Creative Story : A Short Story

My first day of the second grade, I knew no one except the teacher and my younger brother. Kindergarten and first grade had been easy enough, but I was scared of the upcoming year. The only thing I knew about being the new kid was that it hadn’t panned out too great for Addie from the American Girl books. Mrs. Henson’s class was fairly quiet throughout the day, for most kids were nervous or tired. We neared the end of the day and I was ecstatic over the fact that hadn’t made a complete fool of myself. I hadn’t met anyone yet, but I thought that that would be a challenge for another day. Unfortunately, that’s not what Mrs. Henson had in mind. She sent us all out to recess with a grin plastered on her face and with me practically kicking

“I don’t want to go to school today,” Laurianna declared. She paused to see if her mother would start up a speech or insist that she go. Laurianna was a freshman at Versas High. Even though it was mid January, she was pretty nervous about starting in the middle of the semester and being behind. “Well that’s no way to start off your second semester in a new school” her mother exclaimed. She could hear her mother babbling about making new friends in the other room, but she was more focused on what she was going to wear on her first day. She had always dressed comfortably but still strived to keep up with the trends of her old classmates.

Her emerald eyes piercing through the room as she held her school bag loosely on one shoulder. Next was a darkly tanned girl, she very obviously looked Hawaiian with her long, wavy black hair cascading down over her shoulders and just past her bosom. Her chocolate colored orbs also scanning the room filled with new faces. She wore a lavender, sweater over her black undershirt, it falling slightly off her shoulders, a gray pleated skirt, black flats and a flower crown headband completing her look. At first glance they seemed happy to be there, but the more Evelyn looked there was just something offsetting about their searching eyes that were hidden behind their overexerted grins…

It was a peaceful and normal first hour. Well, at least for the people in it. Everyone was yelling, and the teacher had just given up on trying to stop them, and now was just browsing for a retirement home in Key West. I looked up at Jordan, who was my best and only friend. Her spiked blond hair was never put down, even in the toughest rain. Her tan legs sat on top of her desk, and her pine green eyes scanned the school newspaper.

Abigail Jay stood in front of the school on the rain drenched steps, rocking on her heels. She was waiting for Jimmy, her uncle to close the shop for ten minutes to come and get. Most of the other students had already left from the campus once the last bell rang, they booked it. Abigail was use to waiting for Jimmy, it wasn’t uncommon for him to be late and if anything she’d be worried if he was on time. Abigail tangled with the pull strings of her hoodie, an excited smile on her face.

On a bright, beautiful, early Monday morning, Sophia started her new school. She wasn’t eager about starting a new school because she wasn’t

Walking up to Boca Raton Elementary School all I could think of was, wow I’m about to enter this school and start my field experience. It’s all I ever wanted to do and it was finally coming true. I was so nervous, yet so excited. I didn’t know what to expect, were the kids going to like me, would I be any help in the classroom? Mrs. Vickers made me feel so welcome and from the start started telling me everything that was planned for the day. She taught first grade and has only been teaching for five years. While teaching, she was obtaining her masters degree at FAU.

“Really? Maybe she opened up and told you all of this because of your resemblance to her late mother,” her mother suggested.

“It’s not the same this time, dad.” Ben shrugged off his father’s hand with much enthusiasm and ease. “I’ve never moved to a new school a quarter of the way through the year. All the kids are going to have their friend groups by now.” Ben grabbed his umbrella by the staff and got ready to step out of the car.

"Ha! Gotcha now, doll!" Byron had dropped Jill off at Charles' place, to pursue her. He was gaining on CJ; so much that he could see her dashboard. He tapped her bumper from behind, and latched onto it. They were attached for miles. CJ steered her car into the rural area of town. She geared it in reverse and jumped out the door. Byron was thrown through his back windshield. She ran from both vehicles, as far as possible. Byron was after her; he couldn't allow her to live with the truth. It was a brick wall; she was trapped.

It was a bleak, foggy day in September. Alexa took a deep breath as she cautiously trudged into her new school. The chatter of kids, who had known each other for years, echoed through the wide hallways. Endless rows of striking red lockers occupied every possible space Hordes of students crowded the halls like an army of ants. She could feel an abundance of eyes looking her up and down, wondering who this new freak was, wondering who was invading their tiny, close-knit school. It was horrendous enough that she was a freshman. It was even worse that she was new. She was fresh meat in a

“You know, you should really eat healthier if you keep going to the gym with your brother,” she said, hair in a bun and night gown zipped up, “and don’t forget to call me; I’m your mother after all.”

Anastasia Lynn was a sophomore at Cottey College in Nevada, Missouri. The school sat in the middle of nowhere surrounded by nothing. No matter which direction you looked there was just trees and old dusty brick campus buildings. A trip to the inner city required two hours traveling time to and from. The only place near the all-girls college was Crowder college. They weren’t much better. The drive home to Indianapolis was worse. The trip was just short enough to make in one day with no overnight stops and just long enough to get tired of looking at the unchanging scenery of randomly placed houses and watching grass dry. Because of this Anastasia very seldom went home, but this year was different. Fall break had aligned with her twenty first

The first day of TaRaya’s middle school education started at Langford. The sixth graders were put into the new building that was built that summer. When TaRaya entered the upper level of the building, she was bumbarded by the scent of paint. As she walked to the door of her homeroom,TaRaya was greeted by Mrs.

It was a biting cold, August day, where Ell Johnson, a fourteen year old student at Myers High School. It seemed like any other day, but this was special to her. Ell was never like the other kids. She would always look outside, watching the pitter patter of rain drops create puddles outside the classroom,