After High School: A Narrative Fiction

"Then comes baby in a baby carriage" was all Rafael could think about when he sees Sonny push a carriage with various bags attached to it into his apartment. What on earth was he involuntarily being roped into? Babysitting and on the one day he wasn't busy with multiple cases or tutoring his boyfriend.

It is reported that Carson had a good relationship with both parents and both parents loved him very much.

The 12:30 lunch bell rings, and the students who ate lunch at that time were being dismissed from class. The hallways that were once empty, was now filled with students.

"Oi! Harry you scared me, I thought you went back inside." He grinned at me, honestly nobody expect Ginny knows that I like Harry and I am the only one who knows that she likes Neville Longbottom.

“You didn’t talk to them, did you?” he wondered. When he saw my face, he raged, “Oh, come on, Ronnie!”

“Okay” she said annoyed. She hated the uniform and didn't like that she had to wear her hair up. 10 minutes before the bell rang she left running, good thing her new school was just around the corner.

"Please, we rarely deal with him," Sierra commented with a glare a tear in the ground opening up. "We deal with Seth."

Is it a left or a right at the stairwell? I should just go home. Did you actually think you could pull this off? Moron. Whatever I’m almost there. I don’t know what dad was fussing about. Going to the cafeteria isn’t nearly as bad as he had said. I am lost though, but they acted as if there were lions and tigers and bears. Oh my God! That smells amazing! Is that Cheerios? Wait, there’s a chickeny smell. Maybe, a chicken biscuit? Whatever, anything is better than that crap at home. Do I turn here? These damn walls look the same. Oh, there’s a light. Can’t wait to taste-- Ouch! Why is that duct so freaking high up? It smells like chlorine in here. Where am I? It’s hella bright in here. Is this a classroom? Oh god! That means some student will see me and they’ll call the janitor and--

Violet nodded," Y-Yes, I understand! But we must attend to it now!" She said, hastily. Cho sighed," A-Alright! I'll just tell the class to behave and that I'm taking you two to the nurse's office!" Asano grunted. The two nodded and ran out of the classroom, and then out of the school grounds. Now outside, Violet began to summon her Transportation Circle," Violet! Wait!" Cho cried out. Not looking, Violet replied back," Yes, Cho? What do you need?" Cho's eyes drooped to the ground," Th-this is going to be another battle, right?" She sighed, shakily. Violet nodded," Yes, it is. Does that bother you?" She asked.

“That’s good to hear, you can always come to talk about your problems. I’m here for you, Tweek, mkay?” He stands up, signifying that we’re done, I have a sneaking suspicion that he’s busy as shit. Which is good, please don’t talk to me. I know he’s my guidance adult or whatever, but if I breakdown at school, that’s the worst case scenario.

“There’s a pool on the fourth floor,” and, “Everybody hates freshman,” were only a few of the rumors that circled the air about high school. It turned out, there was not a pool on the fourth floor; there was not even a fourth floor. Unfortunately, most people did hate freshman. Going from being the biggest people in middle school to the smallest people in high school was terrifying. I did not know how I was going to make it through the year, but somehow I survived.

“Och, did ye actually want him anywhere near yer sister! Ye know what a hell-raiser and womanizer he is,” he said.

I woke up to Mickey screaming from her room. I rolled over and of course, Witney was gone. I rolled out of bed and went to her room. "Da da," she said when I walked in. I picked her up and she snuggled into me. "Momma?" She asked looking for Witney. "Momma's at the studio," I explained. "Me go," she said. "We can go see momma today," I said,"let's get ready." I put Mickey in a white onesie with a light blue Cinderella slipper on it and blue bloomers with white ruffles. I put a light blue bow in her hair and started to cook breakfast. I got Mickey and I breakfast and we headed to the studio.

He clasps his hands behind his back, head held high. “Let me speak to him.”

Things started looking up for Ronald however, when The Harrow School continued to pay for his education although his family could not. One of his teacher told the faculty that in all of his years of teaching that he was among the most brilliant. Ron was awarded multiple scholarships that allowed him to continue his education that would help him to become one of the best staticians ever. Ronald was handicapped by a personal disability. He had absolutely awful shortsightedness. His eyesight was so incredibly terrible that he couldn’t even read under electric light. It was impossible for him to go through a day without his eyes