Bonnie-Leigh High School: A Short Story

Young, but driven, Jorge began dancing in the spring of his senior year at Sharyland High School. He was welcomed into Melba's School of Dance's family where he was introduced to ballet, tap, jazz, hip hop, and folklorico.

“ In the early month of May at the Menifee Middle School, it was a normal day until ‘YES’, ‘HIT HIM’ ‘HIT HIM.’ Students were pilling out into the schoolyard toward the echoes of cheering. With the excitement in the air, it was the chance for students to grasp the glimpse moment of exhilaration.

The bright, warm sun shone through the only window in Mrs. William's 5th grade classroom. Mckenna Green sleepy peeks up at the window and glances at the bright green trees and blooming flowers. She looks at all the beautiful spring colors and birds flying happily in the sky. Mckenna suddenly looks back down at her 35 question math test and sighs. All she sees is black and white, her least favorite colors. She then stares at the ticking clock, with several more minutes till school ends. Mckenna slowly drifts into a daydream, closing her eyes lightly. She imagines herself babysiting for the first time, something she had been wanting to do ever since her friends started to babysit. Mckenna sees her best friend Annie by her side as they watch Mckenna’s two-year-old sister Pennie play with her dolls. Shortly after, Mckenna’s mother Mrs. Green comes home and gives them both 20 dollar bills. “Thankyou, thankyou very much!” Mckenna says as she gleefully gazes at her money.

“Wyandotte High School,” Mrs. Marilyn said. We were next. My anxiety screaming “you have to get up and do stuff or you’ll fail in life.” I got up from my seat and headed to the stage. My heart was racing loudly that I was afraid that everyone would hear it. My hands dripped with sweat. I kept taking deep breaths to calm myself. I felt the spotlight following my every move.

I feel as if happiness is a joke and no one ever let me in on the punchline. I see others enjoying it and having a grand old time, but I just don’t quite get it. There are times when I think I have figured it out, but it will slip from my grip and I’m left miserable, once again finding that I was wrong about it all along. It’s a vicious cycle of never-ending despair. That’s just my life for you.

Today in DeKalb school was off so all three of us stayed home. Dave went to his work,which is 3M and Jane went to work,her work is teaching. At 8:10 Nhi woke me up telling me to go downstairs to open the door for Diane. Our babysitter because it was required that we couldn’t stay home alone. Diane came in and I went upstairs to hang out with Nhi. My woke up and went downstairs and talked to Diane. Nhi and I were talking. We didn’t talk much because she typed me stuff on note. I was reading it but Diane said we needed to get dressed because Judy,another person from Rockford was coming. When she came she didn’t bring any stuff. She asked us specific stuff we wanted. Of course I wanted my cat stuff since it contained my dairy. She asked us if

Breaking news from Belle Plaine Middle School! A girl on Venus name Margot has been stuck in a closet during the one hour of sun!

When I was nine everything was huge. People, school, and even my instrument. As a third grader I could barely hold up my horn, pushing down any one of the three valves was out of the question. My parents pleaded with me, suggesting I attempt clarinet, or flute. They were tired of hearing the same three notes. I refused and stuck with my horn, slowly I gained strength in my hands and the trumpet stayed. Coming into Ridgewood High School as a freshman I had similar thoughts as when I was nine. Everything about high school is huge. The school is huge the stairs are huge and the seniors… are beyond enormous. In the winter of 2013 I had my first jazz band audition, that same winter I played with the jazz lab on fourth trumpet. That year the band

Pushing open the doors of Bethel Park High School one last time as we exited the building on the last day of school, my friends and I decided to go to our favorite restaurant. All eight of us squeezed into one SUV and we commenced on our 15-minute road-trip that included lots and lots of “singing”, a.k.a. screaming. We pull into the small, and always congested parking lot and found a small spot near the entrance of the restaurant. We filed out of the car like kids getting off a school bus, one after another after another. We burst our way through the door where we were greeted with one of my favorite all time sayings, “Welcome to MOE’s”! The way all the employees drag on the end of saying “MOE’s” is music to my ears. We headed straight to line,

Every person has to overcome obstacles as they grow. Some obstacles are larger than others. One of the largest obstacles that I have ever had to face still haunts me to this day. I can remember every detail that occurred on September 30th, 2015. On this day, my school, Harrisburg High School, was traumatized by a school shooting.

“Sorry about the book, ma’am. We’ll bring it back,” I told the librarian as I ran after Sherri. The two of us ran all the way down the street, breathing heavily, and didn’t stop until we arrived at Sherri’s

The resonance of despair extended through the sidewalk, as I strolled reluctantly throughout the vibrant Bathurst park near the central Vaughan police terminal station in Ontario, Canada. Surrounding me were numerous citizens occupying the park as they observed their children optimistically playing in the distance as the sun's radiant light reflected upon them, producing a heavenly appearance. As I gazed at the children's smirks, I felt a sense of emptiness in my soul as if a large quantity of my charisma had departed, causing my heart to accelerate. I rapidly walked through the large translucent doors of the Vaughan police terminal station where a police officer led me inside the security building as I repeated the verses of the Oath of Allegiance verbatim. Eventually, my parents situation

"Just wait in your room till after I bring the bike. After he screams and yells, come down and offer to drive me home. We go around the corner and park. I wait until Bella and her leech show up and I remind them of the treaty. Then we actually head down to the res. You can drop me at Sam and Emily 's and I 'll stay there till I go home later. I 'll have to report to Sam anyway." Jake said.

“Hmmm... what am I going to wear today? Ah! I know, I’ll wear my favorite blue shirt!”

“Please, forgive me,” she says again when she notices my silence. “I was in a bit of a rush and didn’t see anyone through the window.” Her gaze falls to my suitcase and a soft smile plays across her lips. “And you must be Grayson King, our newest writer. I’m Amelia….I help manage the store.”