Analise looked out the car window on her way to school. The sun had not yet raised, but the weatherman had said it would be a sunny day. She dreaded arriving to her small school, in her small town, in her small state of Rhode Island. It was a quiet town and not much happened, but word traveled fast. If the Wisner’s air conditioning wasn’t working, for instance, the whole town would know by the end of the day, along with who would fix it and how much it would cost. “I hope you have a great day at school!” her mother cheered, peering through the rearview mirror. Ana quickly snapped out of her funk, smiled big and replied, “Thanks, Mom. I will.” Her mom was her best friend, but she didn’t know how bad things were at school. Analise walked into homeroom and sat down in her spot, right in the middle of the room. She’d hoped sitting there would get her noticed, but even with her unusually bright red hair and abundance of freckles, she was amazed by how few people could tell her name, if asked, in a town where everyone knows everyone. She listened to some of the other kids’ conversations, since she didn’t have one of her own. “Want to come over after school?” “Sure, but I have to ask my dad.” “How lame.” “I know, right?” She cupped her chin in her hand and wondered how people could have such silly conversations as her teacher, Ms. Finkler, began to lecture the class on proper hygiene. Apparently the boys had been having toilet paper fights in the bathroom again. Analise’s mind began to wonder. I swear, someday I’ll run away from this place. I’ll run and run and I won’t look back. I’ll just keep running until I get to a big town with lots of people, lots of friends. Ana often thought like this, but she knew in the back of her head it w... ... middle of paper ... ...me to school a few minutes early. She was wearing her usual, a T-shirt and jeans. As she walked through the hallway she didn’t hear anymore mean names. Nobody tried to make her fall, or embarrass her at all. Instead she heard a “Hi” or “Hello” from every few people she passed. She said hi back to all of them. Why is everyone being so nice today? She thought. She met up with Zack and his friends, who had all, began to like her. The day went on as normal, at least normal to everyone but Analise, who loved her new life. Every day Ana went to school more people talked to her. Now that they had noticed her they realized that she wasn’t so bad. She began to make more and more friends. She forgot about all the bad things that had happened and just focused on how great things were right then. Analise knew that after all that had happened, everything was going to be alright.
Ana’s home is safe and she feels safe in it, however, she lives in a dangerous neighborhood. Anan’s living situation is a source of resilience as she enjoys the family unity. Ana is aware of community services available to her; Ana uses the public transportation system to get around her neighborhood. She says that she is aware of services available to her community.
After six years, she finally earned it. She was now a typical American teenager. She was even what you would consider a “popular kid”. She had her friends, and her thick accent was not so thick anymore, even if it was not gone. However, there was still one thing that separated her from the rest of her group, and every time she introduced herself to a new person she knew that.
cold, harsh, wintry days, when my brothers and sister and I trudged home from school burdened down by the silence and frigidity of our long trek from the main road, down the hill to our shabby-looking house. More rundown than any of our classmates’ houses. In winter my mother’s riotous flowers would be absent, and the shack stood revealed for what it was. A gray, decaying...
Rena Cohen had returned from camp high-spirited, anticipating her long-awaited senior year of high school. With only two days left to catch up with her friends, Rena called Malka Koenig and Lizzy Zimmerman and set up to see them at Cafe Bonjour. She couldn’t wait to hear how Malka enjoyed her lessons in computer programming and how Lizzy enjoyed her stay in camp. At the cafe, Rena realized something was wrong. Lizzy and Malka looked uncomfortable around each other and after just a few minutes, Malka got up and walked out. Lizzy refused to tell Rena what was wrong, so Rena got up and left too. When school began, things only got worse. Malka insisted that Rena was her best friend, Lizzy insisted that Rena was her best friend, and Rena wasn’t so sure she was friends with either of them. One thing was for certain: they were no longer the inseparable threesome everyone envied. As her year progressed, Rena grew more and more distant from her once undisputed friends. Their silence baffled her and she felt lost in the crowd; by twelfth even the loners had found their place in the grade. Malka became close friends with Tzipporah since they were both G.O. heads. Lizzy became friends with a girl named Riva. One day Malka approached Rena and told her she wanted to tell ...
Masten. What are your names?” the new teacher greeted when he saw Maya and Farkle enter the classroom. He was a bit concerned that the girl was hiding her face and using her friend as a guide. “I am Farkle Minkus, and this is my best friend, Maya Hart.” Farkle introduced while motioning with his free arm. Mr. Masten nodded. The former teacher, Mr. Matthews, had left detailed notes on all the students especially these two. “Pleased to meet you. If you want to take your seats, we will get started in a few minutes.” Mr. Masten suggested before turning his attention to another group of students entering the classroom. Farkle led Maya and deposited at her desk. The fourteen year old had yet to uncover her eyes. Maya slowly lifted her head and looked at Farkle. “Sit in Riley’s desk.” she whispered. Farkle felt funny as he obeyed Maya’s request; he had become accustomed to sitting in the desk behind Riley. It was almost felt like a violation of friendship by sitting in Riley’s old
The night before, I didn’t practice my English so I knew what to say. By now, I knew most of the words, so I would just let my heart guide me. Besides, my cramped old house, which is actually just a junky garage in an abandoned alley, is too small to let out my feelings. Once I got to school after a cold walk in the snow, I placed myself by her locker and waited. Fourteen minutes had gone by, and still no sign of Lily. I only had a minute to get to class now, so I hurriedly collected myself and ran to my locker. I was disappointed, knowing that without Lily here, it would be the hardest day of school. I opened my locker and to my surprise a note fell to the floor. I quickly picked it up and gazed at the neat handwriting that clearly spelled my name.
