A Short Story : The Story Of School?

Honestly, I loved middle school. I never had any problems to all the school I went to during that time, I had a lot of f friends that to this day I still talk to and ended with having honor roll. My first middle school was here in Arizona at Estrella Mountain that I went to for the first third of sixth grade so I do not have many memories from that year there. Then I moved to Saint Johnsbury, Vermont to attend the rest of my sixth grade at Saint Johnsbury middle school. All of my memories at that school were of my class and I always being outside. We had endless field trips of going snowboarding, snowshoeing, sledding, camping and then do some of the most erratic things such as studying the population of the trees in our forest,

The school bell rang and we were all happy to get our bags and get loaded on the bus. All this excitement filled the halls as all the basketball players got out of class. As we were heading over to Sunray for our tournament we kept thinking, and thinking, and thinking over our plays. Three games were to be played and we were for sure going to win them all. We were ready to make our hearts bleed blue and white.

She was “pregnant” twice in middle school. Once from “a completely real guy from another school” and another time from “a totally not fake old flame from daycare who had come back into her life.” Just more of her stories I was so used to by this point, however it was middle school and she was boy crazy enough to convince people it was true. Both pregnancies mysteriously ended in miscarriages when she started getting close to being found out.

Early morning on December 11,1972, John was dropped off early to school because his dad had some business to take care off. Instead of talking the usual route to get to class, John took a shortcut behind the school trashcans and playgrounds. While walking through the loading zone with trash cans, he encountered 4 boys in his grade with the same teacher. Brent Carpenter was the “leader” of the group and his sidekicks were Eric Hunter, Josh Doors, and Patrick Deer. At first they just stared at John but within seconds ran upto him and said, “Poor boys ain’t allowed in our hangout.” Without anytime to respond the group of kids started to tease and harass John. Eric Hunter said, “ Poor boys in this town need a beat down.”

It was a Tuesday afternoon and the heat in Mr. Martin's room felt as if we were next to the sun. The schools maintenance crew always kept the furnace on the highest setting possible. “So class what did we talk about yesterday ?” said Mr. Martin as he takes out the 590 page textbook on accounting and finance. “We talked about how to find assets, liabilities and owners equity,” says Ms. Know” it all in the front of the classroom.” As Mr. Martin begins his lesson, I quietly whisper to my best friend Jake, “Hey man, did you do the homework from last night?” “Nope, I forgot to read the chapter and finish the worksheet. I Kinda got side tracked playing Battlefield” said Jake. Then Mr. Martin Stood up and said “ Alright, now I'm going to come around

Caya set her cup down on the small plate, and licked her lips before responding. “Hey! How was the walk here?” She giggled.

He hears her sigh before speaking, "They had to reschedule because of a family emergency. I can 't help but feel relieved though. I haven 't been able to concentrate all day." She admits.

“I’ll be all right until you get home. The dog tore my sleeve, and scratched my arm, other than scaring the hell out of me; I’m okay. Earlier, two detectives came by looking for Jeremy, Jacob, and Nancy.”

I woke up to my alarm clock screeching in my ear. As I finished getting ready for school I grabbed my bookbag and went downstairs. I found my father and mother both sipping on a cup a coffee. “Ah Hazel you’re here”! We’re going to be working at the pizza shop today” My Mom said is a very calm yet excited voice. At that moment I looked at my watch and realized that I’m running late. As I hugged my mom I ran out the door and started sprinting to school. When I could see my school within walking distance my running became more of a fast walk.

Billie is walking down the street, on her way home from school. She stops for a second, she sees a van pull up beside her on the road. That was very abnormal in her small town. The window to the van rolls down slowly, there is a guy with a mustache in the front seat, he says to her, “Where you heading to little girl.” She says nothing to him and continues walking. He once again pulls up beside her and she says, “go away.” He then pulls up to her a final time and asks her to get in the van, and that he knows what house she lives in. She firmly says no and continues walking down the road.

Callie, my best friend said she was going to visit her father. She walks up to the door and is about the ring the doorbell when she notices that the door is cracked open. Why is it open? she asks herself. She pushes open the door slowly.

Alexander munched on a hobnob as he told them what to do. 'I need you to talk to Catkin. You must tell him he’ll be rescued soon. Just a few more hours. But before that, he must spy for us around Seashell Bay; the village, the harbour, the houses, the people. Tell him to watch out and not get caught. He is vital to our mission!' He wrote the word VITAL in block capitals on the chalkboard and underlined it several times.

“Can you hurry up? You’ve been in the bathroom for forty-five minutes!” Sophia yells through the bathroom door.

“I just came here to make sure that you’re alright. Have you been eating? Have you been taking care of things?,” asked David.

“MMMooommm,” I yelled. “Can you come pick out my clothes for me please?!” “ Sure honey, I will be there in a minute.” mother exclaimed. I was getting ready to go to school. I had already eaten breakfast. I had also watched some television. I was wearing some sweat pants and a shirt with a sweat-shirt. We’d usually leave at 7:50 or so, but today we were running a little bit late. My little brother was holding us up, I was so mad.