One stormy dark night me and 3 of my friends were about to the unthinkable for a bunch of 14 year olds. My friend Dave was wearing a black shirt with a black beanie black pants and a backpack filled with things we were gonna need for what we were about to do. My other friend joe was wearing the same thing as Dave. And my other friend Zane was wearing the same thing as Dave and Joe. we all pretty much wearing the same thing.
There was a reason for wearing all black. It's because their was no trespassing on the property so that way if the cops came driving around near the house we could easily hide. We were about to step foot on the most frightful house of all time.
We were gonna go into the old fowler house. It was supposedly haunted by one of the old fowler residents. the house was over 100 years old so we had no problem believing that the house was haunted.The house was hidden in the forest behind the dancing trees. As we approached the front door of the house we immediately heard a loud thud coming from inside the house. My friends jumped as we heard the loud noise.
I was the brave one out of the group. I turned the doorknob to the front door so we could enter. I could tell my friends were hesitant about going in the house. We heard another thud from upstairs. It almost sounded as if
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We all darted up the stairs as fast as we could. I had never seen joe run so fast in my life.we tried all the upstairs Windows we even attempted the bathroom window but they were all locked. We looked for a back door but there was none. But I had an idea I always kept a bobby pin cause of an incident I had were my family was on vacation and I was stuck in the bathroom. My idea was to try to pick the lock with the Bobby Pin. We snuck across the creaky floor straight to the front donor.I tried my idea but then I remembered that I'm not very good with picking locks. I've only done it once before. The Bobby pin broke
It's the last day of 5th grade. Today we’ll find out who our new teacher would be next year, and then it happened! Our teacher handed out our report cards and supply list and right on the bottom in big, bold letters, said the name. It was our 6th grade teacher, Mr. Persampire.
This passage reminds me about a pen pal that I used to write to every month in grade five. However, when I was in grade seven, I lost contact with her as I didn't receive any letters back from her for over a year. Even though she stopped replying me since grade seven, I still continue to check my mailbox every day hoping to receive a letter from her one day just like what Liesel did in this passage. Also, for the first few months, I would always be worried about her and wonder what has happened to her. As a result, I had many sleepless
I ran upstairs crying filled with terror. I come to the top of my steps and turn to see my dad holding my 7 year old sister Alli crying in his arms. It looked like my dad had just seen a ghost, because he was so scared. Considering we were all extremely scared we all slept in our parent’s room. Next thing you know my dad got a text from our neighbors Stacey and Tyler saying our tree was on
(1983) BREAKING NEWS: Teen dies in car crash. Lauren Ward, age 16 was driving home from school when a car was intentionally driven into the front of her car. Both drivers died on impact. Lauren’s family is devastated and in shock. More to come as the story develops.
At 15 years old, and growing up without knowing the hardships many America went through to carve out a good life for themselves, I wanted to get the perspective of a family member and their experience growing up in a time much different from our own. Recently I had a chance to sit and talk with my great-grandmother. Having mostly grown up with my mother’s side of the family, also having my middle name being parallel to my grandmother on that side, and hearing he stories they would tell, I decided that I wanted to get to know my Dad’s side of the family a little better, so I picked up the phone and made the call to my Grandma Toman, as we call her. Being as she lives so far away, it’s hard for me to get together with her often, so this one phone call really gave me the chance to get closer to her. In this day and age, as the screens on our phones are getting bigger, and we grow closer to our devices, we drift apart from our families.
In Middle School, where we were still growing up as adults, we did not like following the rules. I was in 9th grade. That day the bell rang for our next class and me and my friends did not want to go to our next class right away. We waited outside the room for our next class and chilled and talked. Me and my friends were in class all day and we wanted to let go of some energy. We kept talking and if our teacher came, we would go into the class right away. Our school did not like students to hang out in the hallway because they made too much noise. We did not care, we still chilled outside the class. We talked about new shoes and what we were going to do after school. It was so much fun because I had not seen my friends since 8th grade and it was the
I walked into the loud building so scared and nervous. I couldn't believe today was the day. The day i'm finally in middle school. That day was the day that I could officially call myself a Vista Verde Middle School student. When I walked into the building the bell had rung for us to proceed to class. On my I spotted one of my very good friends, Esmeralda. After I said hi to her I walked to my first period class which is room 403 and my teacher is Ms. Blasnek.
