“Ring, Ring!” the school bell dismissed the students as a herd of kids sprint down the stairs like a stampede of wild animals. As Summer and her best friend Riley make their way through the staircase they begin discussing what to do for Summer’s poster as a runner for class President. “How about this, ‘Vote for Summer, and this year will not be a bummer’?” Riley suggested. “Really? I want to get people to vote for me not Dr. Seuss.” Summer responded with a miffed expression on her face. Summer has been stressing out about student council. And not being able to figure out what to write on her poster, isn’t the icing on the cake. “Well excuse me...” Riley replied with a brief touch of attitude in her voice. “I’m sorry, I’ve just been so …show more content…
overwhelmed with this and every possible thing in the world.” Summer explained. “I get it, don’t worry. Summer, you’re Homecoming queen, captain of the volleyball team, all-star track runner, involved in math club, volunteer, and now you want to run for our school’s President? Are you sure this is really what you want to do?” Riley questioned. “I can handle it. No worries. Let’s go to my house to work on these posters” Summer answered. Walking home from school for Summer is like a maze for and you have a time limit, running through the streets of Brooklyn, New York you must get home in time before anything happens. One wrong turn or step in front of the wrong gang can cost you your whole life. Though she does tend to get used to this routine, and the aroma of car gas, cigarettes, and pizza mixed together doesn’t bother her anymore. Fortunately for Summer, being able to behold the beautiful Brooklyn Bridge on the rooftop of an abandon building with Riley is something so special that kids from suburban areas cannot grasp. After reaching Summer’s apartment, she begins to turn the doorknob that is coated in germs like a glazed donut covered in sugar. “Ugh I’m going to go disinfect my hands, one second.” Summer announces to Riley with a disgusted expression after feeling the germs grasp on to her hand from touching the doorknob. “Okay, now we can get started on these posters.” Summer explains as she makes her way out of her tiny bathroom. “Yes we need to get this done, I need to be home by 6 for dinner.” agreed Riley. Moments went on, and when Riley and Summer were finally down, glitter, stickers, and poster decorations were stuffing Summer’s room. “Thanks so much Ri for the help! I appreciate it!” Summer graciously thanked. “No problem! With these posters you’ll definitely win President of student council!” Riley expressed with confidence in her best friend. The next day in school, Summer and Riley strolled through the halls hanging up Summer’s campaign posters. “Vote for me for as our class President!” hollered Summer. Many kids were instantly attracted to Summers poster that was covered in decor and slogans, even the one she didn’t want to use that stated, “Vote for Summer and this year will not be a bummer”. Although Summer felt regretful for using that slogan, she forgot about it after being so distracted by all the kids in her grade encouraged to vote for her. Days and days flew by, and more kids were voting for the future President of student council. The day has come. The new President of student council is revealed! The students in the school gathered in the auditorium waiting impatiently for the winner to be announced as all the runners are standing front and center on stage. Summer felt her heart beating faster and faster. Her palms sweating. Stomach feeling empty and nausea running through her body. “And now… Your President of Fort Hamilton High School is… Summer Mitchell!” “Oh my goodness! Really?!” After hearing her name being called as the winner, weight from Summers shoulders were lifted, and all the stress and work she put into running for student council has finally paid off. “Congrats Summer! I’m so happy for you!” Riley congratulated as she gave a big hug to Summer! “Thank you so much Ri!” Summer thanked. “Hi Summer, congrats on winning President! I’m throwing a party tonight to celebrate your win, bunch of other kids will be there. Will you and Riley?” A student in Summer’s grade named, Aaron, asked. “Definitely! Thanks!” Summer replied with an excited tone in her voice. On Summer’s speedwalk home, she began to realize what she may have got herself into. Kids will most likely be drinking and doing drugs at this party, will I? Summer thought to herself. After thinking about whether or not she should go, a part of Summer’s bad thoughts were taking over her innocent little mind. Go to the party, it’s the only way you’ll fit in. How can you not show up to a party thrown for you? Don’t be the little loser that everyone will think you are if you are the only one not drinking and doing drugs. Go! The party will be fun and you will be fine! Take a break from all the stress, just relax and have a good time. Everything will be okay after. Summers mind was convincing her like a little devil trying to get her to join the dark side. What’s one night out gonna do to me? She asked herself as she got up to pick out her outfit for the party. The next day at school, Aaron approached Summer and Riley. “You guys are still coming tonight, right?” he asked. “...Yeah… see you at 8.” Summer hesitantly replied. “Are you okay?” Riley confusingly asked. “I don’t know if this is the best place to go Ri” explained Summer. “Relax Summer, as long as you are responsible and safe, everything will be okay.” Riley mentioned. The