Cartons Short Story

After a hectic morning, the children were coming inside from the playground. The filthy child I noticed in the morning, walked past. He smelled of farmyard animals. I can still recall his stench now some 30 years on. I

That day was the day I stay overnight to finish my assignment. Not even enough sleep in the morning really kills me and making me drowsy. After attending few hours of lectures, I had stomach ache and I just could not stand anymore, so I decided to go to the toilet and also to wash my face hoping that I can still hanging there for the next couples of hours. I was so sleepy and dozy; I forgot that after the renovation of the college toilets, some toilets were not the same anymore like it used to be. I actually walked into the girl’s toilet and at first I was not aware of it as

It was early July in Southern California: the sun was high, the air was warm, and the palm trees were swaying. Unfortunately, the bright sun could not light the darkness of the pit I had been slowly falling into during my tumultuous school year at my new charter school. On that day, when the other girls were tanning beachside, I was sitting deskside. I was trapped in a tiny, moldy, yellow-carpeted education office at the school I had transferred to the year prior. Like my fading hope, the dusty chandelier was barely hanging on from the ceiling. The room’s peculiarity added to my anxiety, as I felt failure lingering in the musty air. Though I had been sheltered by my parents’ optimism, I knew what I would soon hear: “I am so sorry sweetheart,

I got to my apartment and had a huge headache. I shouldn’t have drank that much well off to sleep for me. I did my homework at the library earlier so I don’t need to do that. This is the one week I do it anyway. I yawn once more and climb into my dark bed sheets.I snuggle underneath and drift off to sleep. If only I knew someone was watching me the whole day. I woke up the next day, showered, and brushed my hair for the weekend. I love weekends, no school and no worries. I closed the curtains of my bay window so the whole room would be dark and went down stairs to the burning smell of pancakes. Uck… I hate pancakes.

My parents had packed everything. EVERYTHING. There was bareness on the walls and there was around us except piles and piles of boxes. I looked around the house one last time as cold salty tears streaked down my face. I was covered in tears from the waist up. The feeling of leaving everyone made me empty inside. I felt hollow. Finally my dad said, “Let’s go!” I pleaded with him to let us stay, but I got the same usual answer, “You’ll be fine.” I wasn’t.

Today was a boring and very uncomfortable day for me. Everyone know my last day here at Grace Christian Center is tomorrow so everyone is telling me that they’re sorry that I’m leaving. I’m not sure if its true or not , but its nice to hear. When I walked through the doors of GCC I went straight back to my seat and started cleaning out my desk. I don’t have much in there but I want to make sure that I leave it in better shape than when I got it. Just because I’m leaving doesn’t mean that I have to leave my work area cluttered. After cleaning up my area I decided that I was going to go downstairs to eat lunch with the rest of the staff member, which was odd because that’s something that I normally run away from. Me and the staff ate

Mother and I agree to make Oreo cupcakes, candy kabobs, m&m cookies, chocolate chip cookies, and trail mix. I had to work that afternoon and wouldn’t arrive home until nine at night, but mom wasn’t going to start with out me. I got off work smelling like pizza dough, and exhausted, but I knew I had work to be done for the bake sale. While mom was baking the Oreo cup cakes I was putting together candy kabobs. My gloves where all gooey from positioning all the gummy candy on the fondue stick, and my fingers where aching from the twist ties that where used hold the bags together. The good thing was the whole house was full of over whelming smells of cupcakes, cookies, candy, and icing. Finally, my mom and I finished, so we got everything packed up and prepared for the morning of the bake sale. I couldn’t wait to go to bed. We arrived early at seven in the morning to arrange the booth. The booth looked amazing, I just wanted to eat everything that was on the table. When all the booths were ready to go, families began approaching the booth buying our baked goods. The children really enjoyed the candy kabobs. All the kids were walking around with gummy, sticky faces, and kept returning to buy more. Those sold out fast! From eight o’clock a.m. to four o’clock in the afternoon, I stood on my feet trying to get folks to come over and contribute

The next day, I went to work and it was very hard. My boss kept making me do errands and work that wasn’t mine to do but I didn’t care because I am going to show the world what I am made of and that I am not going to back down.

