“Click the button, once clicking this button you can redo this day, but beware this power comes with a price watch out your world ends with a ding.” Nevaeh only heard the first part and ran over to click the button. She was transported again, but instead of being in the basement, she was back in school. This time, Nevaeh slowly walked and watched out for any textbooks in her way.
Cat continued looking through her drawers, taking out shirts and pants and neatly stacking them up in towers of three. It seemed odd-Cat prided herself on being able to put her fingers on every homework assignment she had ever done within ten seconds. Yet she was taking forever to find Hallie’s sweater. “Cat?” “Yessss…” “Are you sure that-” Just then Hallie caught a glimpse of the sleeves of Cat’s costume.
Everything is not as Bad as it Actually is I believe to always consider every possible outcome of life and not make judgements too easily. This all started about a month ago, it was the middle of summer, school was just about to start and I was very nervous about starting high school, along with being excited for learning new things, although I was mostly scared about getting a bad grade. As the days approached, many of my friends and I discussed of how we were all scared for our first week, scared of homework, tests, essays, and all sorts of frightening things.
"I nodded an okay as I grabbed an apple I was about to take a bite out of it when Lydia shoved me to the door making me drop my apple. "Lydia!" She gave me an innocent look and dragged me to the jeep. I sighed opening the door as Kira scooted over because Lydia was sitting in the front with Stiles. "I should 've let my dad drive me today.
Adelina 's PoV That night I was in and out of sleep. Every time I woke up I would realize I wasn 't in my own bed sleeping in my own room with Tessa in the bed next to me. At times I would wake up in a dream like haze and swear I saw Tessa standing over the bed looking at me. As soon as I realized nobody was in here with me, I felt my heart drop.
I laid motionless on the bed, on the pile of mess that is my room and a representation of my life. I closed my eyes and reopened them, hoping to see something different appear on the clock. Another realization came to me as I remained in the bed. It's a lonely and sad place to exist because all I do is exist, I do not live, I do not know how to or what it's like to be just normal. I get angry at myself for feeling the way I do because I know it’s not a normal behavior.
The sun started rising on a perfect summer day. Today was October 18, 2013. I barely got out of bed and rubbing my eyes, I was tired and now annoyed at my clock for waking me up. I walked down the hall and stopped at the smell of French toast. Wait, I thought, I only have French toast on birthday mornings.
Although I was able to pass the class, and the passing grade on my AP test meant I got my grade boosted to an ‘A’ automatically, the failure I felt in the first couple of months was unlike anything I had experienced at that point. If I had not been desperate to find a better way to study, I wouldn’t have discovered that music soundtrack, and I might never have discovered Sierra Boggess and her powerful quotes. Even though I wasn’t happy at the time with my abysmal test and quiz scores, I’m glad I was able to learn this lesson that I am already enough, as it has changed my entire outlook on life so much. Now the next time I’m disappointed with a test score, or angry with myself for messing something up, I will be able to remind myself that I am always
It was 8:07, Saturday morning, when I awoke to an insufferable rapping on my door. I tried to ignore it, and sleep, but the knocking persisted. This went on for no less than thirty minutes, until, it suddenly stopped. The abrupt silence was unnerving. I sat up in my bed, wondering if they had finally given up, and gone away.
My grades and behavior were the main reasons I was on the border of not graduating. I was so focused on others that I never realized I let myself go. Graduating eighth grade helped prove to myself that I was not a failure and every step I took was only closer to being successful. Graduation year came faster than ever, I started to lose my outstanding grades and started to feel satisfied with low percentages as long as I was passing. It was my last year and all I wanted to do was have fun.
Beep, beep, beep, beep, bee- “Ugh,” I groaned. It was Wednesday morning and I had a big math final today. I got up out of bed and went to go open my white curtains, that hung low to my floor. The sun welcomed my face with a warm, bright embrace.