girls walk back to Summer’s house to get ready for the party. Though first, they must ask Mrs. Mitchell if Summer can go. Summer approached her mother while shaking and barely capable of saying one word to her. “M-m Mom. C-c-could I pleaseeee g-go to a p-p-party tonight?” Summer hesitantly asked from being nervous about what her mother will say, “M-my friend is throwing it, to celebrate me winning student council!” She affirmed. “Absolutely not! I know what goes on at parties and I do not want you near that junk! I worry Summer, whenever I think about drugs or alcohol, I immediately think of your fath-” “I know ma!” Summer interrupted. “But I would never be like that, I won’t do anything bad, I just want to enjoy my Friday night with my friends.” Summer explained. “Well… I guess it’s okay with me. I know you won’t do anything bad.” Mrs. Mitchell replied. “Thanks Mom! Riley and I will be upstairs getting ready.” Summer stated as her and Riley sprint up the stairs eager to get ready. Summer and Riley are finally at Aaron’s house and the first thing that hits Summer is the aroma of the strong alcohol that is making her feel light headed. Aaron stumbled over to Summer lollygaggle and hollered, “Hey you made it! Have a drink” Aaron commanded as he handed Summer a beer. Summer was hesitant, though she looked at Riley and noticed she was already having a drink. Summer was also listening to the evil part of her mind telling her Drink it! You will feel better! You will fit in! And so she did. One after one Summer was drinking beers until her body couldn’t handle it. Not only the beers but her body also couldn’t handle the drugs she was doing during the party. Riley who was not drunk but did drink a little bit notices Summer intoxicated and under the influence. As Riley reaches out to help Summer, Summer smacks Riley’s hand away and yells at her to leave her alone. “Summer get up right n-” “Conga!” hollered a drunk student who interrupted Riley and yanked her into the conga line. Now was Summer’s chance. She took it. She see’s Riley was pulled away and left her alone, so she sneaks 15 beers into her bag, along with a stash of drugs. Summer struggles, yet manages to leave the party with everyone too drunk to realize, and runs away. Summer feels the only place where she can be alone is behind the abandoned building where her and Riley would watch the Brooklyn Bridge. As she finally reaches the abandoned building it is already 11:30 at night. Summer plops herself on the sidewalk behind the building and falls asleep faster than someone who hasn’t slept in their own bed in over a year. “Knock, knock, knock.” Riley banged on Summers apartment door awakening Mrs. Mitchell. “Have you seen Summer? I don’t know where she went after the party and I am worried for her! Please tell me you’ve seen her!” exclaimed Riley “This whole night I thought she was with you!
I fell asleep and forgot to call to see when she is coming home but now I don’t know when that will be! We have to find her!” commanded Mrs. Mitchell. As Riley and Mrs Mitchell set out to find Summer, the sun began to rise and is already 5:30 a.m. Time is flying by and still no sight of Summer. As Summer’s eyes slowly, yet finally open from her sleep after being so intoxicated, she does not remember a thing except for drinking, and a dark creature pulling her over to the drinks and drugs. Though this creature that Summer is imagining is her mind being controlled by bad thoughts, forcing Summer to make the wrong decision. As Summer continues to sit on the sidewalk, a police car pulls up in front of her. Terrified as to what might happen to her, Summer slowly crawls back. “Hands up where I can see them!” Hollered the cop as he makes his way towards Summer. He snatches her bag from her hand that contained 15 beers and drugs. “You’re under arrest, underage drinking, illegal use of drugs, on the streets intoxicated! Do you realize what you could have done to yourself?” the cop asked. Summer realized how big of a problem she was in and how dangerous the situation was, tears began to run down her face. Summer felt the handcuffs nearly cutting off the circulation of her wrist because of how tight the police officer locked them. Being placed in the police car backseat, Summer thinks about her mom and how she lied by saying nothing bad was going to happen and she wasn’t going to do anything. Not only did Summer realize she disappointed her mom but she also disappointed
herself. “Here we are young lady. Brooklyn Police department. I’ll let you get to know the prisoners first to see if you really want to stay here.” explained the cop. He knew Summer is a typical young teen who wants to fit in and do the same bad stuff other kids do, though he decides to bring Summer to the jail to show her how it’s like and where she could have ended up. “Here are some of our prisoners that’ll tell you how it is here in jail.” announced the cop. Summer sat with 4 prisoners who terrified her and told her how brutal prison is, though the fifth prisoner who came to talk to Summer, had something very important to say. As he walked over, Summer stared him up and down gazing at his features that she is very familiar with, the scar above the lip, the crystal blue eyes, the freckle on the eye. This was no ordinary prisoner. This was Summer’s father. “Hi Summer.” he greeted. “Dad?” Summer asked as her voice began to crack from being so emotional. “Yes, I just wanted to tell you and your mom that I’m sorry I ended up this way. I’m sorry I treated you both with