When I wake up, I see everything blurry. I blink a few times. My mind wanders for an explanation. Today I am Julia Scuccuglia. She is twelve years old and moved from Brazil about a week ago. Today is her first day in an American school. I sit on the side of the bed. I move my arms and I touch her glasses. I put them on and I look at myself in the mirror. Julia is slim as a skeleton. Her brown hair was a mess. Her old glasses are as big like Professor Trelawney from Harry Potter. Julia also has braces and hearing aids. She has a collection of Harry Potter books in the corner. Her room is empty. Julia has a desk and a chair in the corner, but that is all besides her bed. Her memories tell me that her things will only arrive in December. I get …show more content…
The sudden smell of toast and coffee makes my stomach growls. Her parents are very excited. After breakfast, I go to the bathroom. I brush her hair and her teeth. Almost involuntarily, my hands put her hair forward, hiding her ears. Almost like her body was controlling me. Julia never liked being different. She preferred to merge into the crowd. Her memories haunt her and insecurity is the most prominent feeling in her body. She hates …show more content…
“Great. I guess I’ll see ya!” And she merges with the crowd. After my encounter with that no-name girl, I go to the office. Julia’s counselor is Mrs. Remigio. She presents Sophia and tells her that Sophia will guide her to all classes today. I nod in agreement. Sophia is nice. She tries talking to me but after she realizes Julia’s vocabulary is the size of a peanut, she just walks me with silence. She helps me to get to Julia’s first class: English. What a nice way to start the day. All of Julia’s teachers are nice. They try their best to help her understand. Today consisted of introducing myself and doing small quizzes to see what level Julia is. The day goes by slow, especially considering everything in her mind is confusing. In every class, I sit on the corner. I learned that Julia would like that. Then came lunch break. Now the most awkward moment all day would happen. In what table will Julia sit? My eyes wander across the cafeteria. The tray in my hand was shaking. This is Julia’s response, not mine. I try to calm her down, but I never had to do it before. Before I realize, I was standing stationary near the corner. Stop acting
Stargirl was not like everyone else in Mica High. She was a unique individual with no restrictions to her own identity. But when Leo stressed the fact that she was so different, she undertook the task to change herself, for Leo’s sake. Even though Leo was euphoric with the new Susan Caraway, her shunning was not ebbed. The change did nothing for stargirl but cripple her jovial personality. Stargirl shouldn’t have changed herself for someone else’s motive, but should’ve kept herself the way she was, as your own happiness should be put before others, and there’s always someone that stays by your side no matter the notions made of you.
Since a child, Stargirl had always seemed a bit… off. Her parents seemed to adore her weirdness, they even seemed to encourage it at times. To demonstrate, her parents called her Pocketmouse. They used it to so much that even she started referring to herself as Pocketmouse instead of Susan. But did her parents ever do anything about it? Of course not. She kept the nickname, until she changed it to Mudpie. Then Hullygully. And then Stargirl. But at the time, I knew her as Mudpie.
These girls have had a rough life. In 1910, their mother died and the four girls only have each other for all their weeps and worries. Also, their dad has been dead for years and ever since the death of their mother, life has just not been the same. They were left as orphans and took care of each other, since they were all they had. Then, something gave the Purcell girls a glimmer of hope. They had a guardian, who for the rest of their lives would take care of the girls. His name was Mr. Mackenzie and he was married to Mrs. Mackenzie and they had kids of their own. They have three sons; Gabriel, Geoffrey, and Antony. Also, they had one daughter; her name was Lucy. One child, though, would soon become very important in Julia’s life. His name was Master Geoffrey and he had been away at school ever since the Mackenzie’s started taking care of the Purcell girls, which was in January of 1910. At this time, he was the same age as Julia. They were both 15 years old. As soon as they first met, they wanted to get to know each other better. One of the first things Geoffrey noticed about Julia is that she was very much like her older sister, Frances; except, there was something special about her. He couldn’t put his finger on it, but there was something
Thump-thump-thump-thump-thump-thump… “Maggie.” Channing Tatum was running towards me through a field of daisies. “Maggie,” he said through smiles. “Maggie. Maggie!” he yelled across the meadow. “MAGGIE!” I felt a slight stinging sensation on the top of my foot. Why is Channing Tatum yelling at me? “MAGGIE WAKE UP!!” I shot out of my wonderful dream, and returned to dull reality. As I sat up from my sleeping position in the old dingy red minivan, I bumped my forehead on the little notch used to hang garments from. “OW!!” I shrieked. My headphones fell off my head, and I saw my little brother in the middle seats motioning to my mom.
