Personal Narrative: Home By RC Sheriff

The day that the sheriff's department broke down my door and searched my house was the day I decided I would never want to get into the world of drug using drug dealing. I was sixteen and living with my parents and my sister. At this time my parents had a friend who knew a drug dealer named Gabriel. My parents got acquainted with him one time and soon regretted it. I always thought he was the most annoying person I had ever met. He always wore really dirty clothes with holes and smelled terrible like he had been sweating and hadn't showered for days. He was dark skinned, wore glasses, and was around six feet tall. Gabriel would always come by our house strung out on some kind of drug. He would sell drugs to everyone on our block and would constantly try and sell some to my parents.
I remembered always pretending we weren't home so my mom and dad wouldn't have to talk to him. If we pretended we weren't home he would still wait outside for hours waiting, and pounding on our windows. He kept doing this for a while until one day he …show more content…
We could see the street was littered with sheriff cruisers that blocked the whole road so no one could go through. Meanwhile the cops that broke down our door were inside yelling and interrogating my parents. They asked questions like, “have you seen Gabriel lately?” and “When was the last time you saw him?”. they continued to ask questions about if we knew any of the things he had done and if they had anything to do with it. My parents didn't know much about where he was and didn't know what he did.. They continued asking question about what my parents had been doing for the past week. After a what felt like an hour of questioning, it became silent, they came outside, got in their cars, and left. I took my sister inside, and didn't ask what had happened, I just wanted to lay