Officer Calls-Personal Narrative

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“Put your hands up”the officer calls. I follow his command. Now put your gun down. I follow his command. As the officers surround me, I panic, and take out my other gun, and shoot an officer, right in the head. I feel a sharp pain in my leg. I look down, to see the hole in my leg. I pass out. “I want a lawyer,” I say. I have the best lawyer in the country, because I am a billionaire. I just messed up. My lawyer arrives, and asks me what happened, from the beginning. I explained what happened. “I just, I just, I just took something,” I say as tears stream down my face. “I wasn't thinking. I just thought it would be fun…” I am interrupted. “What would be fun,” my lawyer says as he cross examines …show more content…
My lawyer figures out what happens, and begins to construct his argument, for the trial next week. I am transported to a jail, and kept special watch on. As I enter I am bombarded by the large amount of insults being thrown at me. Most of which, revolve around my incredibly high income. None of the other inmates make a fraction of what I do. I sit in solitude, without my custom made newest iPhone, but it was impossible. I was also incredibly hungry by the time lunch rolled around. As I stood in line to get my food, I looked at the food, in disgust. “I refuse to eat this meatpaste,” I say, as it is my turn to get my food. I do not eat my lunch. As dinner rolls around, my hunger influences me, and I loose control, much like that dreaded night, where my whole world changed. This time I demonstrate some self control, and don't say anything. I destroy my since of pride, I once had by giving in to the hunger, and eat the disgusting jail food. Today is my trial, I know my lawyer will get me out of this like so much in the past. As the trial goes on, I lose focus, like I was back in school. I all hear is nonsense. All I can hear is “Death