A Brief Story : A Story Of A Short Story

As I sat in my fourth grade English class listening to my teacher tell me "you have a book report due in just two short weeks" and I thought to myself how am I ever going to do this? I have never been a good writer and I have no idea where to begin explaining the book "Little House on The Praire" and presenting it in front of the class without being embaressed as all get out.The day went on as I thought about it more and more the bell rang. I ran out to my mom's car and stated "Mom I have a book report due in just two short weeks and I cant do it. She said "why not honey" I said " Im just not s good enough writer" She said " yes you are and yes you can and you will do a fantastic job at it. That is when I realized I am a writer.

My senior year story, 7:35 am, when I get in the door ways of Clever High i see the band already putting up posters even though know one really joins.”Jordyn” I turn my head to see Maddie running towards me, she had just gotten out of rehab for her drug and alcohol addiction. Behind her was Rose , Rose was always pretending to be ok even though we all knew that she was getting raped by her dad at home. I always offered her a place to stay but she would never take it for some reason. “Hey babes” i said screaming down the hallway. “ Have you seen Claire or Hyper”, Maddie says i could tell she had been drinking her breath reeked from Vodka. “No, have you been drinking” is say nervously “ just a little to get the day started” she

However, I am no stranger to the effects of caffeine to my body, I am very much cognizant of them, but I can strongly prove that it does more good than it does harm. One would agree that one is able to think analytically, creatively and laterally in class when one is fully conscious. Our coffee maker has been of much help to me. It is one technological device I cannot survive without. It automatically makes coffee at exactly five in the morning and this makes preparing for school a much more leisurely process. The rich scent of freshly brewed coffee elicits feelings of joy. I feel like I can conquer the world with just two teaspoons of sugar and hot milk poured in to Jacob’s coffee. It wakes the body and

One beautiful Monday morning, everything was calm (for now). I woke up very fresh, excited, and ready to go to school! It was a nice and sunny day, the best way to start a week. I woke up at 6:00 a.m and had a lot of time to get ready for the school day. After that I wore my clothes, did my hair, and brushed My teeth. Next, I had breakfast that included cereal, milk, and apple juice. My sister and I went outside and saw that my dad was waiting for us to get in the car, so that he can take us to school.

The setting is Meadowlane Elementary and a bashful nine-year-old Lilibeth Martinez was sitting in Ms. Moss’s class preparing for the FCAT Writes. My earliest memories of writing are about when I was in the fourth grade and everyone was preparing to take the FCAT Writes for their first time. I remember sitting all the way in the first row, fourth seat, scribbling furiously on a piece of paper as I jotted down all of my ideas and sentences with my Hannah Montana pencil. I was obsessed with Hannah Montana at the time. Ecstatic at the idea of getting to create a story made of my own imagination, thoughts and opinions. Although my gleeful bubble popped the moment I saw the prompt was about explaining the wonders of wearing uniform the day of the

I bursted out of bed on the shining morning because I didn’t hear my alarm go off for school. So I got all my clothes on and brushed my teeth. I had to hurry because if I have another tardy and am going to receive a detention for a whole week. I got on my very shiny blue bike and hurried to school on this shiny, colorful day. I finally got to school with one minute left. I hurried to my first class and i got in my seat right when the bell rang. Everybody was asking me why I was so sweaty. I told all of them the story ,but I had to stop talking because the teacher came in. After class my teacher asked why I am always late to class.

I set down my computer not knowing what to write about. It was almost time for school and I was exhausted. I looked at the alarm clock it was 6:30 a.m. Just then my mom walked into my bedroom and said, “Time to get up Spencer. It’s the last day of school for you, before we move to Malibu. How long have you been awake?” I thought for a moment. “About an hour, but I can explain. I needed to think of ideas for the book I’m writing.” I said. She looked at me with rage, “Spencer! A growing girl needs a lot of sleep!” I stood up from my desk, and went to my dresser. “I’m going to get dressed,” I said as my mom walked out of the room. I opened my top dresser drawer, and pulled out a white tank top with black polka dots in it. As I put my new shirt

Hello im Lily and my story starts at a park, at winter time, In this story is my cousin Emily, my cousin Riley and my aunt Laura. It was december,and it was a cold breezy day. The wind was crisp and the air so quiet and calm. It was a weekend, a good weekend to go sledding. So we decided to go to a park with a big hill. Thats the park we go to every year to go sledding. I enjoy sledding.

