I once knew a girl in middle and high school who was quite peculiar. I'm not saying every kid was normal during this period of their developing lives, but this girl was definitely strange. She looked just like any other student, with tan skin and long brown hair. Her eyes were light green and they shimmered in the flourescent classroom lighting. She wore a different dress every day; I wasn't sure if she even owned one pair of pants. Regardless, she didn't look as bad as her personality suggested. For whatever reason, she was very quiet and preferred to sit alone. I didn't question this, as I went through this in elementary school. By middle school, I had formed many new friendships. One thing I noticed about this girl, though, was that she …show more content…
The air felt heavy and I felt as if something tragic was going to happen. I pulled down the sleeves of my jacket and glanced around the room. And then I saw her. I was so confused; why the hell was she in my class? What does whe want? Who even is she?! To my delight, the teacher addressed the girl by her name and politely asked her to leave. The girl's name was Miranda. After school on the day before spring break, a boy confronted me and told me how he felt. I was shocked. I had nothing to lose, so I eagerly accepted his feelings. He held my hand as he walked me to my bus, and hugged me before I departed. "Have a nice break," he said, smiling. Then all of a sudden, he began to choke, and blood dribbled from his mouth and got on my jacket. "What the hell?!" I yelled. I grabbed his shoulders and stared, astonished, at his face, as he silently pleaded for help. I couldn't handle looking at him anymore and I was frozen in shock, so I let him fall to the ground. The person behind him was exposed, holding a bloody pocket knife and that damn black spiral notebook. Miranda. I screamed, and students looked over at me, wondering what the commotion was about. Miranda stuffed the pocket knife in her notebook, keeping her eyes on me, and then she walked away, covering a blood stain on her dress with her …show more content…
She said yes and that she was already on her way, so I wished her luck. Anxiety took over after three hours, though. I had expected her to text me details of what had happened. I assumed her phone died, but that didn't relieve my anxiety. Then my mind wandered to other possibilities... What if she got kidnapped? What if her bus got in a collision? What if she just didn't go? I couldn't stay, still, so I decided to make myself a late lunch. Then, my phone vibrated. I checked it immediately: "1 new message: Bridget: Hey! Sorry I didn't text back earlier, my phone died. Everything went well. " A wave of relief washed over me. I was able to eat my lunch in peace. I grabbed the TV remote and turned the TV on. I switched to the news channel to see if anything had yet been settled with Miranda, but the news broadcasts only made me cringe. "At 11:24 this morning, sixteen year old Bridget ***** was witnessed being stabbed brutally by an unidentified teenage girl wearing a short lavender dress and sandals. Her face was covered, but she was noted as being about 5'6" with a "nice tan" and long brown hair. If anybody sees her around, please report her to the police
It was a cold, rainy day. I could see most of the kids at the bus stop had winter coats and hats. The clouds were particularly low in the sky. After evading the numerous puddles in the road, I reached the bus stop and walked up to a group of friends. A girl in my class spotted me and asked, "Are you going to the dance tomorrow?"
The busses are cramped bus on bus on bus. Seven o’clock hits and Ms. Brandy waves her hand signaling to the students off. Myself being a student, get off with the herd of students and walk underneath the school, which is covered with navy blue seats. I approach Ms. Jones with a bit of nervousness running through my veins. The reasons was because I never had a class with her until this year and I did not have a very close connection with her.
When I opened my eyes, I could see a pool of blood on the neon green course. I reached my hands down to lift myself up, but all I could see was the splattered blood on my baby blue jeans. I heard my date rush to my side to lift me up and carry me inside. My head was spinning so fast and I couldn’t think straight. Panic sunk in as soon as I saw my butchered nose in the mirror. This wasn’t something I could hide. My first reaction was to call my sister to let her know what happened, but also see if she could redeem me from my lie. To my advantage, her and her fiance were in Evansville already. Although I knew I needed to go to the hospital as soon as possible, I met up with Haley first. She rushed me to the emergency room and called my
It's November, the shittiest month of the year. The past couple days have been absolute hell, I started walking around in my trench coat with the rest of the group and almost everyday we get attacked by the jocks, the odd thing is, Mary never gets attacked. She always gives a certain look to them, like a signal. I could be tripping though, cause I did get my head stomped on the last time I saw her give the look, so it could possibly just be my imagination. As me, Riley, and Boyd were walking through the lunchroom we noticed something peculiar, "What in the fucking hell is that?" said Boyd. He was talking about a large group of students gathered in a circle, shouting. We run over and push through the crowd. Once we are through we see a kid fighting
I walk through the doors to the fourth building, aiming towards the bathroom but instead, continue to the hallway next to the library and sit across and diagonal from this girl who always makes me curious with the way she looks, the way she acts.
As I regained my consciousness, my face was throbbing with pain and my nose was bleeding. I tried to clean the blood off my face, but realized my hands and legs were tied up. I sat upright and looked around me. My house was a mess; everything was either broken, or gone. . . . I had been robbed.
When I got there I saw my teacher, so I went to talk to her. Hey Ms.Wilborn what is my average in your class? “Marilyn you have an 80 in my class.” Ms.Wilborn is there a chance you can give me make up work, because I don’t like the grade I am averaging in your class “Sure but Marilyn you’re doing great
I felt a shock go through my body as I numbed up. “Wh wha what did she want?” My math teacher Mrs. Armstrong was worried about me and the fact that I do all the work in class and homework and when it comes time to take a test I fail. My teacher was willing to let me retake my test.
she was smart enough to be in our class and understand what was being taught. As time when on
There were ten other students in my class and they were friendly, but I did not know any of them. There was a tall and skinny, blonde girl named Haleigh who was so kind to me. She introduced herself to me and told me the names of all the other students in the
I tilted my head up,my eyes turned wide. When I had looked up, I saw all these new faces and My brain was on overload. I suddenly see a face that I recognize. Our eyes locked immediately. Footsteps clack until they reach me. It's an old elementary friend. We walk around trying to figure out where our classes are. I found my first period. She wishes me luck and walked off. I walk in. I could hear my heart racing in my ear.....
The teacher of the class was the department head, Mrs. K. We called her "the K'ster." She was a fairly short, roly-poly woman - the kind that are supposed to be so nice and call you "sweetie" and "dear." But she didn't. She wasn't mean, but she didn't take excuses, and that was made very clear to us early on. If we didn't work in her Honors AP class, we could kiss our seat goodbye. According to her, there was a list of people just waiting to get into the class. The K'ster always carried around a water bottle. Every time she spoke, she would get two words ou...
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
The bell rang, which meant that class was starting. A second after the ringing, walked in the teacher. Her name was Mrs. Polzin. She was short and chubby, and had a low voice. She had short dark brown hair and blue eyes. Jimmy disliked her and believed she was from a different planet. Jimmy had her as a teacher for 3 years; since 3rd grade and had never liked her.
Once they all went to their rooms to unpack their bags they heard a bloodcurdling scream and ran outside of their rooms to see what had happened. They all cleared the hallways as the teachers were running to see what all the commotion was. Everyone could tell there was something wrong when they saw their teacher’s faces while running back down the hall minutes later.