The first day of school, as expected, was strange. Students were all excited to see each other after three months. While everyone else was concerned with catching up with friends, all I really wanted was someone to talk to me. Even if it was simply to ask who I was and what I was doing there. Things continued to be awkward during the first few days. Some people stared, and to others, I was invisible, but…
Against Claretta’s qualms and worries of bullying, her daughter has made lots of friends and adores the teachers as well as the school.…
She looked his way, but didn’t say anything. Her eyes, however, suggested yes to the…
I was starting out 3rd grade in a new school. I didn’t really have any friends except for one, but she was more like a sister to me than a friend. I met a nice girl name Mia in my class. She was funny, nice, and popular. She walked up to me all happy and cheerful and asked my name. Of course I was shy but I was able to let out my name in a sorrow voice “Ariana Ceniceros…”. Everyone stared in silence as I walked away.…
I grabbed my backpack and wearily headed to my same school, to my same locker, next to the same people. Sadly unlike Carnitas, this gets old. But this day, immediately changed. A boy with long hair and a FCB outfit walked to me cheerfully, almost like a skip. This was my friend Ajay, the social butterfly of the school.…
I never thought me, of all people, would experience such a sorrowful day. I have tried to forget it time and time again; but the reality is I will always remember every miniscule detail, moment, word, and facial expression on that particular day. My heart managed to shatter into a million pieces, leaving me without a reason to pursue my existence. My salty tears freely rolled down my warm cheeks, causing my eyes to burn sensationally. I remember mourning on the comforting shoulders of my family members, as they too were consumed by their feelings. The most valuable lesson that beared a reservation in my spirit was to cherish every moment and loved one, for tomorrow is not guaranteed to anyone. I wish I could have fathom this reality before the climactic tragedy struck me like a ton of bricks. Although death is normal, it seemed almost foreign when it abducted the life of my favorite uncle.…
As I looked around the room, I saw some guidance posters, and then I saw Mrs. Powell, my science and math teacher, and Mrs. Bilbrey, my social studies and language arts teacher. My mouth tasted bile as I looked into Mrs. Bilbrey's blue eyes, her greasy gray hair flowing over her shoulder.…
surrounded by bulletproof glass, and told her who I was and why I was there. She then…
I sat in my room for a long while weeping before I heard a familiar noise outside. I rushed to the door peering out just before I saw that same angry girl jumping into my flower bed destroying my flowers. I felt that all the happiness I had ever had was being sucked out of me with every stomp that girl was taking on my marigolds. By the time I got to my flowers they were all gone. I couldn't even find it in me to yell at her stood there in astonishment and a wave of sadness washed over me. It was almost as if my whole life was taken away from me from this careless little girl who was only thinking of herself. I wanted to scream I but I just couldnt. I felt tears forming in my eyes, I forgot the girl was there before I heard her scarce and quivered voice, “M-miss Lottie!” she had said before she hurried to her feet. Her eyes were swollen as she looked up into my sad and weary eyes. I stood there for a moment before I turned away and went inside to my room. I thought to myself, this is a dream I will wake up in a little bit and my flowers will be there when I wake up, but in the back of my mind I knew they were…
Now Moana is currently living with her mom and sees her father almost every weekend. Sometimes she gets lonely because she is the only child and her other family members live in New York. When she’s at school she is very sociable and involved with a lot of things to keep her mind off of her problems and how she still hasnt shared her sexual preference with her parents. During class, Ms. Sandy, Moana’s teacher announces that they’ll be having a new student. Moana is excited and her being the friendly type of person, she asks her teacher to ask her guidance counselor about her being able to show the new student around. So, the guidance counselor assigned Moana to show the new girl around when she arrives. As soon as she see’s her Moana gets nervous, her hands start sweating and her words are slurred. She likes the new girl. “ My name is Jessie, do you mind showing me around” says the new girl, “ I’m Moana sh-sh-sure let me see your schedule”. Moana can’t seem to stop eyeballing Jessie as her light blue eyes are staring her down like a kid in a candy shop. Moana notices she’s wearing her favorite color indigo. She’s not much of a shoot your shot type of person so she just shows Jessie around and is more shy than ever. When she gets…
For example, my only friend was Heather and I wasn’t sure if she even came to West Middle School. I was worried that I might do something unwise and impolite. I took a deep breath and stepped out of the car. I looked around and everyone seemed as polite as a dolphin. I walked into school and got to my locker as swiftly and I could. When I got to my homeroom, I instantly made a friend. She was polite and kindhearted. I immediately knew that I was going to like West Middle school!…
She is from Portugal and knew very little English. We help each other with our English and class works. While the ESL class was slowly helping me with my English, I exile in math since math didn’t need a language to understand. I was top of the class for my math skill and that made me felt so proud. The teacher called out my name to get a prize for my hundred on my minute math. I took that opportunity to make new friends with my prize. For once, I felt like I belong there with my classmates. Valentine came around and I got gift cards and candy from everyone in class. It was necessary to bring everyone in class a card but it still made me feel happy to see my name written on the card from someone…
The next day I was in her home, my father was a really good friend of her father so didn't have problems going. When a enter into the little study room that they had I was really impressed. She was drooling over the desk, I did only one thing wait for her to wake up. I spend two hours browsing the big orange book of Algebra 1. I was so lucky because I was really good at it.…
I felt excitement as we were picked up by my aunt and uncle in their black mini-van. I wondered why my cousins weren’t there, but my aunt explained how they couldn’t stay up this late and how it was a surprise. I felt special. We arrived at their house in Hingham, and they carried my sleeping sister into their house and laid her down in the bed. As I was put to sleep, I hugged the phone my dad gave me and remembered that anytime I needed him, just to call. I needed him now.…
But actually, I’m afraid, I want to go back but I have nowhere to go…