people with whom we share our lives, this is unimaginable. I don’t know what I will do if it happened to me. What do you think cam?” “I agree with you both, because we know these families and they live in our community, it does affect us more personally than others.” I replied. “All I can think about is how Cheryl and Emily are …show more content…
“Cheryl is making a statement.” “I say this to the kidnappers" cheryl says, "please don’t hurt my baby, I can personally assure you that whatever you want, you can have. Just bring my baby home. My family and I are prepared to offer anything for the safe return of Caleb. Now, I plead out as a mother to anyone and everyone in the city hearing this message, if anyone knows or has seen anything, please contact the number on your screen. My heart goes out to the Dunbar 's, and to Emily Dunbar especially, as of this moment, we are as one mother searching for her child. Thanks for the prayers that we have received, and a special thanks to the Green Creek Police Department and F.B.I. for all the hard work that they have put in looking for Caleb. Thank you all.” “She is so strong,” says Nicole. “I don’t think I could be that sane if something like that should happen to little Kevin.” “Come on girls,” I say. “Let’s finish cleaning this up, I want to get home so I can tuck Cayden in and have a glass of wine with Christian before bed, but I’ll tell you though, it should be
“Why don’t you use your locker? You’re going to have back problems before you even graduate”. These are words that are repeated to me daily, almost like clockwork. I carry my twenty-pound backpack, full of papers upon papers from my AP classes. The middle pouch of my backpack houses my book in which I get lost to distract me from my unrelenting stress. The top pouch holds several erasers, foreshadowing the mistakes I will make - and extra lead, to combat and mend these mistakes. Thick, wordy textbooks full of knowledge that has yet to become engraved in my brain, dig the straps of my backpack into my shoulders. This feeling, ironically enough, gives me relief - my potential and future success reside in my folders and on the pages of my notebooks.
The reporter said “Dave swear he is getting off of drugs” and he’s helping her get off; however, the reporter doesn’t really believe it. The reporter said the child has learned bad words from Eden because she curses around him. Eden last had an open case in 2013, and they found out she had her 10 year old urinating in a cup for her, so she could pass her drug test. There is an open case on Eden in Arkansas, and there may be a warrant out for her arrest. The reporter said someone may want to call Arkansas and notify them on mom’s whereabouts; the reporter said she has tried to call but didn’t get through. The reporter said mom is supposed to be going back to Arkansas tomorrow (11/14/2015), and she doesn’t want her to come and take the child. The reporter said the child is being affected by mom’s actions, and she doesn’t know what Eden is doing around him. The reporter said Dave lives in Pike County (take the Fernwood Ext, coming to McComb, take a left and go over the over path, go straight across the light, and it’s the 2nd house to the left), and there is a dark blue truck with a whit car parked in front of the truck; also, there are dogs chained up in front of the house (unknown safety
the ability to control one's feelings and overcome one's weaknesses; the ability to pursue what one thinks is right despite temptations to abandon it.
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.
During my freshman year of college, I had met one of my best friends, who go by name Jill. (She lives in New Jersey and while I live in Pennsylvania) I found it to be strange that sometimes, it feels like we have grown up with one another but in reality we have only one another for four years and I couldn’t be more thankful. I can remember when we met at school as if it was yesterday.
Once upon a time their 4 girls names Lina, Quinn, Rachel, Molly is living in California. All girls were having fun at Quinn's sleepovers. Rachel, were telling scary stories and all the girls was scare. Quinn though it was a good Idea to go bake cookies and the girls went to the kitchen and bakes lots of cookies. After they were done Molly threw a pillow to Lina. The girls had a pillow fight and it was fun after that the girls were tired so they all said good night and went to sleep. It was the middle of the night and Molly was thirsty she went to the kitchen and she heard a scream. Molly went to look where was the screaming was coming from. Molly followed the scream and she knew it was Lina. Molly was calling Lina's name out loud and Lina was screaming " Molly helps ah". " Lina, Lina" said Molly. Molly went to wake the girls up and the girls was worried.
A lady walks into the store huddled over, fidgeting with every move while looking over her shoulder as if someone is watching her. A juvey cop yells “ Ma’am” she freezes in her spot, looking for every possible way to escape. But she stays place and turns around with a smile “ Yes officer?”
“Tout de suite Entrez!” She says, looking at the alley entrance, watching the dead soldiers, and then pointing at him to go in.
When I was about four or five years old I had to get my tonsils taken out which are located in the back of your mouth. A few weeks had passed and my mom had realized that my neck was a little swollen. My mom then made an appointment with the doctor and when he looked at my throat he said it was time. I then found out after they finished taking out my tonsils from my mouth they had said I should’ve woke up 10 minutes before , but ( I didn't ). When I finally woke up from what I call a long sleep all I remember was me walking into a room and fainting on the floor in front of a little girl. When they rushed me back to the emergency room they said I started to gush out blood from my mouth.
After countless hours of uncomfortable naps and tasteless meals between flights, we finally arrived at the unfamiliar land of America. Leaving all our dear friends and families behind, I was told that we came here in hope of a better future, my future specifically. I was never really socially active and at the time, English was a whole new concept that I have yet to understand. The inability to communicate with other makes it even harder for me to express myself and it mold my personality to become more antisocial than I ever was. There’s always this uneasy feeling that linger when someone talk to me and I cannot give them a response and it’s even harder to say something because I was afraid of making a mistake and make a fool out of myself.
We adopted Karma one month ago with the intention of her being a Service Animal for my daughter, who has a heart condition. The ‘breeder’ assured me that Karma was up to date on all her shots and in pristine health. I asked about her parents’ health history, especially hips. The breeder assured us that her parents’ hips had been checked and cleared, as well as Karma’s.
It's six o'clock. From down the hall, I hear my mother's footsteps approaching. The door opens.
Twas early November of the year 2015, my sophomore year of high school. It was a cloudy, wind-chilled sunday at about late morning when it happened. I was at my grandparents house, playing manhunt with my brothers out in the backyard. My little brother Cole, the youngest of the four brothers, was the “man-hunter” this round. Cole was the second smartest of the four brothers, only trumped by myself yet he was not by any means athletic. With this information in mind I needed to hide somewhere that was hard to access, not somewhere that he wouldn’t look as he would eventually find me.
I could almost taste the scent of the humid summer air on a bright, early afternoon. The day was hot, and mosquitoes flew here and there, collecting deep, red droplets on which to feed. I could hear the fanfare of cicadas welcoming us. My family and I were all exhausted, having just arrived from a long, unforgettable plane ride. My dad’s hands gripped my own as we approached the gate that separated us from our destination. This was my first visit to my parents’ homeland, Vietnam.We were greeted by my paternal grandmother and shown in to take a small tour around the house where we would be staying. While walking inside, I first noticed a kitchen, then I took a right entryway into a living room. North of the living room was a dining room with a large window covered with silky off-white colored curtains.
It was dark that night, I was nervous that this dreadful day was going to get worse. Sunday, October 23, 1998 I wanted to start writing this to tell about the weird things i’m starting to see in this new neighborhood. Gradually I keep seeing pots and pans on the sink suddenly move to the floor. I would ask my sister but she is out with my mom and dad getting the Halloween costumes. When they got home I didn’t tell them what I saw because i've seen Halloween movies and I have to have dissimulation otherwise the ghost will come out and get me first. October 24, 1998 I think I got a little nervous yesterday with the whole ghost thing. 12:32pm, Went to eat lunch with the family today and I go to get my coat. I heard the words furious and madness,