Correia Middle School: A Short Story

My father knew what happened immediately. He came to school and picked me up. When we arrived home, my father directly took my PlayStation and prevent

As Angelica confidently strolled into Rosario High, Eliza and Peggy, her sisters followed close behind. Angelica had been at the school before, because she'd been taking a bus over to the high school for her advanced math class all throughout eighth grade. Eliza, however, had never been inside the building before and felt incredibly small walking in. Peggy wasn't even supposed to be there. She should've been in eighth grade, but she skipped it and went straight to high school. She was very smart, but no one ever noticed. She was always just Angelica and Eliza's sister. They made their way down wing 1B in search of their lockers. Peggy stopped at her locker, number ninety six, while Angelica and Eliza looked for their own. Angelica finished her search at locker number seventy stuff. Eliza found hers a bit farther down, locker 46. While she began to unpack her books, she saw four boys making their way down the hallway. One was the famous jock, Lafayette. No one knew his real name except teachers, because he insisted that it was to long to use. His friend, another jock who was very smart, however, Hercules Mulligan followed him down the hall. John Laurens, who was decent at sports, but more of a science guy was with them, too. Following them was the mystery man, Alexander Hamilton. He was in their grade, but barely anyone knew anything about him. Eliza figured he was just another jock.

“ I don’t want to hear one more word from you, now go back to class.” the principal stated sternly as she assured me out the door. I went back to class and finished the rest of the school day. When I arrived home my mom sent me to my room until my dad came home to talk with me and discuss my punishment. After my dad’s lecture

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.

One day in Lindley Middle School there were two girls in Mr. Foreman’s classroom and their names were Anazia Maisonet-Snell and Lanecia Hayward. So as they were just sitting in class doing their work Lanecia decided she was going to take Anazia’s pencil case because her pencil broke and when Anazia saw Lanecia took her pencil case Anazia said, “Give me back my pencil case” and Lanecia didn’t which made Anazia very upset. Then Anazia got louder because she knew that that would make Lanecia give back her pencil case. Since Lanecia gave Anazia back her pencil case Lanecia didn’t bother trying to take it again.

“ 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 fresh dew in the air, cold and frosty, sent a chill vibrating throughout my body. The sun peaked out from behind the mountain, yet the tint of bleak darkness remained in the sky. Subsequent to the prolonged drive, we arrived at La Reina High School located at Thousand Oaks, California. We all filed out of the van and Miller, my debate coach, handed me a blue laptop, thin and smooth, with the number six atop. A wave of anxiety broke over me, as we walked in. My mind was clouded and racing with a million thoughts. I had never done this before, and here I was at my first debate tournament. Debate was a very prominent part of my life and I was strongly determined to earn pride and respect from my coach. As we went into the cafeteria and to

We pull up to the May Wood County High School, my mom quickly drives off as I get out of the car. I turn to the building, not even two seconds after looking at it, a lady in black comes up to me and grabs my arm. "You need to get in the school before the bell rings young man!" Her voice was eerie in a sense. She dragged me into the building, standing there were tons of other students talking to their friends and socializing. The lady walks back outside to "greet" the other late students. I stand in the middle of the sea of students, not knowing what to do. Everyone was eyeing me and I could definitely hear them talking about me, all of a sudden the bell rang and the flock of kids moved down the hall to their first period. I had to take a quick

The arrival of the town’s carnival meant two things: summer was coming to an end and school was starting up again. While Ryder would normally groan at the thought that his summer vacation was ending, it was kind of bittersweet this time. After all, he was entering his last year of high school and it would be the last time that he would walk down the halls of McKinley High. It was crazy to think that he would be graduating in just a couple of months and despite the fact that he was pretty stoked to move on with his life, he couldn’t help but be a little scared too. He knew he couldn’t dwell on it too much though, which is why he had to make the most of his senior year, while trying to keep his grades up.

I’ve been at Barrington Middle School for three years. It is the place where I transitioned from a child bright-eyed and ready for the world, to the older, if not wiser young adult, that I am today. I’ve been here through the good times and the bad as I went from year to year. I am leaving this institution of knowledge more prepared because of AVID. I am leaving ready for my life ahead.

It was a typical Tuesday morning. I had eaten breakfast and was just about to head out the door. My mom was waiting in the car for me, and I didn't want to make her wait. Unable to find my own earphones, I dashed into my sister's room and grabbed the earphones she had on her bed. It was only hours later when I had misplaced them and had lost them. I arrived home with my sister when she asked me where I put them, and I took a risk by lying, saying I never touched them. My mom asked me what had happened and I told her I took them to school and they were in my backpack. My sister overheard this conversation and it was clear I had brought them to school and lost them. I could have easily avoided this situation by just telling the truth and lent

Ryder’s class. So, then I realized that My laptop was in my room. So I opened the door slowly and want to my table and grab my MacBook. Then when I was coming back I fell down on the floor. “Boom”!! Immediately my parents came upstairs like they were going to go run a race, and like they were going to win.They saw my door opened. My sister came to my room with her phone, and says” should i call the doctor, or should I call 911, or wait should I go get your phone and call the doctor”. “Go get my phone, and call the doctor as quick as possible” dad reply after hearing my sister Brooklyn talk a

After a day or two, my parents had heard that our neighbor’s window had broken. They asked me if I had heard anything about it, but I simply said no. When I got to school, my friends continued to urge me to confess, but I would not budge. Another couple of days passed, and me and my friends were hanging out again. This time our parents were there and seemed angry. They knew where we were when the window broke, and so they knew one of us had broken it, but they didn’t know who. Everyone glanced at me, but I still did not talk. This went

I frantically search through my pink and purple Janz Sport backpack while my father stands above me, the grinding of his teeth was able to be heard from three miles away. “I can’t find it”, I said. My mind was racing through ideas of how I can present an official document carefully assessing the most intricate aspects of my behavior, personality, and my intelligence. I was scouting for my fifth grade report. “I don’t think my teacher gave it to us, I don’t have it”, I said with the hopes that he would willingly accept my reason for not giving him my report card. Searching the premise of my bedroom, my father continues his investigation of the missing report card. “We will discuss this later”, he says as he exits the room.

Stealing a toy from my preschool classroom is the earliest and most shameful memory that I can recall. Every day, my father was in charge of taking me to class since my mother had to leave for work early in the morning. In my classroom, there were always so many wonderful toys spread out for the children to play with. I liked them all, mostly because they weren’t mine, which made them extra special. Also, because we had to share the toys and could never hold onto one for too long, it made them seem even more desirable. Even though I had a lot of my own toys at home, there was one toy in the classroom that really captured my attention. It was a fuzzy, stuffed cat with a brush and its own clothes. I had always begged my parents for a real cat, and the answer was always ‘NO!’ This may not have been a real cat, but to my young mind, the stuffed one looked almost as good. I really adored that toy but never had a chance to play with it for enough time. Because I was a shy, petite girl, and I get red whenever I want to talk to someone, I couldn’t ask for my turn to play with that beautiful, fuzzy cat. After one frustrating day at school of being unable to play with my favorite toy, I did something horrible. It was so easy to hide that toy in my backpack and take it home because everybody was busy doing an activity with the teacher. I left for home completely excited that now I could finally play with my beloved toy.