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“Get OUT of the CAR!” Dad was yelling at my sister and I. First day of school and we were already getting into trouble. We got on the bus and were greeted by a supernova. He was giant and smelly for a bus driver and he also had a deafening voice. “Welcome on board the Unicorn, you will have a 50 minute magic ride if traffic is good. Now sit down,” he boomed. He started the bus by flooring the accelerator before I even sat down. Traffic did not seem to apply to the behemoth behind the wheel, when someone was in his way he simply jumped the sidewalk. I ended up across the aisle from Ashrell, who I had befriended last year. She looked at me with her hair covering most of her face but I could see she was petrified by the way she was holding on …show more content…
“You are worrying about that bag of make-up? Wow, I thought you knew she was jealous,” I said. With that the bell rang but Ashrell seemed more confident. 5th period came and went without a hitch but when I walked into creative arts everything was different. A soft, deep string instrument was humming, a pine tree forest in wax was on the center table, a cool breeze blew into the hallway. It felt like home to me, I looked around the classroom and found Ashrell being cornered by Cathey. I blew my top, I could hear their conversation and I should have known she would try to get back at Ashrell for being better than her. “Cathey,” she slowly turned, “what did I say earlier about making fun of Ashrell,” I had almost lost my last nerve. Cathey was saved by the bell. She sat across the room from me and Ashrell. “Thanks,” she breathed in my ear as I sat down, I nodded to show that I heard. The teacher name was Mrs. Froglog and she loved music, kids and free time, which meant no homework. Her class was awesome, we listened to music and got to know each other. At the end of class. Cathey stood by the door and knocked Ashrell’s binders to the floor. “Cathey, that was rude and you know you should not have done that,” I
The racecar was not the most creative or what some would call beautifully designed. But the owner and his father worked for weeks on that little wooden block to turn it into something the ten-year-old boy could be proud to race. A previous race showed what needed to be done for a car to make it in the top five. After careful designing, sanding, painting, and graphite the car was finished.
She realized that she had power as a student. She ran, as fast as she could, up the stairs, through the doors that lead to the eighth floor. Kyla ran with confidence, and the frown that was once on her face evolved into an expression that showcased her determination. With the help of her speed and excitement, her tears dried and her frown disappeared. Bursting through the doors of the principal’s office, she gave a quick rundown of every offensive incident from the beginning of the school year to today’s. Her mouth moved faster than anatomically possible; she stumbled over her words, but not enough to the point in which her speech could be misunderstood. Coincidentally, the friend got up from the commons area and also went to the principal’s office only a few minutes thereafter. The two sat harmoniously sat together, doing the right thing. After telling her story, she realized that she should’ve advocated for herself earlier on—leaving the office, she proudly looked back at the principle before crossing through the doorframe that led to the commons. Turning forwards, she thought about how she would tell her story once more. She wanted to tell everyone, but she just didn’t know
Throughout my life, I had always received recognition for being very agile and quick. My first day of Middle School consisted of the track and field coach attempting to persuade me to join the school’s athletics program. I had previously never been apart of an athletics team, and was willing to take advantage of the opportunity. Throughout my three years of middle school, I was the one consistent member of the school’s track and field team and had an overall successful personal record. Coaches from opposing school would praise me leaving me feeling very confident about myself.
It’s September of 2009, the semi-truck is sitting outside with all of our belongings in it, like an airplane waiting to take us away. Today is gloomy and raining as usual, but I know I’m going to miss it. The sun has started going down; we all get into the vehicles we’re designated. Me, my Dad, and Jade our Boxer into the truck, Mom Jaycee and the other animals into the car, and my Aunt Tina and Grandma into their suburban. It’s bitter sweet, I am so excited to go to a new city, new state, new everything, but I’m leaving behind everyone I grew up with. My closest friends who thought I was funny, not weird. Who I consider my brother, Daniel, and my mom’s side of the family all left behind. We begin driving, the truck brakes releasing
“You got him! Nice shot man! You did amazing on it,” my brother congratulated me.
Walkinging into high school on my first day was like entering a new country for the first time. Unlike all the other kids around me I was super calm and a little too excited. Instead of sweaty palms I had shaking arms because I couldn't wait to meet new people and make new friends. That was always my personality so I think I had it much easier than the other kids.