Summary: I started out as a kid that doesn’t use his head with 6 good friends, but after a series of events I was left with 4. I got involved in a murder that Johnny committed and used Dally to hide from the law. After about 5 days Johnny decided enough was enough and that he had to confess. However, the church we were hiding in which used to be our safeplace went down in flames and dragged Johnny with it. After he said his last words to me in the hospital, Dally couldn’t handle it and died outside of a grocery store. I couldn’t take the thought of the ones I once held close gone so I went delirious. A concussion was the culprit. When my little episode ended I still couldn’t go back to normal. My grades went down so far my english teacher had a talk with me. He said that I had one theme to do to higher my grade. That theme became the whole story and it was the best thing I could've ever written.

I rubbed my eyes trying to awaking myself. I looked around and the room that was once empty was now filled with desks and pencils just like a normal classroom looks. I looked over to Jenny.

The coffee was done brewing so he grabbed a cup with a handle on it and filled it a little over half way with coffee,he added a little of ice cold water to cool the drink down a bit and he placed it on the counter.He went to a cabinet and grabbed french vanilla creamer and sugar he added a teaspoon of sugar and 3/4 of a cup of french vanilla, stirred it all up,grabbed the plate and headed back to his bedroom.He ate the sandwich and drank the coffee to replenish stamina so he could continue working on his project,He finished his project around 6 AM giving him about an hour of sleep.It was fog like in the morning,the sun wasn't fully up but there was enough light to see,Ron could barely stay awake on the bus ride to school, due to his lack of sleep.As the bus arrived,he walked in a line with the other kids,the group split up,some went to the gym to talk to friends,the others went to the cafeteria to eat breakfast, he went to the cafeteria and ate alone, due to his best friend being out sick today,five minutes before the bell ringed kids began heading to their respected classroom.He got to class on time and was trying his best to listen to the lesson his homeroom teacher was explaining,but he just couldn't handle the exhaustion and he passed out head on his desk,not to long after the teacher shook him awake and asked him why he fell asleep." u...u...um " Ron said studering his word out of fear and the fact that he was startled.He decided that lying would only get him into more

It was a hot summer day when my family and I left our small, stuffy apartment in Boston. We packed all our belonging into a tiny U-haul truck and began our drive to the great state of Wisconsin. Without stopping we drove for what seemed like a whole day till we go the the town of Cleveland, Ohio. There we stopped at Burger King. The food there wasn’t the best, it could never beat mama's homemade lasagna. After that we slept at a nearby Motel 6. I hate sharing a bed with my younger brother Oliver. He was always such a bed hog and never slept still. The next day we continued our journey. It wasn’t as long or as boring as yesterday's but that’s probably because I had found one of my favorite books, The Adventures of Tom Sawyer and Huckleberry

You probably want some story with action and adventure. Truth is, this story isn’t much. It’s about a day back in 6th grade,cold,dark, and bitter. We went to my aunt’s house while my parents stood home.

When we arrived at school, I was nervous because I wasn’t sure how people was going to see me, and where I was going to sit. Immediately after getting of my bike, Sophie and I met Asha, she was really nice. We ended up sitting next to her and her friend Cecilie, which turned out to be really nice as well.

Feeling a slight nudge forward, I knew we have finally arrived to school. The school was the same as it was the day before. It was a small school with three classrooms, each holding a different set of grades. One held Pre-K through Kindergarten, the second held first through fourth grade, and the third held fifth through eighth graders. I had a very standard routine that I would do once I got to school. First, I would wipe my desk with a Clorox wipe, then I would organize my pencils and pens, and lastly I made sure I looked sharp. I wanted