The small legs that whisked back and forth in the open space of the vehicle were full of energy. The young girl spent the day with the two people she admired the most. A bigger version of herself sat in the passenger seat with her husband driving next to her. They laughed over conversation. Every so often, the girl would stick thin fingers against her mother’s shoulder to receive her attention. She would say something trivial and obvious, but her mother would still entertain her. She absorbed every phrase her daughter said as if each filled her with a tremendous joy and was the greatest thing ever spoken. Her mother had selected a black dress for her today with a large white ribbon tied around her midsection. Her hair had been combed back in two braids so that the tips were touching her shoulder blades. They were coming home late from a Christmas party at church.
"Mom, I'm so glad that you're awake." Becca cried, she maneuvered around her mother's I.V's wrapping her arms around her. Becca pulled back from her mother, she pulled out the chair under the desk and took a seat then placed her hands over her mom's.
“Yes Aunt Sarah. Thank you for taking her on such short notice.” Mrs. Chipley replied in relief as she waved goodbye.
He meandered down the road, expecting to see some merchants or really anything, but there was nothing. He had figured this was a very small town, but he had not expected this. It was practically deserted. The sun was setting as he walked to his small living area, and out of nowhere, a young woman ran past him. He tried stop her to see what was going on, but she was quick and didn’t look back. He kept on walking to his hotel, wondering about the girl and why she was alone and was in such a hurry. When he arrived at his room, he took a short nap so that he would not be tired for his job that night, whatever it was. When he woke up, the small clock in his room read 9:30 pm. He lumbered out of his bed and started walking over to the farm where he and the farmer were supposed to meet. The air was cooler than during the day, but not cold. It was actually a fairly nice night for a walk. He went to the field to meet the
The first day of high school was one of the most terrifying experiences I have ever had. The large buildings, the mass amount of students, the cliques the students formed and everything else made my stomach flutter with uneasiness. It was the first day of high school and I had no friends, no one to walk with in the halls and get lost with. There was no one to make me look less of a loner. Each class was not as bad as I thought; the worst part of that first day was lunch. Questions such as, who am I going to sit with? Should I get lunch? Where should I eat lunch? Should I sit with that girl I met in first period, raced through my head as I walked toward the cafeteria. But as I entered what people called the quad, I saw three girls that I just met during water polo practice in the summer. It was at that moment that I felt the need to be “accepted” by those girls. The same need and desire that Christina felt toward Baby Annie in “Corsage.” I began hanging around them after that day. Wherever they went, I went, whatever they did, I did; it soon got to the point where our coach and friends beg...
My hands were sweating and all eyes were on me, I felt a burning hole in my stomach. Who knew that day would change who I would become? A new period of my life began, one that I seemed prepared for, but which later lead my world to come crashing down. I had to begin all over. Everything I knew, nothing helped. In a classroom where I was supposed to feel secure and eager to learn, I felt empty, lost, invasive. Every day, I entered a room where no one understood me because we didn't speak the same language. Communication is key for any form relationship, and I just didn’t belong. I felt like an alien on Earth or the freak in the freak show. My teachers and peers viewed me
“Thank you Mom. I know it’s not easy for you to cope up with this. I’m very glad that you understand me. You don’t know how much this means to me. I’m so lucky to have all of you. I couldn’t ask for more," that ended the conversation.
She seemed like a whole new girl. “Bullying At School” mentions that a simple hello or smile can change a person’s life, and in this moment, I felt the change in her attitude, personality, and overall presence (2). It seemed that the simplest acts I did seemed to make a world of difference to her. Graduation day, 2015, I sat in my chair watching all of my friends prepare to walk the stage. As the ceremony began, I saw the girl from that day climb the stairs to the stage and begin to speak. She was our Valedictorian. She began, “Dear fellow graduates. I can’t call you my friends because most of you do not even know I exist. My name is Sam Carter. I am your below average student that didn’t fit in like the rest of you. I had one friend and you know who you are. I was gratefully introduced to a friend earlier this year in a crucial time of my life. Everything was piling up and I was being bullied at school. She came into my life at just the perfect time and saved me. The day she helped me pick up my books and stood up for me in the hallway before class was the day that I was going home to end it. My life meant nothing to anyone. I had my goodbye letter written out, the rope in my room, and had my goodbyes said and that day, she showed me that I wasn’t alone and that someone cared for me. The simple things you did for me changed my view on this world. You saved my life. As I
"Oh, come on. Don't be shy. You know what? Your mother would be very proud of you. Look at how far you've come." She placed her hand on my shoulder smiling. "I mean, it was obvious how much pain you were still in from your parents passing away," she acted like she was wiping away tears. "And now you're planning homecoming. Your parents would be so proud of you."