Creative Writing: Gloom Street

“We eat in the teachers lounge. I wouldn’t even try the cafeteria food. God, it tastes like crap.” I giggle. Is he joking? “Um. are we even aloud to go in there?” The boy rolls his eyes. “Heck no. But there’s nothing wrong with a little, trouble, right?” he winks, and pulls me closer to him. “Right,” I lie, and follow him over to the so-called teachers lounge. The lounge is much nicer the cafeteria-there are large padded chairs, a snack bar, and no teachers in sight. “Where are they?” I question. The boy shrugs. “The other lounge. It’s much nicer, but you gotta work with what you got, right?” He’s doing the “Right?” thing again. “Right,” I lie once more. He begins to serve himself at the snack bar. I’m surprised at how he does things so easily without feeling even a tinge of guilt. “Cheese or salami sandwhich?” he says. “Surprise me.” Oh, now its like I’m flirting with him. Great. Suddenly, the door of the lounge swings open, and out rush out three of what seem like the boys’ friends. Sure enough, he introduces them to me: Raven; who has spikes sticking out of every area of her clothing, Byron; who has seemed to beat the record for piercings on one ear; and then himself, who turned out to be named

School has just let out for summer. John has daily chores to complete to help his dad with the workload of the ranch. John liked the work on the ranch he had a love for the land and the horses. Between his girlfriend, mom, and sisters john felt overcrowded with women and wanted to be away from them. When john got into the truck to leave he tells his friend “...Women! Between Kelsey my sisters and my mom I haven’t had a peaceful minute in weeks!” John was ready for a change of scenery.

The driver, Cecilia Blair, of vehicle 1 was traveling north through the intersection of N. State St. and Flint St. when she had a collision with vehicle 2. The driver, Jacqueline Muir, of vehicle 2 was heading west on Flint St. when she was struck by vehicle 1.

One night, towards the end of November, three teenagers were out past their town 's curfew. The teenagers knew that if they were caught, they would be in more trouble than they had ever been in before. These three teenagers were the oddest group of friends, Ethan was the goody-two-shoes of the group- always following the rules, he was a skinny kid standing about six feet tall but there was not one ounce of muscle on his body; Jackson was the star of the lacrosse team- he never paid attention to what anyone told him, especially adults, he was only about 5’10”, but built of pure muscle; and then there was Brooke- she did not know much about anything and she did whatever her boyfriend Jackson told her to, she was blonde and strikingly

You could feel the riot before you could see it. There was something else in the crisp early morning New York air, a certain electricity. A certain static that could only have been brought about by the winds of change. Even at three am the city is usually alive, but in these early Saturday morning hours Christopher Street was more alive than usual. However, it wasn't the normal flamboyant energy it had come to been known for. It was an angry energy, one that's only capable of being created by an oppressed group fed up with the constant mistreatment they've too long endured.

It was an ordinary day in new york, People going to work, birds chirping to indicate that fall had just sprung. A normal tuesday, the sun rising, another ordinary school day at central queens junior high, but not for Robert. Robert had snuck out of school, and he had found out that a couple of his friends were sick. He invited them over and one of his best friends, Alex came over. Robert and Alex played down at the park where they had met up with one of Alex’s friends, Jacob. They hung out until it was time to go back over to Robert 's house, when his new acquaintance Jacob said,

“Hannah? Hannah! You have a new package in the mail!” Makenzie runs into my house, as she stumbles over my dogs, who are barking at her. “What do you mean my mail? And why were you looking in my mailbox,” I say humorously. Makenzie jumps over the couch, kicking my phone out of my hand, “We are going to Los Angeles!” A few weeks before, Makenzie and I entered a contest to win a free trip to a Justin Bieber concert, in Los Angeles. I open the package, and the first word I read was ‘Congratulations!’ I screamed as I ran to my closet to get my suitcase. Makenzie started to throw random clothes in my bag, and I quickly stopped her. “Why are you taking all the clothes out,” Makenzie said confused. “Don’t you remember who filled out the information with us?” Makenzie’s face dropped as she answered my question. “I told you not to bring Agustin and Jacob to the mall with us, now we have to spend hours on a plane with them, hearing them talk non-stop,” Makenzie confirmed. “I’m sorry, Makenzie, but they are our friends,” I say supportively. I go to call my other friends, telling them the outstanding news.

