A Short Story : The Story Of High School

A stranger in the village is someone that is new to a place or isn’t familiar with something. Approximately two years ago I moved, which meant I had to move schools too. I was 15 years when I moved to McEachern High School but it made me be a more independent person.

Jake was a freshman, having just enrolled at the local community college. He was for the most part a good kid, except that he had hung around with the wrong crowd, and this had made him the unfortunate victim of circumstance.

The fall of 2005, marked the first I was assaulted by student. Classes were passing and I was in the hallway moving students along. I informed a student named Jimmy he need to go to class. Jimmy ignored me and continue to lean on wall talking to his friends. I informed Jimmy again he had to go class. Jimmy told me get out his face. Nonetheless, I persisted in Jimmy to go to class. Instead of going to class Jimmy walked up me and pushed me to the floor. Shocked and humiliated I pulled myself up from the floor and immediately contacted my union representative. Within hours Jimmy’s mom as the school. Throughout the meeting my principal excused Jimmy’s behavior and argued with me and my union representative. My principal and Jimmy’s mom

Emily, Jasmine, Rene, and Rihanna were on their way to there school, Cedarcrest Junior High, and One day they got in trouble for starting a food fight. They stayed there for almost 5 hours cleaning everyone's mess in the cafeteria.it was really dark they, turned there flashlights on from there phone. They could burly see where they were walking. They tried to open the door, but the door couldn't open they were locked in the school campus

It was a year after the fight. Everything had returned to normal at Trinity High School. Everything was going good for Jerry, except for he didn’t play football this year because of his teammates targeting him last season.

It was a warm, autumn day. Student’s at Crystal Clear High in Columbus, Ohio, were all scurrying to get to school. Kids crunching through as many leaves as possible, a pumpkin spice latte in one hand, and their iPhone in the other. It’s 8:30 and first period starts. “Ashley Jameson, your phone is mine, you can come pick it up at the end of the day. This is the third time it’s happened in the last week.” said Professor Hugh. “WHATEVER, fine” replied Ashley, sassily. “Yeah, Ashley” said Dylan, in a sarcastic tone, smirking. Consequently, Ashley rolled her eyes at Dylan, and made the walk of shame back to her seat. Soon, lunch came and students ran to get the best seats.The scent of testosterone, sweat, and packaged beef filled the air. The jocks

Caleb Logan walks into High Field High School’s grand hall entrance and looks around him. There are students sitting on benches talking and laughing and students sitting at tables noses buried deep in textbooks, books, and homework. Some students looked like the cool kids in leather jackets and hair all done. He quickly scanned the crowd again looking for his best friends Lilliana and Sebastian. Caleb’s eyes lingered on a boy in the crowd of cool kids and saw him coughing and hacking. His eyes lingered a little longer, then he went off to find Sebastian and Lilliana.

Throughout my four years of high school I have been apart of many school activities. I have been apart of basketball for one year, volleyball for two years, and tennis for four years. I have also been apart of spanish club for two years. During freshman and sophomore year I fundraised by selling butter braids and cookie dough to many of the members in my community. I also put many hours into working the concessions during the basketball and football games. During the summer I worked at the concessions at the pool. I also helped Mrs. Lonner paint the Concessions stand. After two years I had finally raised enough money to go on trip to Costa Rica with a few of my classmates. During homecoming I'm also apart of all the activities. I have dressed

as we drive into the schools parking lot, i see a parking spot right near the school sign Beacon Hills High School , why is it called Beacon Hills, is it because it is a beacon from the supernatural. we hop out the car and headed towards the entrance. when enter the school we both look at each other then start walking towards the office.

Melba stood at the sixteenth street entrance of Central High School, but she was somewhere else. She wasn’t paying attention so she was vulnerable to making big mistakes. she wasn’t keeping her guard up and in the distance, Andy was yelling her name and coming after her with his gang. He was getting closer and there wasn’t anywhere for Melba to run because the boys would outrun her. A blond haired white boy whispered to her that he was going to help her. Link said he was going to call her mean names like the rest of the boys, but he was going to give her his keys to his car so she can get away.

It was a shocking and jarring event, but this happened while in high school. Actually, I was in summer school and just lacked the will to be present for the class that sunny morning. Well, I hadn’t prepared for an oral report and my parents would’ve made me attend school,so there was no option for staying home, so I planned to fritter the day at school, but go into hiding next door in a deserted school (the school was an older section of my school, which was scheduled for demolition). Notwithstanding, I brought ample food, water, and various novels to read and hunkered down at a crusty park bench hidden away from the world.

Dylan attends John R. High School. These particular high school kids had a reputation as a really tough school because so many students had bad grades, engaged in fights, and were continuously being suspended. Dylan came from a family that didn’t go to college or anything, so basically Dylan didn’t have anybody to look up to or talk to about school. But one particular day Dylan told himself that he wanted to change, just not for himself but for his family. He wanted to prove that he could achieve his dreams.

*Panting*Now I know why you guys are so late every morning, its because you guys talk too much in the morning...

Growing up I was bullied a lot, for my weight, my name, my hair, anything the bullies could think of. The worst of these years was when I was in 5th grade; A girl in my class derided that she liked my one and only friend but didn't like me. My friend had stuck with me though all the bulling in elementary, however when the new girl came along she convinced my friend I was only holding her back. For the rest of that school year I didn't socialize with other students

Autumn had just begun. Once vibrant green, now crispy orange and brown leaves gently floated down from the towering trees. The golden yellow school bus came to a quick halt. About five kids stood up and got off. Then, the bus started to move again. My stop was next, but it took about five minutes from this stop to get there. The bus was empty except for me and the driver, Mrs Wendy. It had a strong smell of body odor. I unzipped my backpack and grabbed a small, pink bottle of perfume and spritzed it a couple of times. Finally, the bus stopped once more. I stood up and walked down the aisle. Sticky, already chewed gum was stuck to the floor and food wrappers just sat there, motionless. The buses doors opened and the wrappers blew towards the back of the bus.