such disrespect. I’m sorry I walked out… And I’m sorry to see you here like this. Sums, you are a good girl and believe me I know you are, I saw how proud you made your mother. Why are you following my footsteps? Why are you doing this to yourself? You have so much more to live for, and you can’t let something like this take all of that away from you. Believe me, being in here is the worst thing to ever imagine. If I can go back in time and change everything about me I would. Please Sums, do me and yourself a favor, don’t be like me.” Mr. Mitchell begged as he broke down into tears. “Alright inmate you’ve had enough to say to her, time to go back in the cell.” commanded the cop. “Please no! I want to talk to him more! Let him go please that is my dad!” Summer begged as her dad was being pulled away. “I promise I will make the most of my life, I will be the most amazing person I know and I will not disappoint you or mom! Dad!” Summer exclaimed as she gave a promise to her father. Summer was finally taken home, and when she reached her door, she did not care about the germs on the doorknob. She pushed the door open and ran into the apartment to find her mom crying in her room. As they both saw each other they immediately gave a warm hug and cried into each other's arms. “I’m sorry mom I really am! I regret drinking and doing drugs and running away I swear it will never happen again I learned my lesson please forgive me!” Summer exclaimed as she worded everything as quick as she can in one sentence. “ I forgive you and I love you, but please explain to me what happened and how you learned your lesson?” Mrs. Mitchell asked. “Well let me start off by saying it was an extremely special person who helped me change my mind.” And so, Summer and her mother sat down in the dining room together and talked away about Summer’s father, how she saw him, and even mentioned old stories about him. Summer felt as grateful as a kid on Christmas day, to be home sweet home.
One Fat Summer by Robert Lipsyte, is a very good book for teenagers that feel insecure about themselves and have low self-esteem. In the book they will read about a young boy name, Bobby who overcomes his fears of being fat and being bullied by Willie, one that is much stronger then him physically, but not emotionally. The basic theme of this story is to stand up for yourself no matter the situation.
That same night police forced their way into Mapp’s home with a mock search warrant. An officer produced a document claiming it to be a search warrant. Mapp grasped for the paper, but an officer seized it and cuffed her for “non compliance.” Police continued their search through her daughter’s room, M...
The school board tried to tell Anne the way things should be ran in the school, even when they were desperate for her to teach their kids in the secluded town they all found themselves in. The school board needed an educati...
The Red Summer of 1919 proved that any movement wanting to challenge general American capitalism must endorse anti-racist demands as a fundamental step to the organization of the working class.
...ilies’. Michael Wamsley and Janelle Hornsby were almost killed themselves because they driven on the highway after addicting meth; moreover, they were still high many hours, the police came and rescued them. Janelle’s mother thought the behavior that her daughter did is such a waste of time. If Wamsley and Janelle haven't addict to meth in the party, they will never face the accident; still, their family will never lose hope on their child.
Tragedy, however, almost strikes as the narrator takes this break from reality. As the family reaches Miles City, Montana, the two young children become captivated by the thought of swimming in a refreshing pool. No adults are aloud into the pool area during the lunch break, but the children are still able to take a swim with the lifeguard present. As the narrator steps out of sight, the youngest girl’s curiosity captures her, and she almost drowns in the pool. Meg had nearly submerged before the mother had a vague premonition that something on this afternoon is very wrong. Running toward the pool, the girl’s parents reach her in time, but this incident seeps much deeper as the mother gains wisdom and identity from the experience.
Her eyes were heavy, her body weak. As she crawled into the bathroom two feet away, Abby felt her body slowly succumbing to the numbness. All of her pain would be gone in less than 10 minutes, so why would she want to turn back? What about the senior trip Abby had planned with her best friend? What about the chair at the dinner table that would now be vacant? A couple of hours later Abby’s family came home from her little sister’s soccer game. Little did they know what they would find as they approached the top of the stairs. Her little sister, Ali, stood still as she looked down at her feet. There on the cold floor lay her big sister, her role model, and her super hero. Ali was crushed when she saw the pill bottle in her hand and the pale color of her skin. Her mom fell to her knees screaming and crying, wondering where she
Arriving at Lacey’s house I walk to the backdoor letting myself into the house. Lacey was putting on tanning lotion in the kitchen, “Lacey,” I called to her, “my mom wants me to pick up snacks for the beach, do you want to go into town with me?”, “Sure,” she replied, “do you mind if my cousin comes with us?”, “Of course I don’t mind,“ I answered, “but we have to get moving, my dad only left me the car to use ‘til noon.”