Hi I'm Hank Hill I sold propane and propane accessories, but now I am the principal at the Mcriley Elementary School. The school I work at is a complete dump. I have no idea why I'm here because i get paid minimum wage but I'm going to tell you a story that happened 40 years ago. In 1977 we had 7 inches of snow on a school day that was very dreadful. The county schools were out for the day but the city wasn't. So I had to get out of bed and go to work. Aggressively I tumbled out of bed took a shower went to my closet to get dressed ate a full meal of bacon and looked at very depressing photos that will soon make me cry. So I went to my car which was the size of a full size boat. I put the car in reverse and I backed up on a three

Checkouts is written by Cynthia Rylant. The girl who can is written by Ama Ata Aidoo. In these stories there are problems and solutions that's what I will be covering. Adjoa is very confused in the girl who can. She has problems with her legs. In Checkouts, her name isn’t clear because it's in first person point of view.

The day right from the start seemed like a good day so I went about smiling and walked blissfully to my normal seat next to my friends. We prepared for the coming classes that day. The deafening bell sounded and we were on our way to start the actual day. My classmates and I walked joyfully through the hallways, joking and laughing before reaching our first period destination. I made my way to the front of the classroom and sat down. The air was crisp so I took out my jacket and put it on. Our teacher walked in a few minutes late and started to take attendance. The whole classroom focused on him. After he finished taking attendance, he slowly reached down into a drawer and pulled out a stack of papers. I stared in disbelief. The stack of papers he pulled out was actually a pop-test. I took the pop-test trying to recall everything that we had learned over the course of two weeks. I focused on the test for most of the class period and finally turned it in. The morning weather seemed to just be a ruse. This was not a blissful or good day; it took a turn for the worst. I sat there in the chilling room trying to think of something else to keep

On a normal day my job is simple and even monotonous at times. All I do all day is pick up big boxes on wooden pallets with a forklift. The only strange thing is the smell… it’s a mixture of grease, and sweat. The warehouse that I work in is huge. Imagine your football field but twice as wide, and of course it’s not colorful turf, it’s cold grey concrete. One particular day ,however, was very eventful.

Instantaneously my oldest sister water bag breaks while she is being fingerprinted for a new job. Before long, my sister and parents dash across the 50 yard lawn to rush her to the hospital. As soon as, they get in the car the intense aroma of foul smell fills the atmosphere. Meanwhile, the odor was stronger even after my sister changed her soiled clothes. Finally, we discover the smell was from my moms sandal which she stepped in poop; all along the blame was on my

Today at work I had a horrible day from the beginning to the end I get up and eat breakfast. I start eating my cereal and I start to choke on a sticker of hitler taking a selfie (A Selfie a picture all by yourself of course with my genius brain I made that up but I feel like that won’t turn into a big thing) that me and a couple others proganded. I spit it out , consequently, I barfed in my cereal which made me go and buy more cereal. Hideki Tojo and Joseph Stalin was in the pitcher with hitler. I took a pital and I was alright so I started on my project that I hope one day it will become one of the best cartoons ever made. “Commando Duck”. It is a cartoon about Donald Duck vs. the Japanese. So far I’ve managed

He was looking out for me the entire time, and the first to grab the broom and hopped to the task cleaning up the mess. I tried to tell him that it was alright, but he insisted that there wasn’t any time to waste. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. To be truthful, I did feel as though I was going too slow in order to be a perfectionist. In order to survive this night, I knew I would have to sacrifice my core personality of being a perfectionist, and get a little bit disorganized in order to kick it into next gear. It killed me inside, but my colleagues were depending on me. I knew however that if I went too fast, more plates would slip and break. I needed to find a balance of speed and organization in order to pump out the clean plates as efficiently as possible. I remained focused, my hands aching, but my heart burning with determination. One after another, the plates went by onto the clean rack. Time seemed to blur and so did my motions. Before I knew it, the last plate was gone. I could hardly recall the past few hours, the seemingly endless pots, pans, and plates that went through my