I got on to the bus as fast as I could. I can’t believe we were going to play our rivals for the championship. We were on our way to go to Lake City to play the Titans. It seemed that we were missing somebody but we weren’t. Coach took a head count of the team and we all were on the bus accept for Alex, he broke his foot earlier in the season. Alex and his mom were following us in her van. When Alex got hurt we were lucky to make it to the championship. Alex was our star running back. Him and I were unstoppable when we were about to score. Alex and I are the best of friends. We have been friends since fourth grade. I told him to try football and he did, but he liked soccer. We made a deal I went out for soccer for a year, but he had to go out for football. Ever since he has went out for football. Alex and I have gone out for football for four years and they have been the best four years ever. The bus ride took forever, it seemed like it. The bus so noisy everybody had to yell to be heard. The coach couldn’t even hear the bus driver, and he was right next to the bus driver. We were finally there in Lake City. When we got into the locker room coach said, “Win or lose I want you to play your heart out and no matter what we will leave with our heads held high”. We meet in the hall and somebody on the other team says something nasty, they said, “You guys are going down today”. I wished everybody “good luck today” and “make the better team
I struggle out of bed, and wake up to a chilly winter morning. One of those mornings that make your cheeks redden from the first whip of the cold winter air, and an almost immediate tensing of your muscles. Having no time to spare I have to get into my car without being able to warm it up. Making me have to battle the cold for the six block trip to the high school parking lot to meet up with my friend for our morning ritual of smoking a cigarette. I jump out of my freezing car and get into his S-10 pickup. Today was a little different though, I had a new cd called Monster Magnet that I popped into his cd player to listen to as we drove around. We make our way to the edge of the parking lot being careful not to light our cigarettes before we're out of the view of the cameras.
As I slowly wake to the sounds of ocean waves and the smell of hot chocolate I reach and grab my phone. As I get out of bed and began to get ready I play my favorite songs singing loud and off key without a care in the world. As I walk down stairs the aroma of chocolate chip pancakes fills air. As I sit down to eat the taste dancing on my tongue, I can’t help but smile with glee. Once I finished eating I get in a cab that takes me to rehearsal for dancing with the stars. My partner Sasha Farber and I eminently begin working on our samba. We run through it so many times I feel like I can do it in my sleep.
I looked up to see three cop cars sitting in a row, as though three police officers had said to one another, “Let’s meet at Albertson’s. We’ll line our cars up side by side like we’re at the drive in and watch the show.” The shaking started inside my head. I felt as though my brain started trembling, which caused my head to feel fuzzy and my vision to dim. The rest of my body must have felt left out, because my limbs started shaking right down to my toes and at the same time, became heavy, clumsy, like I was drugged. I don’t think my fingers could have been shaking any more if I was in the final stages of hypothermia. Realization of the magnitude of my stupidity started to dawn on me. I didn’t know what the consequences were going to be, but
I always hear those old sayings. In the course of one day I can hear them about everything from retraining old dogs to getting up early. I think they make sense and I even ponder on some of them, but I never really thought one might mean as much to me, or become as realistic as it has become in my life. The clichés about telling those you love, how you feel, before it is too late and the ones about living every day like it is your last have an all new meaning to me.
Alisa’s long graceful black curls stretched out around her as she shuffled home, her shoulders pained by the weight of her backpack. Her inky eyes darted around, finally reaching her doorstep, looking down at the faded ‘Welcome’. She muttered some vulgar language under her breath, before letting the key click into place, swinging open the front door. Stepping in, the air conditioning washed over her like an cool air bath, and she quickly shut out the heat from outside. The cooled air against her bare skin, she undid untied her shoes and stormed upstairs to her room, quite angry about something- homework to be exact.
I collected the folders from the students as each of them went back inside the classroom to get their snacks. As I received each of the individual folders, every student said thank you. As the students were playing, I noticed most of the girls play together with jump ropes as the boys play with a soccer ball. We returned to the classroom, and Ms. Anton had all the students sit on the carpet. She read from a piece of paper about Johnny Appleseed.
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
I often think of Robert Frost’s phrase, “I took the road less traveled by” when brushing against dirt, rocks, or grass on a trail. While following a single stretch of a path, whether that road leads in a curve or in a straight line, I notice a myriad of branches to trails that I normally classify as detours. Is that what Robert Frost means when he says he traveled a road less traveled by others?