Well in seventh grade was a little hectic for me but I got through it. Emily hadn't moved yet. I mostly hung out with Mikayla, Emily, and who ever stood by the library. I didn't really get the hang out high school til around ninth grade. I don't really even remember most of my classes before ninth grade. I remember sitting by the library in any weather unless the teachers made us go inside the building. Our whole group stood there, there was some I hadn't really talked to yet but I soon became friends with everyone over there. Most of the people I met when I first came to Junior high are now graduated. Ninth grade started Emily had moved. I still hung out with Mikayla though. Then my brother introduced me to this girl named Brianna we hung
In November, the air is cool and burns my face. The wind passes through my nose and it feels as if I am breathing in a thousand miniature razors. My finger tips and ears are numb. My right side aches where I had been elbowed in the ribs and my ankle from where I tripped just up the field. I hear my mom in the crowd, “Go, baby, go!” Even though, every muscle in my body screams for me to stop, I go. The pain does not bother me, neither does the cold. I am just happy to be here.
I got here at sixth grade late so seventh grade was a full year of Rudyard for me.Almost all my friends were bad influence they would smoke and go do bad things. I was starting to be apart of that group. My main friends in 7th and 9th grade were Eric, Jarrod, and Josh we used to play Xbox all the time I usually never left my house. I was a really cocky student I would never do any work I had all zeros and I used to go to etc all the time. So I wasn’t a very liked student. I dated sam in the eighth grade and I only texted her cause I was too busy playing video games with my friends. Long story short I broke up with her in a text.
Ah, Junior High. Those awkward years between sixth and ninth grade when I had no earthly idea what to do with myself. I remember them well. I had to get used to being in a school that wasn’t an elementary school, the way older kids were acting, and how things were in my new school.
Seventh grade sucked. Back when I was in the Junior High, I had to move schools from sixth to seventh grade. I started sixth grade in a private school, but near the end my parents decided it was to time to go to a public school. I entered the Junior high for my seventh grade, which is where my story begins. It was the first day of seventh grade and I was very nervous. For one thing, rumours of excessive bullying and harassment plagued the school according to those who went to my old private school. I was ready for anything. I had received all of my materials including notebooks, binders, and pencils and I brought them in two nice plastic bags as I walked into the school where I would spend the next two years of my school life.
I lived in Sterling, Illinois, in a decent sized house outside city limits. I never actually attended middle school, as I was home-schooled for sixth, seventh, and eighth grades. During home-school, I got to spend all of my day dealing with my siblings (which is worse than it sounds). If it wasn't my siblings, it was my dad, who I don't really talk to as is. Nothing is the matter between us, I just don't talk much. Most of my time not in school or dealing with my family was spent in video games or exploring a nearby forest. There wasn't much between those two, as I only had two friends I talked to. I worried for the longest time that I would go my middle school AND high school years with only those two friends. I wasn't one that could be described
Middle school, when that word pops up in one’s head, it’s a sudden reminder of dreadfulness,broken promises,regrets,first crushes, and last but not least, learned lessons. Another morning had brought another school day. Seeing familiar faces and teachers I just wanted to get through the day with no trouble, but that’s not always the case. At least it wasn’t for me. Making my way through the extended halls and walls that seemed to enclose upon me, I felt nothing more than like a chained prisoner. The bell rung and I remained seated in my class, surrounded by boxed, outdated computers and rusty white walls, I felt helpless.
When I walked into the haunted house to explore it. The old porch was creaking I was shaking. As I walked it the door slammed behind me. I got scared tried to open the door there was no budge. I ran to the back door of the house it was looked too there was no way I was getting out. I thought to myself “this house is haunted”.