RIING!! RIING!! RIING!! The bell sounds at Parker Jones Junior High School. 500 6th, 7th, and 8th graders walk through the halls into their first period class. Isabella, one of the most studious students in her 7th grade class, gets her books from her locker eager to get to her first class. She walks confidently despite the constant pushing an shoving throughout the halls. On the other side of the hall was none other than Respusia, the most intimidating person in the hallway. She towered over everybody at 6 feet 5 inches and filled the halls with her 350 pound body. She had a slight mustache on her upper lip and as she went through halls, all the kids could smell her foul stench. She did anything she wanted to with no regard towards anyone safety. Respusia stuffed the …show more content…
She stormed out of the girl’s bathroom ready to face Respusia. She walked outside and was immediately greeted by Respusia. “Where have you been Izzy? Were you scared or something?”. “No Respusia! Actually I have something to say to you in front of everyone. You aren’t as big and strong as you think you are. Actually you are the weakest of us all. I’ve seen how you have treated people throughout this school and I know the secret behind all of this. Your large 300 hundred pound body is nothing but intimidating to us. You bully people to take away from the pressure of you being fat. This is the only way that you can fit in and I can’t believe I was so afraid of someone so weak and ugly”. There was nothing but silence as everyone was waiting for what Respusia would say. But she said nothing. All she could do was just stand there. Everything that she said was true and it was obvious. She was weak, and she did bully people to avoid the fact that she was fat. The crowed cheered for Isabella as Respusia walked off. She couldn’t be more proud of herself knowing that she was able to put down Respusia. Not with her fist, but with the strongest weapon there is, her
The six students met near the part of town where Howleen’s incident occurred. “Are you sure we wanna be out here?” Jackson asked nervously. “This is a really bad part of town.”
She held an intimidating glare that terrified me. She was pretty, don’t get me wrong, but there was no way I planned to challenge her to a fight. Her entire family was full of strong fighters, so I 'd heard. Her sister was head of the Garrison, Katyusha Braginskaya, and her brother was head of the Scouting Legion, Ivan Braginski, so naturally she was brought up as a strong person. "
Other than this and the bravery and courage it took to get through the suitors. She didn’t do that much. She's a hero, but arguably and opinionatedly, she's a background character who had to do what she had to do. A person once said “there is no main character, just many characters doing what they have to, to survive.” (Unknown.)
Throughout the story there were many examples of how she can outsmart people who might think they were above her. She proves that not all heros have to be the stereotypical strong, young man, but can be an old woman with a smart
Freshman year came along and I wanted to attend Sullivan High School. I wanted to come back to my hometown, I was just missing the people I started it all out with in the beginning. My dad and I had all of the paperwork finished already to go for me to attend Sullivan High School in August, but my mom refused and wouldn’t budge to let me go. She didn’t want me going to Sullivan, she wanted me to stay with all of my new friends I had made at Owensville. She thought my best bet would be to stay and proceed to go to OHS.
All of these things were designed to prove her status and fitness as
When it comes to sports my family has many ties to Middletown High School South. In the Going as far back as the 1980’s when my Dad attended the same high school. He was a standout wrestler for the team and was given multiple scholarships to wrestle in college. My family name is everywhere within the trophy rooms and walls of Middletown South. I am the youngest of three children with two older sisters coming through high school before me.
We lived in the North Heights area of Amarillo, across the train tracks and I guess we would considered urban. Growing up in the 60’s we had neighborhood schools, I attended kindergarten at Miss Rosenberg’s Kindergarten, we graduated with white caps and gowns and I was really happy. She was a black woman with a Jewish sounding name, who was our leader who taught us the basic of learning. I attended North Heights Elementary School beginning in first through sixth grade Our high school, Carver High School was forced to close its doors to integrate and become a junior high school by the order the president of the United States. As I mentioned we had teachers that taught us, because they were like us, we didn’t experience a great deal of discipline
Breath was rushing out the kid who wore a Gray and blue uniform, the boy 's hair was black and poked straight up in twisted curls, he had brown eyes that looked like dirt, he was strong and athletic, his name was D’haquille Jones, and I was DhaQuille Jones, staring down at the newly glazed floorboards of John Pickett high school gym. The ref blew the whistle signaling that our time out was over, and all we had was thirteen precious seconds to beat the Valencia high. I jogged onto the court, adrenaline rushing through my body. The ref tossed the ball towards Chris, once he had found the open man he lobbed it over the oncoming defender. Calling for the ball I sprinted around my defender to get open.
At 5:45 AM the alarm on my phone blared some generic default tone that I had never gotten around to changing. This was probably the earliest I’ve ever gotten up in my entire life. I groggily removed myself from the pile of blankets on the floor that I had been sleeping in and headed for the shower, brushed my teeth, washed my face and searched my near empty closet for something to wear on my first day of school. Although I was absolutely exhausted and there was yet to be any furniture in my room, I was thrilled to be transferring to Pattonville High School in midst of my junior year and living in a bigger house in a better community.
As she began her speech, she stated, “They thought that the bullets would silence us. But they failed. And then, out of that silence came, thousands of voices.” In stead of being the victim, she identifies herself as the champion who over came. She also makes it a point to constantly remind the people who she is speaking for .
She was particularly concerned about what would happen next. Secondly, Sophie is also very insecure about a lot of things but she is most insecure about her body. Before leaving she would stare at herself in the mirror and would say “my feet are nice, my ears are nice, my elbows are nice. I was supposed to say beautiful but why push my luck.
Although faced with difficulties with her safety and the safety of her family, Anna showed that she made the right decision every time. In making the right decision, Anna demonstrated the concept of "grace under pressure." Not only did her physical actions showed her ability without not being to let her body shake, Anna also made quick decisions. Those decisions made also used abilities that no one else around her could do, especially while saving her child. Anna really has shown her ability to remain calm and to block out what anyone would
Throughout middle school, I was in a constant struggle from being bullied. These occurrences made me ponder what would happen bullied another; that perhaps the chaos would end. That if I joined them, I wouldn't feel all the hate I was given. It was a battle that could've changed my life, and not for the better. I spent my days huddled in a library, with my books and afternoon tea with the librarian.
It was 1:00 pm when I arrived at Wanamaker Elementary School. Patiently I waited outside the door. When I was finally let inside the classroom, I was welcomed by a mixture of bright smiles and blank stares. Mrs. Stark then introduced me to the class of twenty third graders. After she introduced me to the whole class, I quietly made my way to the back of the class.