A Short Story : A Story?

It was the first day back at school for a new year. Many of us still longed to be on holiday, carefree and careless. It showed on our faces as we grumpily and wearily made our way along the corridors to our House Room. This year our form (11) had a new student. When we walked in we all just looked at him, scrutinizing, mentally noting anything unusual. There was something about him though, but I couldn't quite see it. Nobody interacted with him at first - the teachers were all around him, then he was set free, for us students to talk with him, I didn't talk to him myself, rather I just listened to the questions of others, which, he answered them faintly. They ask him questions to get him talking, to get him relaxed, but he simply answered

It was not the voice they were familiar with to greet them. They had almost come to expect Mom’s warm, quipped voice, or perhaps Mrs. Fletcher’s sweet, pitched calls, given how many times it had happened in the third grade. They remembered the hot embarrassment of having her repeatedly yell to them in the middle of class, of having students snicker as their slow, sluggish returned to the present.

As I am walking down the hall to Ms.Johnson’s room, I see something different. There is a sub today. I just really hope she isn’t as mean as she looks. When I walk into the classroom I get my folder and go to my assigned seat to start my “do now”. When the teacher walks in she says,”Everyone sit down and don’t make a noise unless you want a step!”

All the sudden her teacher, Mrs.Woods, said , “Ally, are you okay?” Her entire class stared at her .

The students work on assigned classwork on the IPad. Bobby begins singing. Ms. Fizzle approaches Bobby to help him with the assignment. Ms. Frizzle walks away. Bobby stands up, and the teacher aide approaches and asks Bobby to have a seat he sits down and starts mumbling under his breath. Bobby begins staring around the classroom. Bobby looks at the IPad (class assignment) puts it away and walks to the back of the classroom and stands behind one of his classmate seats mumbling and singing to himself. Teacher Aide addresses Bobby behavior and asks him to return to the front of the class. His classmates begin snickering.

As I walk in the Bloomer's classroom at approximately 9:30 am. The classroom was very creative and colorful there were kids songs playing with the pink tablet. The two teachers were sitting on the beige rug with the nine children. One of the teachers had a girl sitting in her lap. The children were singing good morning,god morning, and how are you, I'm fine,I'm fine and I hope that you are too. The teacher used her fingers as she counted with the teacher children when she said one she put up one finger and so on. The children were sitting on the blue ABC rug playing with the cars. There were four children in housekeeping, three children in the gross motor area, and four children at the art table. There were two teachers one had a pink jacket

The teacher who had no idea the kids were standing at his door was well known throughout the school. The teacher had the nickname of Mouse which everyone knew. He had a very high pitch voice for an adult. Everyone knew him for the wrong reasons.“I remember when I didn’t hit puberty for a while so my voice was high and squeaky, but this was a grown man whose voice was very high.” Troy Etchberger said remembering his old teacher.

Zane plops onto the floor like a sack of potatoes, making a satisfying “whump.” He glances around at the ordinary crowd of children. The race to fall to the ground has ended, and the students once again resume their anxiousness, murmuring beyond control. The usual deduction as to why he and his peers are sitting on the floor rush into Zane’s mind, Oooooooo! Someone’s in trouble! The true answer has escaped him. Today is the annual Children’s Garden of Knowledge summer field trip. Every year, Zane and the handful of students who attend his preschool make a trip to some magical location that is sure to bring merriment to the dull life of a child. The detective is pulled out of his investigation by the familiar sound of hard skin-to-skin contact.

I shuffled into the next classroom. When I found my way to the front of the door I was greeted with an expression of awe and wonder from the students. The teacher slowly glanced at me and a look of surprise spread on her face too. She said “hi there what are you doing here?”. The realization took hold of me again as I realised all of the students in her class were staring at me. The words slipped out

“What is going over here?” says the teacher, the kids stay quiet, even Margo. The teacher

The directions instructed each student where to go for their homeroom. Many students in the back couldn’t hear her very clearly due to her low, muffled voice.

was kindergarten all over again, except I was teaching the class. I made all the decisions, and nothing could happen unless I wanted it to. And yet... Well. I can't say I'm not disappointed.”.(Picoult, Van

A few moments later, a startling yell from my teacher seemed to peak only the interest of me. After all, she yelled my name across the room. Instinctively, my marker fell from my hand and my attention was towards the door. Standing there, were two people. Two other first graders.

As soon as the bell rung I stood up and left the classroom . The geeks stayed in their seats not moving, silent.After several minutes you could hear the shuffling of desks. You'd think that's not the strangest thing they did you were dead wrong. The

The classroom was getting louder as everyone was making noses around them and that's when she notice Joey pulling out his duel disk in class,he was a spirited boy and loved to duel she couldn't help but chuckle.