Narrative: Final Paper

My First Time


It all started on the morning of July 4th .I was only 12 years old when all this happened. It was just me and two of the homies . We were at my house just kicking back, there was going to be a party later on that night. None of us had any money so we went to these apartments and started to break into the cars and take the stereos. After we hit about six or seven cars and we had some nice stereos these Africans came out and started yelling at us and saying they called the cops. We all started to run I got about five feet and then a cop car pulled up in front of me so I turned around and jumped the wall. As soon as I hit the other side there was a cop waiting for me with the tazer. They put me in the handcuffs and took me back to the other side. They already had my homies on the ground then they started to question us. We said nothing so they took us to D.T. That was the first time I got caught up for burglary.

After I got caught, arrested, and booked. They made me go threw a strip search. I got my new clothes and took my booking photo. That’s when I knew I wasn’t dreaming. This was real. At first I was mad then I was nervous. Then once I got there I didn’t care. I was just going to do my time and get back at the people who made me come here. I wasn’t going to take crap from nobody.

The guards took me to my section when I got there people were staring at me so I just was staring back. Trying to look hard. At first they put me in a cell with someone else. That worked for about ten minutes. I walked in and I got hit up. I told him where I was from. He said the wrong thing and we started fighting. We started throwing punches until the guards came in and pulled me off of him. He got transferred to a different section and I earned a lot of respect.

I didn’t get charged with assault, which surprised me. They just put me on lockdown for three days. When I came off of lockdown my attorney came to see me. He told me I was being charged with five separate charges of burglary and one charge of resisting arrest. Then they told me that I had Judge Valdez.

Thinking back I didn’t really learn anything. I wasn’t sorry for what I did. I regretted getting caught. I guess I learned to trust nobody and my heart got cold. After all this happened I started getting locked up a lot more. Ever since then I have been in and out. I been locked up for birthdays, holidays Now I realized that I was dumb I have learned a lot since back then. Now I’m just trying to stay out of jail and get my life together before its too late.

Josh