They’re in front of the station so they pull in and park right in front of the door and they wait for the officer to pull up. They can see his cruiser park right next to theirs so they all get out and walk along with the officer into the station. Soon as they walk in a group of parents run to them and start screaming “WHERES MY SON- MY DAUGHTER IS SHE OK-” and etc. The officer tries to calm them all down when a grown man runs up to Dante’s dad punches him knocking him to the ground and mounts him, yelling ”YOU SON OF A BITCH IF MY SON IS HURT
I heard screeching sounds of the printer and a finished driver’s license dropped on the counter. He handed it to me and told me to always drive safely. I was fixated on my new license and could not take my eyes off of it even while walking. My husband approached me and gave me a big hug. He also told me I was driving
Baller County had high expectations for the year so the team started off the practices with a strong swagger and practice had started becoming part of a usual routine for all the young athletes. The day February 25, a day that young John Goodman will never forget. The overcast weather conditions had soaked everything; therefore, the team had spent practice in the batting cages. Afterwards, the coach dismissed the team to go home since weather conditions seemed to be worsening. Goodman and a few others had decided that they would go to the mall and pick up some well needed snacks at the mall.
I’ve gotten a few warnings for touching the truck for too long or stepping into the street. However as cliché as it may sounds, while reading Civil Disobedience in class, I got energized and even excited to disregard the law enforcement and step in the street and not be afraid to touch the truck. So last Sunday I decided to “transcend” my boundaries and follow the tenets of Civil Disobedience. First I researched the regulations of California Penal code concerning protesting, I found I was often in violation of Penal Code 407, “Whenever two or more persons assemble together to do an unlawful act, or do a lawful act in a violent, boisterous, or tumultuous manner, such assembly is an unlawful assembly”. The pig saves were considered to be “boisterous” and “tumultuous”.
When the mob threatened Atticus, Scout leaped blindly out of the bushes and confronted the mob. She spotted Mr. Cunningham and talked about Walter, his son, and reminded everyone present that they were human. Atticus was shocked as well with “[his] mouth half open, an attitude he had once described as uncouth.” And with that, Mr. Cunningham said, “‘I’ll tell him you said hey, little lady’ he said. Then he straightened up and waved a big paw. ‘Let’s clear out,’ he called, ‘let’s get going boys.’”(206).
I left my meeting with Jeff and headed over to make a drop to some people from the 82nd. After I had arrived, they invited me to snort a line. I took a big whiff, it burned my nose; they all started laughing their asses off and told me that it was acid and that they had already ingested some and were getting off. They said it is the weekend what else would you be doing? “Fuck you.” I needed to get out of there, so I jumped in my car drove to Tom’s house.
Every Halloween, my cousins and I get together late that night and egg people houses. Well last year, we decided to go to the same neighborhood and egg houses again. Little did we know that, the people that stayed on the corner of that neighborhood was patiently waiting on us. Soon as we egged their house, they let their pit-bull out on us. He chased us, and I’m jumping on everybody cars and trash cans outside.
“Umm…. Karlee, you just hit Batman.” Yep that’s right, I ended up hitting Batman with the cattle guarded on the front of the pickup. I just thought knocking some since into this bull might make a difference. Batman must have thought that was rude, but I really did not care at this point. He turned around and started walking to the gate.
I asked to them, "Why do they push us around? "But they said they didn 't know and that they would have to arrest me for breaking the law. Then we got off the bus. I was feeling very determined and almost relieved. I was so tired of being afraid all the time.
“Hey, Eric, what happened? Why aren’t you guys at the stadium?” my dad asked. “Someone crashed into us as we were on the off ramp, but we’re all good. We are waiting for the Highway Patrol to check the scene.” I replied. “I’m really proud of you, son.
I caught you!” The cop escorts us to the jail and takes our cards. The jailer makes us do some ridiculous stuff for a minute or two, then lets us go with our new cards. We find Bryson, or “Meme King” as we call him (mainly because he loves memes and knows practically every meme in existence) one of our team mates shortly after, without Michael. He said he lost him, so he came with us. In a few minutes, we find Jonathan again and start heading back to the jail.