Big Potholes Short Story

The pile of homework sat at my desk. All I can see is the piles of papers chasing me. Telling me that I’m not going to make it out alive, but if I take it one step at a time I know I can. Over the years, we find success in some grade levels, and other times we struggle. Because I did all of my homework, took good quality notes, and had amazing teachers to help me, my 8th grade year was the most successful year I’ve had.

About two months into freshman year I began to realize she or anyone else would ignore me or keep it conversation short. To this day, I still do not know what I did for this to happen. As far as I knew we were on good terms and had made up an alone time ago. I confronted them with what was going on and how I was seeing it. Their responses show a little sympathy. My friendships were going downhill fast and the only person who I had was Nathan, to lean on. During these few months, I felt so alone and unworthy. I came home crying every day and ate a lot more which caused me to gain weight. Online I saw my name appear for the most hated and many hateful tweets referring to myself. I did not want to go to school or see anyone; except for Nathan. I resorted to cutting myself on the leg where no one would see it. I did not want to live and cutting makes me feel like I was alive. I eventually got a dog who i named Poe and for a while he was one of the only reasons i had a reason to live. I began to reconnect to old friends in seventh grade. The group of the five of us held me somewhat together for a while, but truly Nathan held me together. We became so close from hanging out everyday and doing everything together. They even got our poe’s brother and their own pet. He was my only best friend, but i wanted things to change. There was nothing i could so to change the place i was in but i NEEDED

If I look back on my life it is very different than it used to be. Middle School is 3 years of countless phases. One day you are a Mets fan another day you are a Yankees fan. One day all your friends play on Playstation and then they all buy an Xbox because it is the next cool thing to do. You just do not know what will be “in” next. When this is all over you can recap the good and the bad. We all have our good and bad times. but now all of us will be going to different schools next year. The crossroad has come for us what happens now cannot be changed. The next chapter in the book of my life has come and the introduction has been written.

I’m gonna tell you story that happen to me in the summer of 2015.But first I gotta tell you how I got in that in the mess.My story starts off on the last day of school and I only had lunch and one more period to get out of there and then it was finally summer time.I went to the table where my friends always hang out. My friend Thomas, who was tall and had crusty nappy hair.Is like the jokester in the group. He “is” always making jokes about moms and how he gets all the girls. Since it is the last day of school I thought I’ll help him out and show him he ain't nothing.So I went to go grab my friend Daisy and told her to go ask him out and see what he would do (Thomas always had a crush on her since fourth grade). So when she approached him I hid behind a corner to see what would happen..

None of my friends from the past were in my classes; hence, I was not able to turn to them for support. I would walk alone in the halls which gave three boys the opportunity to talk to me. In the beginning of the school year, the boys would form an unpretentious dialect with me on occasions. By the end of the first marking period, marching band and color guard ended and the three boys began to hector me daily about my interests. I tried opening up to a few of the girls in my class, but I quickly realized they were not truthfully my friends. I believed that talking to them about the three boys would help me, but they did not seem to understand or care. This caused me to become more insecure. By the middle of the second marking period, I would barely talk to anyone. The bullying grew excessive, which led me into a severely depressed state. The situation made me question my worth and made me feel there was no one who could help. I refused to confide in anyone about what I was going through. The boys’ torture increased as they commented about my physical appearance. Those comments caused havoc in my mind, and caused my self-esteem to continue decreasing. Finally, when the second marking period came to an end, winter color guard started. After a few short weeks, my color guard instructor, Mrs. Annette, noticed a change in my behavior and then gave me advice on how to handle the situation. I did not take advice

Less than two months into my second semester of High School and I had lost all of my friends, I had nobody that I could turn to and felt as if my life was ruined. At this point, I was heavily hit by my depression and became ostracized from everything/everyone that had previously made me happy. It all started on February 21, my best friend’s birthday and also the day they asked if I would go out with them, when I refused everything began spiraling downhill. Upset by my rejection and inflamed by the idea that they were “so out of my league” and that I could “never get someone like them again”, my best friend went to our group of friends and told them several lies. All of these falsities revolved around the idea that I consistently slandered my friends behind their backs and how I never truly enjoyed their friendships. The idea of me doing these things enraged everyone and without even questioning the claims, I was removed from the

