“Come back here Lilly!” I called from the porch. I had just watched my little kitten run outside and I had to go get her! I scanned the lawn hoping and praying she would still be out there. It hasn’t even been a minute since she had gotten out, how far could she be? I finally spot her. There was only one thing wrong, instead of running away like I would expect her to do, she was digging in the lawn! She never digs, not even in the house! Completely weirded out, I run down the stairs and go to grab her and bring her in. For some reason, she bites and claws trying to go back to digging the hole. I race her inside, then go back out to examine this strange hole.
I lean over the top of this very small hole. At first, I don’t see anything. Then …show more content…
Okay. I think to myself. 1, 2, 3… GO! I pull the mysterious object out and can’t believe what I saw! It looked like a spinal cord. “Well,” I say to myself. “There goes my day off.”
I remember when I first started learning about forensic anthropology, we read an article called “Dead men talking.” In the article, Dr. Bass said, “The first thing you want to do is examine the crime scene.” So of course, that’s what I did. I decided if I dug a little further, maybe I would find something.
“O.M.G!” I stuttered. I dug about two or three more feet underground, and I can’t believe what I just saw! Not only are there more bones, but there are also a bunch of bags. About 7 of them! I’m too afraid to open them, and I don’t want to mess with the investigation in any way, so I just let the kind police officer do it. I can tell he is a little nervous too, as this is a small town, and this kind of stuff doesn’t happen very often. If not, at all. He opens the first bag. Inside, there is an entire skeleton! He went to open the other 6 bags. There was only one issue. They were all empty! “I wonder why the last 6 are empty?” The police officer …show more content…
“All the bones are still here. That makes my job a whole lot easier!” I explained to myself quickly realizing there was no one with me. I still continue talking to myself, because that makes me feel less lonely than I actually am. “Remember that one article you read? Called “Giving faces to the lost?” I asked myself.
“Of course I do I’m you!” My brain replied.
“Oh right! Just remember, it said you have to match the skeleton to the missing person. You should see if they have a pacemaker or some other appliance with a serial number, and try to track that down! Agreeing with myself, I take a closer look. “How did I not recognize this earlier!” I practically scream, still talking to myself. I write down the serial number. 7-0-2-1-M-4-3-6-9-1-2-1-3-4. I know right away that 7-0-2-1 comes from Sanford Hospital, so I am on my way. When I get there, the nurse tells me that there was not an exact match for this serial number. “We only put in the first 8 digits into the system.” She explained. I looked at the 5 names listed with the matching numbers, write them down, thank the nurse and move
I lean over the top of this very small hole. At first, I don’t see anything. Then …show more content…
Okay. I think to myself. 1, 2, 3… GO! I pull the mysterious object out and can’t believe what I saw! It looked like a spinal cord. “Well,” I say to myself. “There goes my day off.”
I remember when I first started learning about forensic anthropology, we read an article called “Dead men talking.” In the article, Dr. Bass said, “The first thing you want to do is examine the crime scene.” So of course, that’s what I did. I decided if I dug a little further, maybe I would find something.
“O.M.G!” I stuttered. I dug about two or three more feet underground, and I can’t believe what I just saw! Not only are there more bones, but there are also a bunch of bags. About 7 of them! I’m too afraid to open them, and I don’t want to mess with the investigation in any way, so I just let the kind police officer do it. I can tell he is a little nervous too, as this is a small town, and this kind of stuff doesn’t happen very often. If not, at all. He opens the first bag. Inside, there is an entire skeleton! He went to open the other 6 bags. There was only one issue. They were all empty! “I wonder why the last 6 are empty?” The police officer …show more content…
“All the bones are still here. That makes my job a whole lot easier!” I explained to myself quickly realizing there was no one with me. I still continue talking to myself, because that makes me feel less lonely than I actually am. “Remember that one article you read? Called “Giving faces to the lost?” I asked myself.
“Of course I do I’m you!” My brain replied.
“Oh right! Just remember, it said you have to match the skeleton to the missing person. You should see if they have a pacemaker or some other appliance with a serial number, and try to track that down! Agreeing with myself, I take a closer look. “How did I not recognize this earlier!” I practically scream, still talking to myself. I write down the serial number. 7-0-2-1-M-4-3-6-9-1-2-1-3-4. I know right away that 7-0-2-1 comes from Sanford Hospital, so I am on my way. When I get there, the nurse tells me that there was not an exact match for this serial number. “We only put in the first 8 digits into the system.” She explained. I looked at the 5 names listed with the matching numbers, write them down, thank the nurse and move