I scuffled through the hallway trying my very best to remain unnoticed but it was extremely difficult since I had enough books in my hands to fill a library. I finally trudged my way through the crowded halls and made it to my locker. I placed my 5 textbooks on the ground, English, Math, History, Science, and Spanish. I reached my hand out to the lock and tried to remember what my combination was. I don’t think things could get any worse. My arms ached from having to lug so many books from the front office to the second floor so I stretched my arms. “AHHHH!” I spun around and gasped. “I’m so sorry,” I stammered and bent down to pick up her stuff. “DON’T TOUCH MY StUFF!” I looked up and to my horror, I was standing face to face with Janessa …show more content…
I asked you a question!” Janessa bellowed. I raced into the office and asked Mrs. Parkinson (the 8th grade principal) if I could call home. I hoped my father would answer but to my surprise, my mom was still home. “Hello,” my mom said on the other end. “Mom, can you pick me up from school today?” I asked trying to hold back tears. “Why you just got there?” my mom asked waiting for an answer. I explained to my mom about how Janessa was making fun of my locket and how I didn't want to be bothered with her taunts. Tears started rolling down my cheeks and for some reason, I couldn't stop them from flowing. “Honey, you have to learn to stand up for yourself. You can't hate something because someone else does. The locket I gave to you this morning is supposed to help you not be hidden underneath your jacket. Stand up for yourself sweetheart. Don't let someone else control your life,” the call dropped and I finally understood what I had to do. “Thanks mom,” I whispered to myself and walked out of the office. “Awwww, the little baby was crying,” Janessa giggled. I tried walking past her but she blocked my path. I untucked my locket from underneath my shirt and glared at her. “Move Janessa,” I
grade, I rushed to the office, only to see my God Mother waiting for me. She
The doctor took my mom outside of the room to tell her this; but little did they know the walls were super thin and I could her hear every word she said clearly. I was only in fourth grade so I wasn’t sure how to react. My mom and the doctor walk back into the room pretending like nothing really happened. The next thing you know, my mom and I are leaving.
I hear the sound of a group of girls walk in. I turn around and it’s Bridget Clark and her friends. I see her look at me and I’m quite nervous. She starts heading towards me and bumps into me. I think about how much I hate her. I really despise that girl.
“Do you wanna go back to homeroom yet?” she asked me. I shook my head, afraid that opening my mouth to talk would cause me to start crying all over again.
It was just my luck to be seated in a row chair uncomfortably close to the front. The volume grew, along with the temperature, every second as more students crowded into a classroom, which only had enough space for the population of one class. As the teachers tried to squeeze more people through the doorway, I twisted around in my seat to scan the faces in the room. I sighed internally and slouched down into my seat when I spotted my friends far from my location. I was on my own. I glanced up at the impossibly slow minute hand on the clock. This was going to be a long day.
I felt shocked and a huge amount of anger mounting up inside me. I walked
Under the dim light, I took off my crimson colored glasses and rubbed my temple with my shivering hands. Overwhelmed by my sudden rage, I turned my backpack upside down and shook all my books onto the floor. I treated all my school supplies as an outlet for my anger by throwing them against the wall and listened to the melodic cracking sound when they fall to the ground. After the devastated emotional storm, my room was the no man's land for pens and pencils. and backpack and paper were just collateral damage.
"Mom," she spoke as she felt her eyes filling up with tears. "I'm sorry..I'm so sorry." she cried as she laid against her
Her angelic face glowing with innocence as I held her on my lap. “Mom, It going to be alright, don't cry. I love You.” She whispered.
Later that splendid morning, my mom did some laundry while I joyfully watched television in one of two living rooms they had. All of a sudden my aunt bellowed from the
It’s 5:30 AM. The alarm beeps at a steady pace as Cassandra slowly awakens. She slammed the snooze button, and let out a groan. Cassandra didn’t hate mornings, or waking up, but she did hate school.
Driving down the 405 Freeway into downtown Los Angeles, my eyes are ardently focused on the sky above me. "Look! There's one!" I exclaim, to no one in particular. The stretch of freeway that borders Los Angeles International Airport is my favorite piece of road in the entire state of California because the airplanes coming in to land at LAX fly right over the cars stuck in LA traffic, and thus, right over my head. Every imaginable type of commercial aircraft, from huge Boeing 777's to comparatively smaller Airbus A320's, fly into the airport. I love seeing the huge airplanes whiz right over my head, just a couple hundred feet above my widened eyes. Due to my opportune vantage point directly below the airplanes, I can see their full wingspan
It all started with a call that my grandpa was in the hospital very unstable. We went to the hospital to find my grandma being tougher than ever, as always, trying to be strong for the kids. After a few days in the hospital the doctor claimed we could take grandpa home and keep him at bed rest with a hospice. It was a change nobody was ready for.
Gradually, I got back up and gazed around at the state of my room. It was 03:18a.m