Creative Writing: Bully

She is very mobile and uses speed to her advantage in all situations. She jumps into the play and has been able to produce offensively for the Thunder, but her speed allows her to get back into position and defend on the other end of the ice. She is dynamic in the style she plays. Laura says that there is no player in particular that she has modelled her game after; instead she has picked up different habits from past teammates. “Throughout the years, playing with great athletes and hockey players, you just pick up from there,” Fortino said. Watching the NHL and the olympic girls that are much older than me, seeing how they play the game and taking all those skills and incorporating them into my game, I have become my own

“YOU ALWAYS DO THIS! I HATE YOU!” she interrupted me. She stomped into her room. She’s lucky there was nothing within my arm’s reach or I would’ve--

The fact that I was not dancing had somehow made me responsible for providing helpful criticism. I was afraid I might have forgotten to tell her something important, that they may not look together on the court, but it seems as though I had forgotten that birds of feather flock together. On the court, the music started, and they danced perfectly. They look so good! How come they don't practice like that? I wondered. They performed, were given a loud applause, then ran off the court. Ten minutes later, we were already getting ready for the next dance, the one I was to perform.

I have had the pleasure of studying alongside Brittany Murphy for 8 years. Brittany Murphy is not only my classmate, but she is one of my best friends. She’s a friend that I know that I can trust and that I can always count on. She’s always there for me, and she’s a great person. I would describe Brittany as a team player, not only in life, but in sports. She has played softball and basketball during her high school career. She has always been very dedicated to sports. Currently, she is headed to the State 3-point shootout, and she’s the only one from Canton. I have always enjoyed watching her play because she gets into the game. She’s not one to be pushed around, and she helps lead the team to victory. She dedicates much of her time to sports,

She is a determined athlete and energetic spirit. “It makes me feel alive,” say’s Nash in response to why she enjoys being involved in long jump. She had broken a school record in just her first year as a participant in the long jump event. Although she has already been through one year of long jump, she still has a lot to learn. It is up to him to not only coach her, but everybody in the event in a way they’ll all be able to get the most out of it. Nash is ready for what this upcoming season has to bring for her and her new

Later that day Lisa saw the NWSL championship game and she was inspired by Crystal Dunn’s beautiful goal. So she practiced and practiced all by her self for many days until she finally thought she might be good enough.

I finally sat down beside her and held her hand. Right when she looked at me, she began to cry and my heart ached to see her in this condition. One of the moms called 911 and within 5 minutes the ambulance was at the front of Alecia’s School of Dance in Benson. The sirens were blaring so loud and Kristen grabbed my hand as tight as possible. I was getting up to move out of the way so the moms could help her stand up to walk outside to the gurney that was awaiting for her, and she looks at me and says, “Please don’t leave me. I’m so

Always my seat. And she was of course, staring at me. I noticed during class the little things she does. Push her hair back, grabs and twists her ears until they turn red, picks at her spotless fingernails and scabs on her hand until they bleed. Usually this is when she tells the teacher she has to clean up the mess she’s made. You’ll be lucky if you see her in that class after one of those, otherwise she disappears into the walls of the school, her body receding, swallowed by the colours in the area. This happened day after day, one day after another. The crowd of people would disappear when I would look at her. The other kids I mean. Her eyes the Gatorade ones. They would just stare at me. Look at me and stare right at my face. The look she gave me was usually vacant. Occasionally she would let her emotions spill out like paint spilling on a fresh clean paper. I would see the glass inside of her, the real girl, the shattered one the one who didn’t live to shop, hang out with her friends, squeal over guys. The one who truly believed she was broken, she wasn’t safe and no one could help her anymore. But just as quickly as it came it would disappear like the a fault or glitch in the system. She would go back to the standard usual glacial look and quickly avert her gaze. I would just sigh. We never actually interacted, until the day she came up to

In the crowded hallways of Angola High school I waited for her, Kylie, by my locker until I heard the ding of the bell and slowly shut my locker door in disappointment. This wasn’t the first time she would do something like this, and it certainly wasn’t the last. I remember distinctly one day when she invited me over to hang out at her house.

I have never been able to sing, nor will I ever have the ability to sing well. That is why I have talented friends. Throughout the years, Kenzie and I have always gone and seen the shows the school was putting on. With having a few good friends in all the shows, it was always important to me and Kenzie that we went to support our friends. With both of us having jobs we were lucky to find a day that worked for both of us. Luckily we thought ahead and bought our tickets online to secure that we would have the best seats possible, which are always front row so we can see our friends up close and even for any possible microphone problems we would always be in the clear. The drive to the school was normal, Kenzie drove and we talked about what we knew from what our friends had been saying and what parts we were most excited for. Mine was the fact that Hadyn was playing a character so different from the ones it seems like she always has during these shows, which would include a sad love song and a few pretty dresses. This time it was going to be all black and some deeper, darker singing.

“What she has done to *herself, you mean. Never have I ever physically harmed her.”

The day of the audition quickly came. All the dancers were in the studio warming up, listening to their music, and stretching. Anna Beth was a nervous wreck, sweating buckets just from the palms of her hands. When Ms. Tiffany walked in, the dancers quickly stood up to greet her, and waited for her instructions. Ms.

Headed toward the hockey rink, Becca felt strange being in the Ice Center after hours. It was quiet and deserted. When she reached her destination, she peered at the ice through the glass doors and attempted to crack unwilling knuckles. There’s no way out of this!

What you should do instead is to talk to her as if she is your best friend, but with one big difference...

“No way, he was forced to be friends with her. Oh well, at least it balances my day.”