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As I walked down the hallway to the back, a strong repulsive odor became noticeable. I walked further and the stench grew stronger. I almost couldn’t take it; the smell twisted my stomach almost making me vomit, but I fought the urge and continued on. As I walked on that’s when I heard it, initially muffled and then clearer, it was cries and yelps. It sounded like something was being tortured or murdered in such a way as to extract the last bit of pain from its victim. I pressed on reaching the end of the passage; that’s when I then crossed the threshold into the main room only to have my heart ripped from my chest and thrown to the floor. All I could see was cage after cage of dogs in some of the worst conditions I have ever seen. As I ventured into the room the first thing that jumped out at me were the cages, they were small, and had two to three dogs in each one. The cages were constructed of chain-link fencing on three sides and they were connected to an identical outside enclosure via a hole in a shared block wall. I walked on and noticed that I was starting to sweat. It was awfully hot and uncomfortable in this room; I could only imagine how the animals felt lying on the floor next to the passage that was letting in the blazing inferno of the afternoon sun. As I continued on, I thought to myself, â€Å"They don’t even treat prisoners this badly.† Cringing as I had to pass all the cages I noticed that not only were the cages small, overfilled, and comfortless, they were also filthy. The disgusting odor that had embraced my sense of smell earlier was that of dog urine and excrement. The bear concrete floors of the cages were covered in dried dog urine that in the summer’s heat was releasing a less than desirable aroma. As I approached a cage to see one of the dogs, I noticed fecal matter was spotted all over the floor. If I had to guess I would say that the cages were never cleaned. Caught between sickness... Free Essays on Narrative Essay Free Essays on Narrative Essay â€Å"Stop chasing me!† shrieked the little boy with freckles and fire-red hair. Sheila couldn’t help but stare as she entered her sleek black Mercedes with all-wood paneling and leather interior. She flipped up her cell phone and immediately dialed the number of her office, reaching Suzy, her secretary. Without even a greeting, Sheila began rattling orders away. â€Å"Call Mr. Isham, cancel my appointment at 3:30, have the McLaden, Hyatt, Jacobs, and Smith Warner files on my desk a.s.a.p.† All in one breath. â€Å"Oh, and don’t forget my double espresso with sesame seed bagel. Toasted.† Sheila tries to engulf herself in work whenever possible, which isn’t too hard considering she’s a high priced lawyer in New York earning over $350,000 a year. 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Sheila pushed him away and immediately told him her decision without looking up. â€Å"I’m getting an abortion at a local clinic tomorrow,† she sniffled. â€Å"Don’t try to change my mind. As s... Free Essays on Narrative Essay It’s July 1993. I’m 12 years old. We are watching television in the living room. I hear a bird chirping outside the window of the living room. I pull the curtain wide open to see where the chirp was coming from. I saw a baby bird limping on the sidewalk, it must have fell out of the tree, I thought to myself. My instincts told me to go outside and bring the bird inside before a cat gets to it and eats it up. I turn to my brother, who is just sitting in the dining room next to me, and yelled out to him, â€Å"There’s a bird outside limping, lets bring it in the house until it gets better and then we’ll let it go.† My brother and I dash to the door to get the bird. As we both got to the porch and ran down three painted red steps, the bird began to hop towards a bush on the side of the house. Every time we got closer to the bird the louder the bird began to chirp. As the bird reached the bush it was a lot harder to grab it because of all the thorns sticking out of bush. When I finally got hold of the bird and began reaching for it. A loud bang sound had gone of within the neighborhood. It sounded much like a firework that had gone off. I startled from the sound and dropped the bird out of my hand. My brother looked frightened, said to me that the sound of that bang, sounded like gunfire. I told him that it was just some firework down the street since it is almost Fourth of July. So we went back to trying to grab the bird and thought nothing of it. Bang, bang, bang! I startled again and this time I looked up to see what the noise really is. It turned out to be a sound of a gunfire that was coming from the bottom of the street from a brown, dirty, graffiti apartment. I see a man in black jeans and a gray T-shirt running up the hill with a gun in his hand. He is pointing the gun up towards the hill at a woman who is running in and out of the street screaming for help. I took a double look and I see the woman running towards my brothe... Free Essays on Narrative Essay Graduation is supposed to be an exciting time in a person’s life. Their family and friends are to gather and celebrate in the joyous occasion, especially a college graduation. However, my brother’s graduation was a little out of the ordinary. Picture perfect is how it was planned, but God decided to alter this ideal weekend to make it a bit more interesting. My brother decided about five years ago to leave our family and move to Sacramento to go to college. Two and a half years later it was time for him to graduate and time for us to fly up to see it. Airline tickets were bought and hotel reservations were made, we were ready to go. The morning of, my mother called the car rental place to make sure that a car would be there, waiting for us. The lady on the phone told my mom that she had us scheduled to arrive at nine o’clock pm. This posed a huge problem considering that the graduation was a three. After my mom hung up the phone she called the airline to check the flight. She found out that when she asked for an early morning flight the person who helped us put us on a nine o’clock flight thinking that it was in the morning, but he failed to notice the pm attached to the time. So off we went dodging the cars of the morning rush hour traffic to make it to the airport on time. My other brother, Rob, was going to meet us there so we could all go together. My mother tried and tried to get a hold of him, but was unsuccessful. We arrived only to find Rob waiting there for us ready to go, it was an enormous relief. So we boarded the plane anticipating all the relaxation that could be accomplished on the hour and a half flight to Sacramento. The ride was calming and peaceful for all about an hour until the captain came on the intercom and announced heavy fog at the airport we were to arrive at. After that point we flew around for about 20 to 30 minutes until we were directed back ho... Free Essays on Narrative Essay As I walked down the hallway to the back, a strong repulsive odor became noticeable. I walked further and the stench grew stronger. I almost couldn’t take it; the smell twisted my stomach almost making me vomit, but I fought the urge and continued on. As I walked on that’s when I heard it, initially muffled and then clearer, it was cries and yelps. It sounded like something was being tortured or murdered in such a way as to extract the last bit of pain from its victim. I pressed on reaching the end of the passage; that’s when I then crossed the threshold into the main room only to have my heart ripped from my chest and thrown to the floor. All I could see was cage after cage of dogs in some of the worst conditions I have ever seen. As I ventured into the room the first thing that jumped out at me were the cages, they were small, and had two to three dogs in each one. The cages were constructed of chain-link fencing on three sides and they were connected to an identical outside enclosure via a hole in a shared block wall. I walked on and noticed that I was starting to sweat. It was awfully hot and uncomfortable in this room; I could only imagine how the animals felt lying on the floor next to the passage that was letting in the blazing inferno of the afternoon sun. As I continued on, I thought to myself, â€Å"They don’t even treat prisoners this badly.† Cringing as I had to pass all the cages I noticed that not only were the cages small, overfilled, and comfortless, they were also filthy. The disgusting odor that had embraced my sense of smell earlier was that of dog urine and excrement. The bear concrete floors of the cages were covered in dried dog urine that in the summer’s heat was releasing a less than desirable aroma. As I approached a cage to see one of the dogs, I noticed fecal matter was spotted all over the floor. If I had to guess I would say that the cages were never cleaned. Caught between sickness...