Narrative Essay On John Trears

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Aniya Ziga

Unimaginable fear replaced the blood that ran through her veins. The woman pushed her body limit by sprinting faster than she ever possibly thought she could. Uncontrollably loud wheezing came from her chest, as her sweat ran down her cold skin alongside her tears that squeezed into the corners of her lips and into her mouth, tasting salt on her dry tongue. She ran behind an auto store to catch her breath and stood in utter silence. She suddenly heared gravel being crushed and kicked from afar. She covered her mouth with her hands to remain hidden, however her heartbeat pounded louder than fireworks on the fourth of July. After a while the footsteps were gone and the woman finally took a breath. Before she finished exhaling,
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"You pulled the trigger didn't you Mr. Trears?!" yelled Sean.
"Where were you during the murder?!"

The audience gasped, and gossiped about Sean being disrespectful.

"Lock this boy up now judge now!" said John Trears.
The judge sentenced Sean to the death sentence and dragged Sean away as he kicked and cried desperatly for his family.

"It had to be done. Right? How can I live with knowing my daughter been goin' round with a black boy? They both got what they deserve. I don't regret pullin' that trigger. I don't. I've done the right thing havn't I?" said John Trears to his friend Andrew Parker who lightly nodded with a shrug.

Johns see's Seans family outside of the courtroom crying and screaming. Sean's father held his daughter in his hands and cried and John began to tear up, thinking of his own daughter whom he has killed. He quickly runs across the street towards his car so he doesn't have to confront the family, when a heart dropping screetch fills the air. He was hit by a grey and silver truck and fell to the floor, his anger and guilt stopped, and so did his heart, but his tears continued to

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