Creative Writing: Highland Ranch Elementary School

"Mom!"I screamed, "Come on we need to hurry if we want to get there on

This is it. The championship game is in the last quarter, down to a minute and a half. The line of scrimmage is at the 10-yard line. Jeffery, the quarterback, fields the snap, and he looks for an open receiver. Tommy, his best friend and the tight end, is unmanned in the end zone. The throw is perfect. The crowd roars in excitement that Thomas Jefferson High School won the State Championship.

It was taking a long time to find the right address because the GPS had taken us to the wrong house. We pulled into the driveway and typed it in again. Mom was so tired that she kept dozing off as well, so Callie was in charge of keeping her awake. Every time she’d tap on her shoulder, Mom would say something along the lines of, “I know, I know! We are almost there.” It was around one in the morning when we arrived at grandpa’s house.

"Have a good day, make sure you head over to Vice Principal Luna so you can get your schedule. I'll be here at three." Mom told me as I gather my book bag and climbed out of our mini van. I waved at her and she drove off. I coughed out the exhaust fumes. Never had I once seen that woman drive like that before. Guessed she really wanted me out of the house for once.

“Do you have everything ready to go for today?” My Mom asked in a worried tone. I simply replied with a quick yes so I scarf down the rest of my breakfast and run back to my room and get dressed as fast as I could. We had to leave a bit earlier than expected so we could pick up my best

I lazily go to the kitchen for breakfast. Mother is rushing around attempting to handle a million things at once! She is making me oatmeal, Poppy toast, Isabelle applesauce, and John and Henry cereal. She is also trying to change Isabelle’s diaper, stop Henry and Poppy from arguing, and listen to John practise a speech for class.

“Mr. Josten, Mr. Josten!” yelled one of the eighth graders from my current math class in Crescent Middle School. I figured it would be another out of context question, as that was the norm for Andrew. Andrew had always seemed to be the one who tried his hardest, but could not focus on his schoolwork, or anything for that matter. I acknowledged his raised hand to hear, “what would happen if someone figured out how to pass things through time?” I figured since there was a small amount of time left in the class period, I could answer his question thoroughly since I majored in both math and science. “Well Andrew, if I had to guess I would say that someone would receive that object unexpectedly in a different time period. However, if someone creates

“Okay sweetie, get some rest, and we will get there soon, just wanted to check on you.” said my Mom.

A tall robust boy with dark hair and yellow eyes entered Ellingburg middle school school at exactly 7:55 on september the 18th, it was the second day of school. His big build is easy to locate in the rush of teens. There is a tap on his elbow he looks sideways, at a medium sized boy, something changes in his eyes. Jack is short compared to Sebastian. Jack is a skinny boy with long legs, his dark hair hanging loosely over his dark brown eyes. A loud bell rang and Jack grabbed Sebastian's arm. Sebastian froze for a second and then ran. Sebastian knows Jack just thinks of him as a friend, but it is different for him, he does not know if Jack knows.

One day, I walked upstairs to my warm third grade class at John Stewart Elementary school. As I started my morning work, which usually included math, that was on my desk, my teacher, Mrs.Biddle announced, "Today we are going to pick table names!"

Failure. As the testing paper crossed my face, I saw the letters “F-A-I-L” written across. With my heart broken and my soul shattered, I quietly accepted my results and walked away. Though not my first experience with failure, the fatality was blown and I began to tremble. With my heart dropping in disappointment, I returned back to my practice in hopes of proving once again, I was worth my Black Belt.

“Yeah and i'm dropping yall of at the park later on, and y'all better watch my kids!” Mom demanded.

“I know mom,” I respond, rolling my eyes in spite of myself, “but I really can’t get another tardy.” Just like that I’m running down the street through the early morning

Four years ago I took my first Tae Kwon Do black belt test. I had trained to get to that point for five years. When I was preparing for my test, I would have never guessed the amount of

“WAKE UP” my mom yelled from the kitchen. “We have to go now!” My mom said at 9:00 in the morning.