My Journey, My Story (Fall 2018)

One time I got about 45 green bars and I woke up one morning not caring before school. I can't remember how many I took before school I think it was like 3 or 4 but i made it halfway through first hour and just got so faded outta nowhere. So I took a couple more then after that I had blacked out. I don’t know much of what happened at school but i heard the stories when i got back. I made it through 1st and 2nd hour so faded i wouldn't wake up for anything in my 2nd hour class and i remember having to go talk to my principal and somehow i acted like i was sober and he let me go back to class. Then during the passing period someone told me that i dropped all my books and just fell forward and busted my head on the lockers. Then i just got up and walked off without picking my books up. Then in my 3rd hour class is when it got really bad i had taken like 9 or 10 of those by this time and someone told me that i was on my phone and my teacher was really strict on phone...

  The surf and sand of Central Florida is a popular vacation spot, but it lost some of its luster in 1995 when a serial killer set up shop. After the 4th body was found they picked up an important detail, he had an unusual dog with an unusual drug habit.   Tampa isn’t only known for its tourist destinations, it also has the most thunderstorms in the US. along with the tourism there’s prostitution. On October 20th 1995 a pizza delivery driver discovered the nude body of a woman in nearby Clearwater. 42 year old Wendy Evens was a crack cocaine addict recently released from a mental facility. She was last seen hitchhiking by an area known mostly for prostitution. Wendy had been beaten and strangled but there were no signs of sexual assault. The body had been dumped meaning she was killed elsewhere, not surprisingly a thunderstorm washed away possible evidence. All the small artifacts forensics would hope to find to possibly ...

I’ve always been a mamma's child. Every since I can remember I was glued to my mother's hip. I would throw fits anytime I would have to leave her to go to my fathers for a weekend. This story takes place over the summer when my sister and I had to go to my dads for two weeks. Of course I was miserable because my mom wasn’t with me. At this time I was very young, 4 if I can recall, but I remember it like it was yesterday . My sister, Starr, and I were going home after a long two weeks with our dad and we were ready to be back. My mother had come to pick us up and we were on our way to my Grandma's house where we were staying. Right when we walked in my mom knew something was wrong. We had heard loud crying upstairs and my Grandpa met us at the door. “Lacy you need to come upstairs,” he whispered in a shaky voice. Starr and I tried to follow her but she ended up putting us in a spare room with our Aunt Patti. I know it couldn't have been more than 30 min...