Descriptive Essay

After leaving the courtroom, a somber feeling penetrated through my mind. ‘How could this happen to me,’ I thought. I felt betrayed by an experience of a friend of mine who used me and my name as a scapegoat for a crime he committed. Loyalty, trust and friendships was not a part of my agenda soon after this experience had happened to me. On top of witnessing the manifestation of my friend’s infraction, my freedom taken away from me. I would often hear whispers in obscure circles say that experiences are your best teachers, but this go around, I felt as if life had dealt me a bad hand. Initially, I had a dark feeling of giving up on life and any goals I had set for myself such as finishing school and being successful in life. After reevaluating this experience in a more positive light over the years, I have learned something regarding my feelings mentioned in the previous sentence. Allow me to walk you through a painful experience of mine.

Shrieking with exuberance, I entered the front door of my grandmother’s extravagant three-bedroom house. I had just came from school and well, the day was going great. That’s when it happened. I motioned to my mother’s brusque request to sit down. “DeAndre, I have to take you to the downtown police station,” she began, while opening an envelope and pulling out a crispy white letter. “It says that you need to speak with the police regarding a sexual misconduct charge that they have against you. I smirked jokingly but after seeing how serious she was, I became stagnant and rescinded every request she made for me get up. As we were heading to the police station, my mind created a dissonance from the constant clamor of voices that ran through my head. I felt so embarrassed. ‘How could this be,’ I wondered. We soon arrived and walked into the morose-like downtown police station. I wanted to run the opposite direction so bad, but I knew that would’ve made matters even worse. An officer approached and had pointed...