As school comes to a closing, children start to get excited. They get to play outside, sleep in, and also not have to worry about tedious school work. But for some, summer vacation isn’t such a good thing. In Anna Quindlen's essay “School’s Out for Summer,” she explains how summer can be a struggle for some families. When school is in session, kids get lunch and if they come to school early, breakfast too. When school ends, families that can’t afford to feed their kids, have to find different way to get food. Quindlen does a great job persuading the readers as to why summer break isn’t such a good thing. In her essay she uses statistics, provides solutions people are trying to do, and she also uses pathos in her essay.
Her roommate, a seventeen-year-old girl named Andrea, is a recovering heroin addict who also has a history of self-harm. At first, Gwen refuses to have anything to do with the treatment programs and denies that she even has a drinking problem. One day, Jasper shows up to visit and slips her a bottle of Vicodin. The two then proceed to sneak away from the rehab facility for a day of partying. That night, Gwen returns clearly intoxicated and makes her way to her bedroom. The next day, she is confronted by Cornell, the rehab facility director and fellow recovering addict. He informs her that she has broken the rules of the facility and is being kicked out and sent to jail. Gwen becomes infuriated and continues to deny that she has a problem with alcohol and states that she can quit if she had the desire. She storms out of Cornell’s office and off to her room where she rummages through a tissue box to find her stash of pills. Gwen proceeds to take a pill of Vicodin, but spits it back out before swallowing. She then tosses the remaining pills in the bottle out the window proving to herself she does not need
As the car spun, all of my best memories played in my mind: my father teaching me about the solar system, the birth of my siblings, the first time I rode a bicycle, the day my parents decided to be together again, my graduation, the day I was notified I had won the Walton Scholarship, my first day in the United States, among others. Once Kaela, my roommate, and I, were able to leave the fuming car, we crawled to the edge of the road to lie on the ground and assess our injuries. Two ladies that were driving by, came to our rescue and took us to the hospital. During the entire ride to the hospital, as I struggled to remain conscious, I could not help but repeat, “Please Kaela, tell them not to send me back to Honduras, I need to help my family.”
In “I Know What You Did Lat Summer”, written by Lois Duncan, there are five major characters. Their names are Julie, Helen, Barry, Ray, and the killer (we will find out his name at the end of the book). Last summer all four of them (Julie, Helen, Barry, Ray) went to a party, on the fourth of July, and hit a boy with their car on the way home from the party. They had been drinking and had used some drugs so if they had stayed at the accident, they would be put in jail. They called the police and then leaved the seen.
Bailey was at school when she received a flyer to win a trip to the school of arts.Bailey is a 12 year old girl with flowing golden red hair, and eyes blue like the ocean.The flyer she received was for a prestigious art school where you get to explore your talents.She loves fashion she makes half her own clothes and some for her best friend. She looked at the flyer and then at the clock already thinking of her design one that would wow the world.She sat there thinking the class seemed to last forever. She was counting the seconds for the bell to ring. Finally,BRING BRING BRING! She packed her bag and raced home she couldn’t wait to get started.
I agree and think that we should not have that long of a summer when we can just have more breaks but shorter. When summer is that long then what is the point of going back to school because we forget everything anyways during that long break. So I believe we should have a fall break during Thanksgiving, a winter break during Christmas, a summer break that’s not as long, and a spring break.
...e greatest prank in our school’s history. And she stopped Mrs. DeCostia from stealing from Mrs. Redrik” Then he took my hand and led me down the hall, past all of my friends, to the stairs. I stopped. “What was that for?” “I was just giving credit where credit was due.” He slipped his hand into his pocket and pulled out a rather large ring. “You knew the whole time?!?” “Yeah when we and Matt moved the desk it fell out and I picked it up, I was waiting to give it back until DeCostia got busted.” “Oh my god…” “Anyway, what are we doing tonight? Movies, ice-cream, maybe some pizza?” “We’re hanging out tonight?” “Yeah I have to hang out with my girlfriend to celebrate the undermining of our psycho home wrecking teacher.” “Your girlfriend?” “Yeah...” He said into my hair as he put his hands around my waist and pulled me closer to him “Who else would I hang with tonight?”