Creative Writing: I Hate School

Sunshine was pouring out from in between the buildings, casting shadows all around Ponyboy and the gang as they walked to Pony’s school. They were taking their time walking down the streets and for the first time they all were really seeing what was all around them. Memories were surfacing in their minds showing them what it all meant to them. With every step they took on the sidewalk they remembered a different memory as if they were walking down memory lane. Ponyboy didn’t think it was possible for him to be walking down this street for the last time as a high school student, but he had gone through the years with great grades that earned him many scholarships.

I hate creative writing! I used to have an affection to write all the time, but now it just doesn’t give me pleasure anymore. Also, the books that I get from the class are horrendous too. It’s extremely tough to read a book when it doesn’t even excite anyone at all! reading and writing is exceptional when the writer, that is yourself, comes up with the idea, and your thoughts matter. But now review me, I’m forced to read an irrelevant book about a pathetic guy, and I’m writing about foolish Dylan Montgomery who thinks I’m broken! I’ve lose respect for something that I love to create

“Chloe move it, you take up the space for both of our lockers.” Annie said pushing Chloe out of the way.

Soggy streets, bland houses, and terrified citizens fill Rivertown, Virginia. Dark, gloomy weather has been rampaging since the death of a freshman at Rivertown High School, six months ago. The leafy, emerald pines that make up the forests of this small city, have been dulled by the rain and lightning. These forests are now considered dangerous due to the mud, roots, and the hills that are scattered across the land. Disappearances of more high schoolers in the area have the whole state terrified.

I look out the window above the sink as my mom replies. "Ok, sounds fine, bring a swimsuit, and that light purple sweater for night time, and hiking boots and old sneakers, and LOTS of socks, and-" I listen to her as I search out the window for nothing in particular, until I see a movement in the window of Camden's house on the first floor. I stare at it as my mom drones on, and Camden emerges from behind the curtain and waves creepily.

Today’s a Sunday so I’ll start school tomorrow. We eat dinner: Meatloaf. Guess who’s room I am share. Yeah you guessed right the grumpy teenage girl. Well, I hope tomorrow school will be better.

"Sometimes you gotta let something bad happen, or else you wont know how to fix things when they go wrong later."

Hansly soon followed her, but before he did he stare at Joshua with extreme disappointment. His dark brown eyes left Joshua stunned, as he never seen him so upset about anything. Joshua turned his face toward the window and starred at the atmosphere where he saw a gray clouds shrouding the blue and sunlit sky with a frigid air. As the bus stopped at Detroit Cristo Rey High School, Joshua then proceeded to go to his homeroom class where he would find his friends and try to apologize to them for his actions. As he enters the classroom he only found Rose, his father, and his teacher, Mr. Peter, conversing to each other.

Here I am. In a small town in the middle of Colorado at my new school. It’s my first day and I’m already sweating. I guess it makes sense, since I’m an elemental. The bell rings and I rush inside. Even though there are so many people I feel alone and excluded.

“It looks fine Maci. Now go upstairs and get washed up for dinner, your father will be home any minute.”

Ding Ding Ding. All the students were dismissed from their 7th- period class. Finally, I get to go home! After I packed up all my things to go home I walk out to go home. Then I see two 8th graders trying to steal stuff from a 6th grader. “These kids are crazy they do this to everybody. They have been through this before and they know how it feels to be bullied so why do they do this to other people." I walked past them quickly and quietly so they won’t bother me. I see my friend ahead and yell “Hi Alex”

How to Survive High School Rule 10: Beware the main hallway. It’s a lot like traffic. It will surely test your patience. Especially when there’s that one group walking slower than a snail. We all wanna scream, we know, we know.

“It most certainly is not,” retorted Phillie. “Freddie is that terrible man from those awful movies made years ago. The man who would attack children in their sleep.”

"You're ten centimeters dilated, Clara, you can start to push whenever you feel the urge to," instructed the nurse. Through tired eyes, Clara looked over to her husband for encouragement and received a reassuring smile.

Nayesha get up for school you are gonna be late!, i’m getting up mother...Ugh i really hate Mondays. *Ring Ring* Hey Ceil?. Are you almost ready for school we got to get going since you gotta pick me up today said Ceil Hurry girl she said again . I'm on my way Ceil Don't worry we won't be late.(Nayesha get into her car) Beep beep beep beep Hey Ceil i'm pulling up right now come outside ,girl you better be actually outside Ceil said. Nayesha you won't believe who called me last night talking about i'm gonna be in town tomorrow we should hangout! Please tell me it wasn't Chris said Nayesha . It was him but what should i do since we had that falling out 3 months ago, Well Ceil i don't know but i mean i wouldn't take it further than friends