“Sugar, Spice, and everything nice. These are the ingredients to create the perfect little girls.” – The Powerpuff Girls Narrator. That's all you'd heard on a Sunday morning and from a cute little girl sitting on a couch watching her favorite cartoon show. My Mom would sit next to me and wonder why I loved watching this so much.
Hello my tantalizingly talloned troopers. You're hanging in there with me as my polishing powers persevere through this challenge. I'm glad you're still with me because today I had the chance to use something I really like. GLITTER! (Leftover sentiments from pre-school) I admit, I never grew out of the whole sparkly, colorful, fluffy and pink obsession that little girls have. I'll never disown Barbie, and I refuse to give up my love of sequines and rhinestones (I don't actually wear sequines).
The patient was more beautiful than she realized. If only she could see it for herself. The color from her dainty face had drained to a sickened green tint and her eyes widened in fear. The walls of the clinic exam room were ordained in calming colors, but offered the young woman no comfort. She continued to blink rapidly as if she would awaken from the nightmare; her long eyelashes could not fan the health worker’s words away. She thought it was harmless, just a night of fun. It made her feel valuable and attractive. Yet being desired now left her alone, crumpling to the floor screaming between sobs and desperately reaching to the empty air around her. She couldn’t grasp any security. Not only did that harmless night of fun result in her becoming
Julio – A man in his late 20s (who is in touch with his feminine side)
She has compared me to my sister every single day of my life” (14). Even if she's trying to help, her mom's words make Julia feel like she doesn't measure up. With every comparison, Julia’s confidence shrinks, making it even harder for her to cope with her loss. Despite the constant pressure to be like Olga, Julia stays determined to prove she's more than just her sister's shadow. Her sister's death affects Julia's mental health, this is because Julia’s grief makes her unable to focus in school, having panic attacks and she tries to isolate herself from others.
You know that feeling when everyone and everything around you is so fragile so you feel the need to be still and hold your breathe because you feel like if you don't your life will crumble? Sometimes the world feels like that. " OLIVIA COME HERE IT'S IMPORTATNT!" , mom screamed from the kitchen..
Ow. My head hurts. It has been lying against this wall for at least an hour now. I scratched the back of my head to move around my dark, curly hair. It was beginning to feel plastered against my scalp. It was a bit tangled from not brushing it for a day and my fingers did not run through it with ease; nevertheless, it felt good to keep the blood flowing. I was lying on a thin, light blue mat on the floor. My head was propped up against the cold wall as if it were a concrete pillow. My chin dug into my chest and I could feel the soft, warm material from my sleeveless sweater cushioning my jaw. I looked down. I could see the ends of my hair cascading over my shoulders. The red highlights matched quite nicely with my maroon sweater. My arms were folded over my belly and they appeared more pale than usual. My knees were bent, shooting upward like two cliffs. My baggy blue jeans covered the backs of my fake brown leather shoes. ("Christy, let me borrow your pants, the baggy ones with the big pockets. I can hide more stuff in those.")
...at night, I loved my hair, every single strand of it. I loved her ability to be straight or curly, sleek and sexy or fun and bouncy. I found myself brushing my hands through my hair, and she cherished the affection. I bought every hair product Pamela used in my hair, hopeful I could shape my hair myself. And, although it took a few weeks to learn Pamela's styling techniques, my hair and I quickly found a rhythm.
"Anna, would you like some tea," I offer as the screen door slams behind me. She doesn't move. "Anna," I try again, this time touching her shoulder with my elbow. She turns her chin towards me, but her eyes continue scanning the page until she has reached an appropriate stopping point. She lifts her slightly glazed, hazel eyes towards mine, unwilling to disengage from the world created by Anthony Piers or Terry Brooks. The corners of her mouth curl upwards, eyes slightly squinting from the bright sunlight, and she reaches out her empty hand, decorated with an intricate henna design, to grasp the sweating glass of tea.
It was a bright sunny afternoon in the school cafeteria. The light of the sun beating down into the cafeteria through the windows. Flowers were fully grown and trees were as green as ever swaying from the little breeze of wind. Inside the cafeteria were round tables and chairs that were gray with 6 people at each table. The noise of kids socializing, getting their food.
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