Anastasia Lynn: A Short Story

It was the year 2008, I had just graduated from St. Michael’s School located in Los Angeles, CA. This year was quite exhilarating for me also scary because I was going to attend an all-girls high school. Los Angeles was my birth place also a place where I called home. One day, I came home to hearing my parents talking about moving to Mississippi. I remained devastated, not only we were moving to the south, I’m moving away from childhood friends. I was worried I wouldn’t see them again and I was worried that I wouldn’t be able to make new friends in Mississippi.

“I don’t want to go to school today,” Laurianna declared. She paused to see if her mother would start up a speech or insist that she go. Laurianna was a freshman at Versas High. Even though it was mid January, she was pretty nervous about starting in the middle of the semester and being behind. “Well that’s no way to start off your second semester in a new school” her mother exclaimed. She could hear her mother babbling about making new friends in the other room, but she was more focused on what she was going to wear on her first day. She had always dressed comfortably but still strived to keep up with the trends of her old classmates.

Rimer’s “A Lost Moment Recaptured” (2000) provides readers with stories of women’s lives who have returned to college through Smith College’s Ada Comstock Scholars Program. These stories intertwine with evidence supporting the implied claim; the typical college student is no longer the 18 to 20 year old. Providing intimate details about the lives of these diverse women, Rimer leaves the reader admiring their triumph over gendered expectations of generations past by going back to college.

An extremely hot summer day at CBU, with temperatures of high 90’s was just draining. This hazel eyed, brown haired young woman had yet known what she has gotten herself into. Ariah has lived in California a majority of her childhood but didn’t recall the weather being quite this hot. She moved to Louisville, Kentucky her freshman year due to her parents occupation. Big change right? Moving from where it’s hot all year round to where it’s humid and snows. Ariah didn’t like Kentucky at all and would jump to every little opportunity to go back without a single thought.

It is just like any other day for Cathy Hurley, principal of Wylie E. Groves High School. She sat at her desk, blindly clicking through several emails, her tortoise glasses resting lazily on the tip of her nose. The sun was hidden behind several thick, grey clouds; it looked like it would snow later. The thought of getting new tires for the upcoming weather briefly crossed her mind when there was a sudden knock at the door, making her jump. She briefly fixed her glasses and smoothed down her hair before calling “Come in!”

On a Spring day in Oak Park, California a 10 year old girl stood at the front of her classroom, almost scared to death. This girl named Abigail was about to go on the roller coaster of emotions called middle school. "Hi. I'm Abigail" she said, her voice shaking. It's not always easy to be the new

The first summer living in our own home was a time of personal fulfillment. Mom did not approve of the American School System’s three month holiday during the summer, deeming too much unsupervised idle time as an opportunity for Ellen and me to get into mischief while she and Oma worked, therefore, as in the previous two summers, Mom enrolled us in Summer School.

I turned up the heat to make sure that the car would be warm by the time my sister stumbled down the front steps of King Philip Middle school. The Autumn air started to turn bitter, and leaves coated the ground so that you could not walk without a symphony of crunches rising from under your step. A gust of wind rushed by, and I was thankful for my car cocoon, which covered me from the coming chills. My hands fumbled with the radio, searching for a “good” song. I heard the bell ring, and watched as adolescents, streamed out of the school bundled up for one of the first times this year. My sister slid into the car, and with her came a gust of cold air.

Synopsis: Allison is a senior graduating from the Cherry Blossom High School in California, which is known for its Art and Performing Arts program. She will be attending PRATT University in the fall to major in Art. She recalls memories of her freshman year when her best friend Ellie reminds her of her senior crush Cole, who will be in town the day of graduation, and is now single.

As I stared out the passenger window of my mother's black BMW that was currently halted at a red light, the reality of my forever-changed life hit me, hard. My father had, once again, charmed his way to a better position in the army with his compelling words, but everything comes with a price. This time it happened to be at the expense of my junior year. I wasn't exactly the cheerleader, but I had established a routine that I didn’t intend on changing. This adjustment was of no concern to my mother, who had never been one to argue, considering most of the people she interacted with were overseas. So, thanks to my parents, here I was on the first day of the 11th grade at Northside High School in Philadelphia instead of Atlanta, where I previously lived. The

They had not liked how Agnes had made them wake up early to start off their spring break. Going to Agnes’s dusty old vacation home had been her idea. She had figured that she and her friends should have a break from social media, and so she had invited them. As Agnes pulled out of the driveway she had a sudden feeling that she had forgotten something. The feeling soon faded. ‘I can’t be a party pooper’ she thought, ‘It’s a sleepover, lighten up Agnes.’ One by one the 22-year olds stepped out of the car. Stepping out first, were Sarah and Jane. Both girls had tired eyes, “it’s too early for this, Agnes!” they complained. They pulled their bags out of the trunk and began walking towards the steps of the house. The house seemed to be in the middle of nowhere, nothing but trees and grass could be seen. The house was incredibly big, green vines grew off of the sides of the house. A cab arrived a few minutes later, it was the boys, Jack and Jeremiah. They stepped out with wide smiles on their faces. Jeremiah had a thing for Jane and Jack had one for Agnes. In fact, they had been going to dates together for two months now. Once the boys took their belongings from the cab and paid the driver, all five of them headed towards the

“The week before I left my family and Florida and the rest of my minor life to go to boarding school in Alabama, my mother insisted on throwing me a going-away party. To say that I had low expectations would be to underestimate the matter dramatically. Although I was more or less forced to invite all my “school friends”, i.e the ragtag bunch of drama people and English geeks I sat with by social necessity in the cavernous cafeteria of my public school. I know they wouldn’t come.”

I rush out the door of the new apartment, eager to start at yet another new school. New teachers, different curriculum… And new people. I guess. I run to school, as it’s only about a block away, and i’m astonished at the size, it had separate buildings and wings, it looks more like a college campus than it does a high school. I ponder how Mother could ever afford this, she works as a pharmacist at Walmart, not

The whistle sounded behind me as I retraced my steps from the train station to Whitman College, lost in memories of a magical weekend. For two days, my younger sister, Angelina, had stayed with me on campus. That weekend, there was no such thing as homework—the only item on my agenda was to have fun with my best friend.

Every event that Avery has overcome have helped to shape her independent yet humorous personality. As she continues to grow up, Avery isn’t sure of what she wants to become but has some ideas. These ideas include instructing young children to become horseback riders or to find a cure for the disease that killed her sister’s and helps prevent it from happening to other families. Since Avery graduates from Saint Lucy school this year, she plans on continuing her education at Notre Dame High School next year after receiving her acceptance letter this year on March 17. As she moves onto high school, one of the chapters of her life will close as another is waiting to be opened and