Being A Brat And Lock Me

The fourth grade was a very traumatic year for me. My only sister went to middle school, my mom who always was at home across the street from school got a job, and I didn’t know one person in my class. For the first time in my life I was on my own and I was frightened even by the idea of it. During that year my grades dropped and I wasn’t social with my classmates. I started to fail in my favorite class, math. The work became pointless to me and I started to neglect my work. One day, after I failed another one of those math tests, my teacher asked to talk to me after class. Due to the already annoying grade I had received, my teacher punished me with a detention. Confusion and frustration flooded my body and I just wanted to give up. But,

The next week came the counselors. They came to every class Kenny had been in. They stood in front of the class with sad expressions frozen on their faces and told us that if we were "feeling down" that we should talk to our parents. I idly wondered if the counselors knew that Kenny's mom often told him that if he wasn't around, costing her money, she could buy a new car. They told us with fake sincerity that we could talk to them if we felt we couldn't talk to our parents. I disgustedly retorted in my mind that no kid would ever go to a school counselor because every student knew the counselors would just tell the parents. The counselors told us that if we were having problems with our schoolwork (Kenny had been failing a couple of classes) that we should talk to our teachers and they would help us. I wanted to scream at them then. Didn't they know, didn't they even care that Kenny had gotten an A- on a test once? He had studied really hard, hoping to please his parents, but when he took the test home to show his dad, his father has slapped him and said "You think you're smart? We don't have no use for any smart ass kids here!" I sat silently at my desk and seethed.

So this is where my story takes off. It was just a normal fall day in November of 2011. I woke up ate cereal and said bye to my dad not knowing I would never see him again. I rode my bike to school with Zack. He wasn’t just any friend, he was my best friend we hung out every day we did everything together. Back to what I was saying it was just a regular day going to school at the end of the day my principle called my teacher and said that I was too come to the

I'm still shocked at what he said to me...I’m speechless. What’s going to happen to me? Do I have to quit sports, not go to school, not see my friends?

We watched the sun rise on the east, and followed its path across the sky while painting hash marks on a sundial in the backyard at the top of every hour, and discussing why day and night, and seasons happen. Viewing the recent partial solar eclipse was a most opportune highlight on this topic. Nathan created a Styrofoam model of the solar system using balls mounted with wooden skewers on a base, and the sunrays were represented by toothpicks. Each celestial body was painted characteristically with poster paint.

Finally, Margot is about to see the sun. All of her classmates are so excited because they’ve never seen the sun in their lives. It had been raining for 7 years, and that was just the way life was on Venus. While at school, the rain stopped, and Margot’s

As everyone filed into the gymnasium, the principle got up and told us what the year was going to consist of. I sat around the middle of the gymnasium with all my stuff not sure of what to do. I considered leaving to put my things away but I couldn't because the exits were blocked off. As the assembly finished, we began to get into groups to tour the school. I continued to carry my backs, unaware that I could have just put them down and come for them later. As we walked around someone finally told me that I could put my stuff away. I was already stressed out about how to get to my classes with a school this big and the bags weren’t helping so I was happy to distribute them into my locker, but with one problem gone, another

It was a sunny day walking home from school I finally got home and my mom, dad were on the table and my mom looked happy. She said “Faith have a seat we need to talk to you” I was confused, so I said “OK what's all this about?” My dad was like “we put in an application in for you and your sister in at a new school” “ what school dad……?” We put it in at Pinnacle Charter School” I was so mad, I didn’t even know what to say to them. I kept asking “why did you guys have to do this to me, I liked Ranum a little, but why I wouldn’t like Pinnacle as much as I like Ranum.” My mom kept saying “Ranum isn’t the right school for you!” My dad kept saying “you will have fun at Pinnacle” I was getting annoyed because I wouldn’t have fun, but then at the

My summer '13 was spent with my mom, and my family that lives in Kentucky. It's time for school... Yay!!! New school. The car is packed, loaded and set with my stuff and we were on our way. It's time to drop Chetu off at her new boarding school. We got there unpacked, decorated...the usual stuff. Time to meet the principal, teachers, and other staff member, other students blah blah blah. News flash! The head of school demands that you have to repeat the tenth grade since you're two years ahead than the usual. I was 15 and I was supposed to be a junior. My face  I was so blue, mad, ready to slap someone. After some talking with my mom about whether or not I wanted to stay, my decision was okay, I'll stay and repeat grade 10. My mom, cousin and her husband left. I'm there to

Ding Ding Ding. All the students were dismissed from their 7th- period class. Finally, I get to go home! After I packed up all my things to go home I walk out to go home. Then I see two 8th graders trying to steal stuff from a 6th grader. “These kids are crazy they do this to everybody. They have been through this before and they know how it feels to be bullied so why do they do this to other people." I walked past them quickly and quietly so they won’t bother me. I see my friend ahead and yell “Hi Alex”

Another good reason why we should be colonizing Venus instead of Mars is because it’s the closest planet to Earth. That

Growing up I frequently watched a lot of crime scene TV-shows that involved people to do lab work to figure out who the killer or suspect was. These TV-shows influenced me to persue my dream of working in a lab. One day I drove up to the Mesa Police Department feeling nervous because I’ve never been there and never actually talked to a police officer. I thought that the Forensics Department was a part of the same building, but I was wrong. I had walked up to talk to the professionally dressed blonde lady that was sitting behind a bulletproof glass. I asked her where the Forensics Department was and she told me that the Forensics Department is a separate building around the corner. I drove around to the correct building and saw sign by the sidewalk that lead to a small parking lot that clearly stated, “Forensic Department Visitors Parking Only”. The tan building stood tall with windows covering the front, with

“We’re sorry Margot, we didn’t mean to leave you in the closet,” said a majority of the class in unison. Margot instantly knew she had missed what she had wanted to see for a long time, the Sun. Margot began to cry. In her head, she was wondering why her class had done this to her. All she wanted to do since she came to Venus was see the Sun.

The journey to the camps have been brutal. It all started on a cold and very snowy day. I remember the day clearly because the sky seemed be a little darker than normal. It was like I was walking through a dark gloomy cave with no flashlight or a sense of how to get out. I was almost home to my two children when I had the feeling I was being followed. I turned around and as fast as a cheetah running through the valley I was kidnapped by the T-2’s. The last thing I remember was my kids screaming bloody murder and the dark sky looking down at me. The camps are everything I imagined and more, but in the worst way. When I got to the camp it was the coldest it had been all year. The T-2’s treated us like animals. No human being should be treated

There I was in the 7th grade full of energy and a plethora of friends.But of all of my friends there was one that stood out.He was my best friend.We did our work together,played sports together, And played videogames.I would almost consider him like a brother,up until one harrowing day.It was was a normal day at school with fresh scent of cinnamon and green apples.I guess thats what they use to spray the hallways.I entered my science class and sat at the table I