I ask a 11 year old boy who had seen Jerry last, I saw Jerry cutting wood” he said. I when looking for him where near trees fast like a race car. There I saw jerry wood with a rain cloud above his head and a river of water falling from his eyes. I called out his name, Jerry, why did you lie to me? I just didn 't want you to know that my mother died by a car
“It was stolen along with a container of gas about an hour ago. I called the police and Alma left in her car. We don’t know where she is,” “Where could she have gone?” I questioned while my heart sped up even more. Not only was my grandmother a victim of theft, she was missing. My sister, Emily, was driving us home and she could tell I was getting nervous.
Caylee Marie Anthony was born on August 9th 2005 she was murdered in 2008. Caylee was a two year old girl who lived in Orlando, Florida with her mother Casey and her maternal grandparents George and Cindy Anthony. On July 15th 2008 Caylee was reported missing in a 911 call made by Cindy, she said she had not seen Caylee for 31 days. On July 13th 2008, Cindy and George received a letter that stated Casey’s car was in a tow yard. George Anthony went to pick up the car, he then states he smelled a strong odor coming from the trunk; he said it smelled of something decomposing.
One morning at about 8:00 a.m. when I woke up I went outside and looked down the street and saw some of my neighbors houses destroyed. For example the windows had been bashed in, their would be holes in the front door like someone had kicked their foot in it, and it looked like someone ran their mailbox over with a car. I went back inside to tell my family what I saw so that they would know. After I had finished telling them they ran outside to see it for themselfs. My mother and father looked as if they were about to cry in sadness and anger at the same time.
In fact, the night the house caught on fire a friend of the sodders had seen the kids in a car driving away from the fire (The Sodder Children Mystery). Furthermore, a week after the fire at a dinner a waitress had said she had seen the children with some adults, she could not remember how many, and she was not allowed to talk to the children but the children all looked very upset and sad (The Sodder Children Mystery). COnsidering how many people said they saw the kids after the fire it is no wonder why they think they were kidnapped. For example, a woman who had worked at a Charleston hotel whoahd seen the childrens photos said “ she had seen four of the five a week after the fire.” and also “ The children were accompanied by two women and two men, all of italian extraction” (16 of the Strangest Unsolved Mysteries). Another example is a manager at another hotel said he also saw the children with 4 adults and all speaking italian ( Sodder Children).
The Hill’s Cemetery “Joe, wait up!” Caleb and Miles cried as they ran through the parking lot. It was a dark autumn night, and three friends were at the Hills Cemetery just after their best friend Amy 's funeral. “I need to find my phone!” Joe cries as a gush of wind hit her face. Caleb, Miles, Joe, and Amy have been best friends since kindergarten. They experience everything together, but every good thing comes to an end.
One of the worst tragedies that can happen to a parent is the loss of their child. Yet this happens every year when children die from heat exhaustion in parked cars. Many of these incidents weren't the result of neglectful parenting but of an oversight or miscalculation caused by some very common car misconceptions surrounding overheated cars. I Never Leave My Kids in the Car, so It Won't Happen to Me This can happen to anyone, no matter how caring the person is. This may occur in a number of ways.
I have gotten many stitches in my life but I am going to talk about the the first time I got stitches. It was when I was 11 years old, there was school that day in fifth grade. I woke up and told my mom I don't feel too well, so I stayed home from school. I got my legos and started building my car, I never liked using the instructions, I just made my own creations. As I was playing with my legos my knee went over a nail in the floor that would not go down there was blood everywhere.
One time I ended up kicking a ball in Big Base and fell down because my knee had popped. Another time I walked down our stairs, and it slipped. Six months after the first time falling, I needed surgery. Normally on a Friday morning, I would have ridden the bus to school and hung around until class started. Instead, I hopped into my mom’s suburban, and we rode to St. Gabriel’s Hospital in Little Falls.
So weeks passed by and the day for us to leave came, we got in a car in Huichapan, Hidalgo and we rode to the border of Mexico/USA. We were hiding, I didn’t know where I was or what was happening, I was scared because all I knew was that if they found us we were not going to my dad. A day later passed, The Coyote and his people woke us up and told us “buenas noticias, todo paso bien y ya estamos en los United.” My mom was so happy as well as my sister and me. State by state, city by city, buildings by buildings, people by people, my eyes were seeing many beautiful things. We were in Houston, Texas, I saw many cars, many light, my eyes were glued to the window.