I was Sampson in our own school parody of Romeo and Juliet. I did all I could do to keep myself from jumping up and down. The rush of accomplishment and joy I felt crashed over me like waves and the pride I felt in myself that could never be taken away. When I was younger I had always been shy, awkward and teased. I started Middle School down on myself.
I was uncertain will I ever be able to make him proud and receive that love that I always dream about. Nov 22nd 2010, it was Dad’s birthday we had very sophisticated dinner that night, but it suddenly changed. Dad called me in his room and asked me about a paper lying on his desk. It was my drawing that I did in graffiti class at school. My heart was beating fast.
If only he had known not to eat so many skittles. So this is the story on how it all started. Once upon a time in a city close close to us called magical Warren, there was a boy named Alex he loved skittles. But one day the boy ate to many skittles and later that day he went outside and saw unicorns puking rainbows, the trees were candy canes and there was blue grass (not the music) and the boy was confused so he went inside. He decided to eat more skittles which wasn’t the best idea.
The date was starting to go badly, after getting the tickets to the movie, he asked me if I wanted something from the snack bar, I was so hungry, but I didn’t want to seem fat, so I told him “no, thank you.” This date was my unforgettable moment, because it was the first date a guy has ever asked me to go out on, but it is also unforgettable for all the little shy mistakes I made in front of him and staying hungry for the whole movie. Vingo’s unforgettable moment is just like my unforgettable moment, because we both had some type of enjoyment when we received the message from that special someone. As Vingo worried about what his wife was going to say, I was worried about how I was going to great my big crush and how not to be shy around him. At the end of the day, both Vingo and I received amazing news and would never forget how nervous and excited we
At five in the morning, my father rolled up in front of my tasteless high school to drop me off for a weekend getaway to Virginia Beach with my beloved band and orchestra. My charismatic friends bolted towards the sight of my father’s silver Buick as I sprung out to wearily, yet excitedly, drag myself into the band room of the unsanitary construction zone, better known as Wethersfield High School. I strode to the ivory room to get my glossy, wooden, semi-professional clarinet, and my light blue monstrosity of a suitcase. Once I retrieved my things, I made my way outside to see the golden sun rising over the horizon, turning the violet sky into a brilliant light blue, to be embraced by the scent of crisp, clean spring air. The forty degree May weather didn’t phase anyone as the plethora of instrumental students began to gather in front of the school in long sleeved t shirts, jeans, and light jackets.
The next day as I come sprinting around the corner of the store, I see this guy covered in makeup. The first thought racing through my head is “it’s Michael Jackson” ,but then I think there’s no way! As I’m galloping home through the park I see this person singing “I want you.” It sounds exactly like Marvin Gaye, but why would he be in town? At last I get home and I’m walking in my house and I hear Fred Astaire’s voice! I think maybe I’m just going crazy so I just go inside.
In my gut i knew i hadn 't done enough but i had enough of letting people walk all over me. He wasn 't the first but he sure as hell was going to be the last. I knew that if i didn 't teach him a lesson that he would do this same thing again to another girl and that 's not fair. So i did what i do best climbed out my window and took my step dad 's car because my mom started sleeping with the keys in her room and went to jason 's house. I knew his parents weren 't going to be home he told me all the time about how they worked nights to take care of his little brothers during the day, i also knew that his brothers were at their grand mothers house like every friday so he was home alone.
The simple task of packing a backpack soon escalated to what students at Wilson Southern Middle School describe as a stampede of buffalo running in a tight canyon. Everyday when the last school bell has rang, eighth grade students rush out of their classes and sprint to the lockers, like tributes in the Hunger Games towards the cornucopia, to pack their belongings and report home. Eighth grade student such as, Abby Meckley was overheard saying that she has been knocked over multiple times trying to get down the stairs to her bus. Abby Meckley’s other fellow students had also pushed and shoved eighth grade student, Rachel Kovach into lockers in the downstairs hallway. Daily, students are reportedly slamming lockers, screaming, shoving people
Knowing what was going to happen, she quit and left town before the meeting happened and didn 't even say goodbye to John. John loved her and he felt like his heart just got ripped out of his chest. The school board kicked John of the basketball team and suspended him. John was mad at his parents and everyone else so he packed his bags and left town to go find Elizabeth. This story relates to Oedipus because John is Oedipus.
Without noticing, we had driven home after the movie and after about two hours, my dad had noticed the dent and asked me what had happened. I told him that my sister had hit the car when she was playing soccer in the street. That day, my sister got an earful of comments from my parents. I had felt bad and guilty for telling so many lies, but I didn’t want to lose my privilege of driving, so I had decided not to confess. Just a few minutes later, the police had arrived at our house along with the driver whose car we had hit.