Creative Writing: Jenna Van Winken

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

The morning was foggy and I could see the front of my school through my window. It was a nice sight to see. I walked into the kitchen to make myself a bowl of cereal and there she was with her head down on the table. I could tell that she arrived a couple of hours ago because the tears hadn’t dried from her cheeks yet. I got myself ready gave her a kiss on her forehead and headed off to school. I had walked into class eager to see what my teacher Mrs. Padron had in store for today. Every single day there was something new to learn and there’s something about that infinite nature of learning that really appealed to me as a child. I cherished those 7 hours I spent in class the most I could and I dreaded the mere thought of having to go home where I would have to face the

In life, people can gain friends quickly, but what no one talks about is that they can lose them just as fast. I learned how quickly a friendship can begin and end about two years ago. In August of 2013 a girl named Moriah Ebron was deemed my best friend. She lived in Delaware while I was all the way in West Virginia. That was a small challenge, but we made it work. We were able to visit each other and have an amazing friendship, but suddenly, something went terribly wrong. Never had I realized how fast friendships can end until I became friends with Moriah Ebron. This is an epic story of friendships and trials as well as love and hate. This is all about how I gained and lost a best friend in the same amount of time, and how that shaped me as a person.

Bailey knew that teasing Calahan the way that she was would send him over the edge. Teasing was something that Bailey was a master at including when it came to making him want her. After all the fights and all the tension between them everything felt like it was back to the way it had been. Bailey had missed days likes this where they would both just tease each other and then fuck for hours. Pressing her lips to his she bit down on his lip harder than before tugging. “I'd disagree, but then that would be a lie. I've been bad. What are you going to do about it?” Bailey spoke linking her hand together with his as he did the same. Parting her lips she felt him press his cock against her rubbing her clit and up and down her pussy as she whimpered. Her body ached even more for him to be inside of her, for him to make her scream his name like he had done hours earlier.

Middle school, when that word pops up in one’s head, it’s a sudden reminder of dreadfulness, broken promises, regrets, first crushes, and last but not least, learned lessons. Another morning had brought another school day. Seeing familiar faces and teachers I just wanted to get through the day with no hassle, but that’s not always the case. At least it wasn’t for me. Making my way through the extended halls and walls that seemed to enclose upon me, I felt nothing more than like a chained prisoner. The bell rung and I remained seated in my class, encompassed by boxed, outdated computers and rusty white walls, I felt

Impact hosted a Halloween party, and we invited one of my other best friends, Jessica. The three of us had a wonderful time. Eventually, even my other best friend, Ashley, started going. Soon after that, Sam invited Gianna and me to join her small group. Small group was a group of nine girls that met weekly to discuss difficulties in their lives and worked to find solutions and support through bible verses. Over time, I developed close bonds with these kind girls. One girl in particular, Annabelle, became one of my closest friends, even though she attended a different school. The next big event at Impact was their New Year’s Eve party, called Countdown. This provided me the opportunity to spend even more time with these girls. It was magnificent. My small group introduced me to their friends, and my circle of friends continued to grow. However, there was still emptiness in my

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.

When they reach Estelle Louise’s driveway, Clemmy Sue eased the Ford into the entrance, and stopped thirty feet from her mailbox.

Beth was raised by the mob. She’s never gotten herself into a situation her family couldn’t drag her out. So when those closest to her wind up dead or missing, she’s left to her own devices. She quickly realizes how hard it is to survive on her own.

“3,2,1 !”Swoosh Jordan Michael Jr. has won the championship game for the tower high roadrunners.He made a three pointer with 3 seconds left on the clock .They have won the championship game with the score 101 to 100.After the game he went to a pizza restaurant called Toronto Pizza .Him and his coaches and his team and parents were there celebrating.Everybody went home.Him and his friends were walking to the park and they decided to take a shortcut .They walked threw an alley,the alley was pitch black.They saw a glowing object by a dumpster.They were curious, they didn’t know what it was.Jordan was the one who walked up to it and the object had a garbage lid over it.He took the garbage lid off of the glowing object.

He is remarkable in my eyes and presents his extraordinary features to others, but believes he is only ordinary. Ryan is much more than just a normal person and if I had to sum up all of his hidden accomplishments, 20 vehicles to be exact, in one single word, I would use innovative. Why you ask? Well, Ryan, being his 21-year-old self, can make nothing into something. He could make a pile of brittle metal into a rocker panel on a car with his handy-dandy welder and many different tools I do not even know the name of.

The Sally Hansen “Hard as Nails” nail polish line has “saved” my nails for years. It has kept my nails, strong, long and beautiful. During my high school years I used to try quite a few home remedies, from poking at a raw potato and garlic clove to dipping my hands in other homemade recipes.

Throughout my entire childhood I have not been exposed to a whole lot of creativity around myself. Although there was one specific person that has caught my attention about creativity. This person is my older sister Amy Trinh. I have observed her to be one of the most creative person I know due to her process and experiences that I have seen. Throughout my interview with her I will be portraying how her creativity stands out to me and how it makes me think of her as a unique person while also using Creative and Flow by Mihaly Csikszentmihalyi to relate to creativity as a whole.

Nia Rae Dayne pulled her green 1971 Ford F-100 into one of the numerous empty parking spots and let the engine idle. Coppery brown eyes lingered intently on the license plate of the junker car parked a few spaces in front of her. That was the one. That damn car had her driving up and down these backwater roads for weeks searching for it, well, not so much the car but its owner. He was a certain type of fellow that Nia liked to get up close and person with, along with her sawed off shotgun. Bertha was the name, not of the guy, the shotgun. She wasn't sure why she gave it that name, or even bothered naming it at all, but she looked like a Bertha. She (Bertha) had been aching to come out and play with this fellow; he had been calling out for a

We met on the first day of eighth grade- my best friend and I. Upon walking to the cafeteria, it felt obvious that first day jitters filled the overly decorated and colorful middle school hallways with anticipation. The time was approximately 10:45 in the morning as hungry students quickly shuffled their way passed each other in a race for their meals. I remember the familiar smell of square cut pizza filling the sunlit lunchroom as I made my way towards the last available seat of one of the many round tables occupying the room. I noticed that every seat had been claimed by recognizable faces, except one, a small girl with ivory skin and light purple braces. With only one vacant seat to her left, I unknowingly sat next to someone that would become a major influence for the next five years and counting. Madison Faith proved to be the smartest, funniest, and most loving being I have been blessed to call my bestfriend.