In the middle of my junior year, I was finally happy. Hanging with new friends and enjoying my life as a single high school student. I had never dated someone at Grassfield High School. I felt I would end high school without having one. This changed at an unexpected time. I remember walking to the junior lot everyday and Grant Holloway, who everyone knows, teased me daily about my passion for Ohio State. I thought it was innocent since he was going to a Southeastern Conference non-powerhouse in football – well at least I feel it is a non-powerhouse. One day, my friend Gabby said something to me about him teasing me. She questioned if he was interested in me and I shrugged it off because I knew he was off and on with his ex. Until one day, I

For the first two years i was filled with anger but didn’t realize it, my junior year was probably the most emotionally draining because that’s when everything came out and i had to talk about my feelings when I really didn’t want to just because I don’t want pity from people, I didn’t want people to take advantage of me and essentially just because I was embarrassed. I had to witness my mom cry, I had to sit there while my sister asked “where’s daddy?” every day. My days were filled with court dates and therapy dates. So I was forced to think about what happened. It caused me to not be able to sleep because I was wishing that i circled “no” instead of “yes”, why I was taking things out on people, I would get scared every time the bell rang, and I would even wait for everyone to fall asleep just so I could cry myself to sleep. No one knows this but I resented my mom a little for bringing this man into the house because this is not the first time a boyfriend has caused chaos into our home. I felt like she could have at least realized what was going on. Before everything came out no one knew what was going and I had no one to talk to and I felt alone and if my mom would have noticed then I wouldn’t have gone through that. I don’t like to use the word depressed because that’s nothing to play around with but that’s how I

On the night of May 23rd, 2015, a 15-year-old boy walked home from a party. He was so intoxicated, that he didn’t know where he was going. The boy wandered onto Outer Ring Road and he fell into a pothole. The pothole was so deep, that the 15-year-old ended up in China. On May 28th, the boy returned home.

The days of my life, in 6th grade, in school , I have no friends. Most of my friends don’t remember. Then one early Friday morning, I was happy, because I get to go on the weekends and relax, but I had to go through the bad stuff. When the supervisors open the doors, I got ran over by the kids. Then, kids at breakfast kept on taking my food to play basketball by throwing the food in the trash cans. Then my teacher for ELA and Social Studies move me to a new seat.

Life is a roller coaster: there's no doubt about that. Just like a roller coaster, life can be bumpy, rocky, and scary, but it can also be fun, thrilling, and exhilarating. Things can go up, and other times things can go down. Longfellow kept repeating the idea of how the tide rises and the tide falls which made me realize how he

Both of us new to middle school. I was scared of being alone again and she needed someone to make herself look better. For months after the incident, I cried myself to sleep every night. I kept on asking myself if I could have done something different? If it was my fault? Maybe if I was a better friend, she would have stayed. For the rest of middle school I did not have any friends. I learned to find comfort in reading books and watching tv series. One thing I have to thank her for is that because of what happened I realized how much I love reading. My mother was worried that I spent most of my time locked up in my room, skipping meals. I wish I had known then that I would be okay. That I would make new friends and move forward in my life. I wonder now why it had taken three years for everything to finally fall apart. I knew the friendship was toxic, I have always know but I was to weak to stand up for myself. After a while, I forgave myself and learned to love myself, I learned not not care what other people think me as much. I finally stepped out her shadow and started to do thing I want to not because she wanted me to. Now, I try to surround myself with people that like me for who I am. I stopped apologizing for who I am and what I like to do. There are days that I miss her, I miss her so very much that my heart breaks all over again but I don't miss the toxic friendship that suffocated and drained

Losing friends, meeting new people, first job, first car, boyfriend, getting my license. Throughout the last four years of high school I’ve experienced a lot of new things and learned a lot on the way. I remember walking into school on the first day of freshman year; I was thinking that these are going to be a very long couple of years. I was wrong; these past four years have gone by so fast, so I guess my dad was right when he said they’d fly by.

I’m now a freshman, growing up and doing things I never thought I would do. My life is beginning to get on the right track. Life has mostly been okay it’s always bumpy for everyone. Last year was the hardest year I’v gone through. Eighth grade is suppose to be great. “You’re the big dog in the middle school” as my brother would say. Something happened last year that that made me myself today.

Looming in front of me was something new, a fresh start. Despite being this, it seemed cold and trying, something that sent shivers down my spine. Mixed emotions of uncertainty and optimism had filled my first day of middle school; and as my final year is drawing to a close, I realize that this place-this transitional time in my life- is something that I never want to leave. I created a home away from home, and a family, over the short three years spent learning here. Each school year, from first to concluding, brought new experiences in which have altered my life. These are the things that I am hoping to carry over into high school-my next chapter. Every experience in which middle school has brought leaves me changed indefinitely, shaped for the future ahead.