“Jack, stop!” He kept inching towards me and despite the shooting through my head and arm, I started to run as fast as I could. I heard Jack clamber after me, but he seemed to slip on the rug and I got a head start. I sprinted around a corner, finally seeing my freedom and cried out in
My teacher asked me my schedule, the papers I got in homeroom and she explained everything for me her voice comforted me. It was all my fault I didn’t bother to look at the papers and my schedule. I learned that it’s always worthy to follow directions. She told me to go to my second period. I got up and started walking to the door everyone’s eyes were on me with nervousness on one hand and fear on the other, I reached for the door knob.
Sweaty palms, watery eyes, stomach in knots, throat feeling as if it is slowly and painfully closing, all of your body is shutting down in fear. As a seventh grader nothing seemed cooler than hanging out with high school students; they were older, mature and experienced. Strolling through the crème colored hallway, observing the jealousy burn in the eyes of your peers, Checking the vibration in your pocket just to see another Facebook notification reading you have received more likes on the pictures you took while hanging out with the older students, nothing made one feel more superior than this. Throughout my entire life I had always longed to be seen as older than I was, I wanted to be all grown up by the age of five. I yearned for the freedom of not having to listen to my parent’s nag and throw out commands that they demand me to complete.
I have always been paranoid. I sleep with three lamps on since I’m deathly afraid of the dark, and have pepper spray with me every day that I walk home from school. I can almost never stay home alone, because of my fear of kidnappers and robbers breaking in. Scary movies are not my thing at all and on halloween I prefer to stay home and pass out candy. My biggest fear of all though, are the popular girls at school.
In the novel, her mother dies when she was going to visit her cousins in Idaho. Her mother does not drive herself to Idaho because she has a trouble with driving alone. As a result, she takes the bus and unfortunate things happen to her. The bus experiences a tremendous accident which causes her mother dies. At the same time, Sal remarks that “I prayed that we would not be in an accident (I was terrified of cars and buses) and that we would get there by my mother’s birthday-seven-days away and that we would bring her home” (Creech 7).
It all started of when she was a very shy girl but great at school, but she was no good at any sports. She was not able to ride a bike, swim, roller skate, or even catch a pop fly.Then one day she was pouting in her room she said “I’ll never be good at sports” then a great idea clicked in her head maybe I can play marbles Lupe said. First off, one way Lupe’s practice lead to success was that she practiced hard on marbles. For example, she practiced everyday to get her aim right and her brother helped her by saying “ think eye and thumb and let it rip”. Next, she squeezed a rubber eraser one hundred times and squeezing it for an hour.
Last August I remembered how much I truly despised returning to school at summer’s end when I was a kid. I remembered how I would look at the calendar hanging on the wall and watch helplessly as the remaining days marched past, the knowledge that the good ones were persistently running out, until one fateful morning I would wake up and there would be a yellow school bus with my name on it coming up the road. No, I wasn’t returning to school, but it’s the closest feeling I could compare to how I felt August 6th, Jon Stewart’s final day as host of the Daily Show. When former Daily Show correspondent and current Nightly Show host Larry Whilmore announced to his audience that Jon was leaving the Daily Show, I nearly broke my remote changing channels,
My mind was elsewhere because I thought I knew what love was. Towards the middle of my sophomore year once he had graduated, I realized I was all alone. My friends no longer respected me, I had disappointed my family and had let myself go. Two weeks after he had left school, I had found out that I was deceived. I spent weeks crying for hours over someone who should have never been worth a hello.
Practice was miserable, I grabbed my water bottle and phone and sprinted out of the gym as fast as my tired legs could move. I cried to my mom the whole drive home, begging her to take me off of the team. She told me to not get frustrated, she said if I hated it after a month she would take me out. I solemnly agreed and pushed myself into another month’s worth of what I thought was going to be hell. I went in with a negative attitude, but I remember walking out of that gym after every practice having accomplished something new.
I remember like it was yesterday, I was sitting in the public bathroom at school in the Philippines crying, feeling homesick, feeling self-conscious, and feeling like I would never be smart enough to make it in nursing school let alone anywhere. I had hit my rock bottom, my self-esteem was at an all-time low. I moved to the Philippines to attend nursing school in 2007 after graduating high school in San Diego. I thought by moving away somewhere new I would be able to start over and work on myself, discover my passion, and become the strong confident person I always wanted to be. While I was sitting there crying something inside of me changed at that very moment.
It also doesn’t help that her uncle, who was recently evicted from his apartment, is staying in her room which makes it harder for Kendall to focus. Kendall attended basketball practice for a couple weeks, and before she knew it, her first game of the season was right around the corner. As she became more and more excited for the game, she lost her focus. In Math, her first class of the day, Kendall didn’t acknowledge that her teacher, Ms. Crigler, was speaking. As Kendall talked to her best friend, Ivy, about their first game, she began to slightly infuriate Ms. Crigler.
I also got my stuff taken all the time; I can’t even count how many times I’ve found my backpack in the trashcan. We don’t keep track of points during the game; we just did it for some immature fun; we made sure not to hide super valuable stuff like Ipads. So as I was standing alone in the orange hall locker room from the corner of my eye I saw one of my best friends pencil pouches. His name was Rachit, yes.... It’s rachit; I know “who names their kid rachit?” He was always hiding my stuff, so I took his bright red pencil pouch with a worn zipper and bursting seems. I was looking around the locker room and found an open locker; I shoved the pencil pouch in.
Mollie: “Room 2b i just have to find room 2b” *looks around* Mollie- “ah over there…” *classroom bell rings* Mollie- “oh no! I’m gonna be late!” *Mollie Sprints to the classroom* Mollie- “Wah!” *Not balancing herself with the weight of her cmbag trips and falls* *classroom of Juniors and Seniors looks over at Mollie confused, curious, and excitement* *freeze* Mollie- (looks around classroom scared then to audience) *Que monologue* Mollie: “Hi, my name’s Mollie , this is my first year of highschool...Am I excited? Yes. but am I also scared? I mean these kids are basically adults!You see that empty chair over there….that 's my seat...next to “Senior Extraordinar.” She’s one of the more “popular” kids in our school...also one of the smartest...I never really thought
I’m in the halls of Century Middle School, where there are not enough classrooms for everybody. In this tiny school in a little city up in Colorado I’m stuck teaching math, wondering what boring surprises I will find. Of all the subjects. I just had to pick this one. The one that I have always despised, and tolerated, throughout my whole life.
Melinda Sordino started ninth grade just as afraid and alone as I did. At an End-of-the-Summer party, Melinda was raped by a football player from Merryweather, her new high school. She immediately called the cops to report the crime, however the kneejerk reaction of the underage drinkers occupying the houseparty silenced her and chased her away. Consequently, Melinda’s best friends from middle school abandoned her; no one wanted to be associated with the squealer. Her parents were distant and never took the time to understand the sudden change in Melinda’s demeanor.