The weather was pleasant, with cloudless blue skies and the air heavy with birdsong along their route. Accompanying those who were being sent to assess the damage at the Salsolan Outpost had been a choice — the same way drinking when thirsty was a choice — and bringing her slave had been just another facet.

One day, Jack and Mary went to school. Their middle school is called El mirage. After school they got on the bus and went home. A few hours later they finished their homework and chores. They were sitting in their bedroom so hungry they could eat a horse. They were thinking how can we can eat. Their mom was drinking beers after beers. She bought more beer with jack and Mary’s piggy bank money. Jack asked Linda, their mom, if she was going

Everything was the same, well except for Finn and Jessica. Finn was Charlie’s best friend since before he could remember, and Jessica was the love of Charlie’s life. “Hey Charlie boy!” Finn shouted. “Hi Charlie.” Jessica murmured timdly. “Hey guys. Man this place stinks, and I’ll just never get used to waking up every morning for something I hate.” Charlie grunted. “I hate it too man, but my Pops would kill me if I didn't get good marks, and I mean kill me.” Finn explained. “Same here Charlie, I don’t think anyone really likes school, but I do well anyways. You know maybe we could all study together sometime.” Jessica said. Charlie jumped on this opportunity to hang with Jessica outside of school. “Yes! I mean um...sure I will see if I can.” Charlie eagerly said. Charlie glanced around and noticed a guy standing against a locker down the hall. “Hey guys, I should probably get to class.” Charlie said skeptically. “What do you mean Charlie? There is still 10 minutes until class starts.” Finn questioned. “ I just got to go man!” Charlie said. As Charlie approached the boy against the locker, he reached into his bag for the money he

Go back in time think of what it would be like to live in the 70’s, where everything was disco, and women were looked at from a whole new perspective. Within the town of woodsberry there was a little girl named Emily who was 9 years old, but she always felt like she was all grown up. She was a proper girl who always liked to dress-up and wear her mother’s shoes, although there weren’t many shoes, she made do with what she was given. Her mother, Eleina was a 32 year old housewife and her father, Jonah was a 36 year old factory manager. They lived in a 2 bedroom apartment right by main street; one of the busiest streets in the city.

Naomi Bellacotte had awoken from the nap at the sound of a heavy book falling off of her bed. The ebony haired, green eyed girl was suppose to meet her best friend roughly half an hour ago so when she saw her side table clock it was no wonder the first words out of her mouth were, "Oh shit!" Naomi was going to culinary school and her best friend had no business anywhere near a stove top so she was planning on spending as much time with him as possible. Three weeks today she broke up with her ex, as he had cheated on her and Michael had nailed him good in the face. the very thought made her smile. Thankfully her best friend was only five houses down the block so she slipped on her boots, fixed her grey short layered shirt, and dead pool tank top before heading out the door. Her long ebony locks were pulled back into one tuggable ponytail. Naomi's parents were on a seven day cruise while she opted out to spend more time with her best friend. She offered to cook them dinner and then they were suppose to have a movie night.

“You cut you’re beautiful, long hair after your return. Mom thought you were in protesting the war, but I saw you two. I knew the real reason you cut the longest blond braid in the neighborhood.”

Autumn Burrow  lived with her mother and father in an old wood cabin 15 minutes outside of the nearest town. They lived a casual life where her mother and father loved her dearly and they both worked average jobs at the family owned restaurant. Autumn is a popular girl with a few close friends but she talks to everyone. With high school starting in less than a year her parents have allowed her to stay home alone during their annual trip to Maine. Bubbling with excitement, Autumn planned to have a week full of movies, loud music, plenty of pizza, and her closest friends. On the morning of her parents flight, she woke up itching to jump out of bed, her stomach turned unable to control herself she squealed as she ran down stairs.  Her father prepared

The air is filled with a sweet aroma as another female student walks by. The perfume is strong and people choke and turn their heads when she walks past them. The sound of noisy flip flops coming down the hallway alerts the boy and he rises to greet his friend. When standing, he is about six feet tall and seems to be well muscled. His friend was of much the same description, only the friend is slightly less muscled and his eyes are the color of the sky on a clear day. Girls leaning against the walls and sitting in the chairs in the hallway, stare at the two young men exiting the building in which they wait. The young men pay no attention and