Fictional Writing The bus came to a slow but steady stop. Mike grabbed his Jansport backpack as he lifted himself up from the green seat at the back of the bus. Saying goodbye to his fellow classmates, Mike and his neighborhood friends piled off the bus. Walking up the long hill with one strap of his backpack on his shoulder, Mike said, “Hey Erin, are you going to the dance tomorrow?” “I think so. How about you?” “I’m not sure what were going to do,” said Mike in a cool manner. It was a month into Mike’s freshman year of high school and the first dance of the year was the following day. He loved everything about high school from the new friends, to the girls, and finally being on a varsity team. Mike was a basketball player, so becoming acquainted with the high school atmosphere was no problem. He had not attended a real high school party yet, but the other players on the team assured him it would come. The first major event of the year was the following night. The welcome-back dance was the first chance for many freshman guys and girls to really get to know older classmates as well as one another. However, many freshman students felt this dance would determine the rest of their year; whether you were popular with your classmates and girls or not. After the long walk and entering his house, Mike threw his backpack and shoes to the floor and began to make a sandwich. He relaxed on his couch watching television while waiting for his parents to arrive home from work. “Mike, are you here,” said his mom. “Yes, just like everyday you come home,” he responded. Mike continued to watch television for another hour when something suddenly sparked his mind. “Mom, I have to talk to you,” he said while his mother washed dishes. “Sure, go ahead.” “Well, it’s really two questions. First, can I sleep over Jimmy’s?
‘We plunged toward the future without a clue’, The the words of Scott Hudson, a Freshman who is just being introduced to high school. Starting high school for anyone is always hard. When it comes to knowing where to go and who to avoid, you have to be careful, meaning staying away from seniors, juniors, and probably sophomores. Scott is constantly writing tips for his younger sibling to help him survive his days as a Freshman. Scott is constantly changing in this book because of his knowledge of high school in different aspects which compare greatly to others.
Fiction stories are those stories not true or factual and are created by the author. These stories are imagined by the author and narrated to the reader. The reader has the opportunity to add their own imagination to the story to make the reading even more enjoyable. Fiction relies on the imagination of the author and the imagination of the reader along with the elements of fiction. Fiction readings are in the form of realistic and non-realistic. When discussing these two types of fiction readings two stories come to mind. The realistic story that comes to mind is the story of “A & P” by John Updike. John Updike is “…considered one of the best of American writers of fiction and poetry” and his story of “A & P” proves to be an ideal example of fiction (V., and Zweig 370). The non-realistic story is “The Fox and the Grapes”, which is found in Aesop’s Fables. Both of these narratives contain elements of fiction easily identified and therefore entertaining to discuss. Characters and point of view are two of the elements of fiction found in these two short stories. Discussion of these two elements, expand on the knowledge of fiction stories through examples and definitions.
I didn’t know what to expect of high school as I sauntered in the doors as an incoming high school freshman. In my first couple of weeks of school, I learned that it was basically like middle school, just a little stricter with different teachers and a different locker. I asked myself “how bad could it be?” Turns out,
Everyone seemed to be having the time of their lives, the feeling of being free from high school finally sinking into their minds. Forgetting about all of their problems for the night, and letting loose. My mom always says that I’ll regret this when I grow up; not living the full high school experience. But what is really considered the “high school experience”? It is just going to parties, homecoming dances, prom, and being in relationships? How cliché.
Over the past four years, we have grown from insecure, immature freshmen to successful, focused and confident young adults. This incredible transformation has been the result of our entire high school experience. Everything from that first homecoming game, to late night cramming, to the last dance at prom. These experiences have pulled us together as a class and we have learned to love and respect our fellow classmates.
Andrew asked, watching Jerry looking out the bay window as if daydreaming. “Jerry, are you okay?” “I’m sorry Dad, guess my mind was someplace else,” “I wish there was something we could do,” Margaret said as Jerry sat down on the sofa beside his dad. “Thank you, there isn’t anything anyone can do. A neighbor found Mom this morning with her head crushed,” Marlene said, tears filling her
Kian also loved school. Every morning his father would drop him off, and every afternoon, his mother would pick him up. One autumn day, after his father hugged him goodbye, Kian’s teacher introduced a new friend to the class.
I remember my first day of high school like it was yesterday. A lot of my friends were...
Christopher threw his head back, letting the slow burn of the whiskey take its hold on him. Blinking he slammed the glass upside down on the counter and snapped his fingers. The blonde, a tall, five foot seven, laughed and padded her way to him. "Remember that promise I made you a few months ago, hmm?" She tsked her tongue, a glass bottle in one hand, pointing with the other. "Hmm...huh. You'll 'ave to remind me, love." His words a bit slow, almost caught between slurred and just mashed together, the blonde leaned on the counter, resting her weight on her elbows. A blonde curl tickled Christopher's arm as she poked his left bicep. "No mocking me accent, love." She winked, her thick, Welsh accent flowing with her words. He groaned and faked a frown. "But I totally nailed it!" She rewarded him with a loud, snort filled laugh and giggle sound. "We made a deal on the amount. You hit your amount--" she held her hand up, making a peace sign. "Two shots ago. Your cut off, baby boy." She patted his head, grinning. Christopher rose an eyebrow, cocking his head to the side. According to the Medical Doctors in the Diabetes field, you should have no more then one to three, at a maximum, shots at a time in a 24 hour period.
"When will I see you again?" Nell whispered, her cold, pale hands clasped around Daniel's. Though she stared into his face, desperately trying to read him, Daniel didn't return her gaze either out of guilt or indifference. She couldn't tell. "If you won't tell me where you're goin', you'll at least tell me that." Daniel pulled his hand from Nell's grasp, stepping away to look out the window at the dry winter landscape, resting his hand on the table to his right. "I've got the right to know," she asserted, staring pleadingly at Daniel's distant profile. His face was that of a stranger's to her in that moment.
essica reaches over and turns her buzzing alarm clock off. It’s time to wake up her son Michael for school. She stumbles to his bedroom, still half asleep.
She was brown, about the size of a placemat, and would soon control Australia. William was
As freshman, we came home from school with the mentality that we were no longer children, but rather had entered into a new stage of life. Everything seemed different and new; we weren’t the big kids on campus anymore. We no longer were the persons being looked up to, but rather were the persons looking up to an entire school of older students. We remember joining our firsts clubs, going to dances, and having Orientation days.
After indulging in a midday cruise through the Boulevard, I shaved, smoked a cigar, and sipped some Macallan in preparation for my engagement with Mike. I must have arrived at the Lounge a few minutes late, for poor Mike paced furiously back and forth, puffing on a cigarillo when I came upon him. The Mike I had known could hardly conceive that others might inconvenience him, much less express haughtiness at five minutes’ tardiness! Here, his demeanor resembled that of an older Mike with no cause for dejection. How liberated of his old humility he seemed!
When it comes to Highschool there are many many things that people are not only excited about but are also worried about, but then there are kids who just know high school is going to be a breeze or they just don’t care. Well, I’m the one who’s worried and excited. I’m excited about a lot of things when it comes to high school. I’m excited to meet new people.