The high-pitched ring of the school bell woke me from my light slumber. "I guess my class isn't as interesting as I thought it was." Mr. Duff stood in front of my desk looking down on me, with these puppy dog eyes as if I had broken his heart. "I'm so sorry Mr. Duff, I-" I cut myself off before I could make a stupid excuse. "I'm just sorry." I started collecting my papers and binders and placing them into my ripped up black school bag. I shoved my pens and pencils into my shoes where they wouldn't fall. As I got up to leave, Mr. Duff stopped me. "Adaline, why don't you come with me to my office. We can talk." My heart raced, I had never stayed after class with anyone before, not even Mr. Duff. Mr. Duff and I go way back. He was my …show more content…
"Adaline, you need to talk to somebody. You can't be falling asleep in class, it's gotten too far." She finally was looking up from her paper. Staring me dead in the eyes. Worry filled her blue eyes and I realized I shouldn't have said anything. I should have kept it to myself. "Lex, I'm fine. Really, I was up studying for my test, it wasn't what you think it is." I spoke but I didn't hear what I was saying. Now and days lies just flowed from my mouth, and I no longer cared to stop them. Lexi knew I was lying, though. I could tell she knew, she didn't say anything but she knew she didn't have to. She knows that I know that she knows I'm lying. I got up and fixed my bag which was falling off my shoulder. "I got to go. I have a meeting with Mr. Duff." Before she even had a chance to say something I walked away. I didn't want to hear about how she was right and I was wrong. I didn't want to hear anything. I decided I should probably eat before I go to my interrogation so I stopped by the lunchroom for some pizza. My mouth watered as I got to the lunch line. Until I heard a voice behind me. "Hey, Ad." My blood boiled, I had already seen him once today why
I walk past the secretaries’ desks and I can feel their eyes shaming me. As I approach the principal’s office, I hear his gruff voice through the doorway. “Well, I apologize for this inconvenience, Miss Taylor. You are free to return to class.”
My relationship with writing has been much like roller coaster.Some experiences I had no control over. Other experiences were more influential. Ultimately it wasn’t until I started reading not because I had to read but because I wanted to, that's when my relationship reached change. I would have probably never cared about writing as I do today if it weren't for the critics in my family. When I was a child, my aunts and uncles always been in competition with who's child is better in school. I have always hated reading and writing because of the pressure to prove my family wrong was overwhelming for me. I had to prove them wrong and show them that I was capable of being "smart" which according to them was getting straight A's in all your classes.
I walked out full of glee on my face to see a gourmet breakfast. Seeing dried fruits and vegetables come in season is my favorite. On the other hand, there was some news Susan might not be happy about. I asked Susan to come to the dining room. I told her that I was going to join the war.
The previous week they had performed the spell successfully. After contacting Mordred, Merlin and Morgana had arranged to meet him and Aglain, the leader of the druid camp, in the woods near a small waterfall, halfway between Camelot and the grave of Gorlois. Morgana always went on her annual pilgrimage to her father's tomb at this time of the year, at the end of spring.
Summer had just begun; we were enjoying our first few stress free weeks of summer, speaking of summer assignments we received and vacations that were going to be had. It must’ve been at least two in the afternoon since I never get up before noon during the months I have off from my education, but my best friend and I had been hanging out for a while leading up to the trip to Dunkin’ Donuts. We were just minding our own business when abruptly, my friend quivered in her seat, her eyes wide with fright.
I walked into the house which was lit up like a Christmas tree, every light in every room ablaze. There had to be ten, maybe fifteen neighbors all crammed into the living room. Everything was sweaty, panicked and awful, and everyone looked pitiful and I was pathetic. The usual interrogation began. “How is this making you feel?”
“Why would you write something cruel like this?” My classmate lifted her brow, finishing browsing one of my detective stories. “As a cute girl, you should try what NORMAL school girls write, err…… I don’t know…… Romantic?”
The night before, I didn’t practice my English so I knew what to say. By now, I knew most of the words, so I would just let my heart guide me. Besides, my cramped old house, which is actually just a junky garage in an abandoned alley, is too small to let out my feelings. Once I got to school after a cold walk in the snow, I placed myself by her locker and waited. Fourteen minutes had gone by, and still no sign of Lily. I only had a minute to get to class now, so I hurriedly collected myself and ran to my locker. I was disappointed, knowing that without Lily here, it would be the hardest day of school. I opened my locker and to my surprise a note fell to the floor. I quickly picked it up and gazed at the neat handwriting that clearly spelled my name.
"What were you saying?" She says truthfully. She did not hear to a word her friend had said. She was too focused on reading a scene from her book. Anna sighs.
Jame’s eyes jerked open. What happened!? thought Jame. “Wake up! Wake up Jame!” said Adelicia as she shook him. Jame quickly sat up and blushed. “What’s wrong?”, he said as he rubbed his eyes. “The principal wants you in his office!” Jame suddenly woke up fully, “Why?”
You may be a very skilled liar. You may have been lying to yourself for so long that you can barely even recognize the truth when it slaps you in the face. But, you still know the truth inside of you.
"I never lied to you.. I would never lie to you.." she shaky responded to her son's accusations. It pained her, it killed her even, that despite all the trouble she had gone through to protect her son's interests, it was them that turned on her and hurt her. "I merely hid the truth because it could tarnish our.. your.. reputation" she wept.
I was getting suspicious, and so I blurted out. “Can I come to your house? If not, then just tell me why. You're not trying to keep things from me are
It was close to one of the last days of fifth grade. I was eagerly talking to my friends about summer plans when I was interrupted by my teacher tapping me on the shoulder. “You need to go to the office,” he said. As I walked to the door, confused, the other fifth graders made calls of “you’re in troubleee”. On the way to the principal’s office, I wracked my brain for possible things I may have done, but I came up empty.
Bonnie the secretary introduced me to my new teacher. As Mrs. Bonnie was leaving the room, my new teacher Mrs. Evaheart introduced me to the class. As I stared at the class I couldn’t help but feel overwhelmed. I wanted to go back to my old school where I had friends, knew almost everyone, a place where I didn’t feel lonesome, a place anywhere but here. As I saw each and every one of my new classmates faces the utter dread that I felt slowly began to fade as I saw a familiar face. Seeing one of my former friends give me a renewed hope that maybe being in this school won’t be so bad after