Creative Writing: Middle School

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.

I’ve always been known as a nerd, a good girl, a teacher’s pet; but yesterday, that all changed.

On a beautiful, Sunday morning Mikey, Laurel, and I go to eat at our usual hangout spot, “Gloria’s Pizza”. It’s been a month since our skit and my leg has healed nicely since then, but it still sorta hurts if I move it to much. Tiffany doesn’t talk to me anymore except for the occasional glance in the hallway. But ever since Laurel smiled her beautiful smile that day at the hospital, I’ve had a huge crush on her and today I can’t stop staring at her. See, every Spring our middle school holds a school dance and I’ve been trying to gather the courage to ask Laurel if she would go with me. So far I’ve got no hope. While we sip on Pepsi and crunch on pizza I can’t help but notice how Laurel’s bronze hair cascades down her shoulders in long waves

"What?" I murmured. I opened my left eye slightly, only to see my best friend sitting beside me and the whole classroom looking at me with widened eyes.

Palpadge Middle School is where two very different girls go to school. Joy ¨The Angel¨ is always complimenting people, but Sage ¨The Devil¨ has never said anything nice in her life.

As the August morning sun chased the shadows from the roofs of houses and painted the sky gold, once again there was an eerie silence at Horribly Hard Middle School. In the dawning light, you could not see into the classrooms because of the light-blocking curtains at every window. No early teacher rushed out of a car in the parking lot to set up a lab or to get an early start on preparation for the first day of school. Horribly Hard Middle School was like a spooky mansion: closed, dark, and abandoned.

“How long are we staying?” Mitsuru asks, running excited circles around the three of them. “Can we eat baguettes?”

Patrick walked into his English class and slid in his toward the back of the room. Once he was settled, the second bell rang, signaling that class had officially started.

Walking in the crowded halls of Beacon Hill High School, I never felt more alone. Surrounded by smiling faces of pupils of mine. Each laughing with friends. Each step took me farther into the crowd, further into my mind. Pushing past goths, geeks, athletes, and even the stoner kids who never usually come to school.Sighing in relief, my hand grabs onto the familiar lock of my locker. Locker C1098, located on in the central wing first floor, locker number 98. As I spin the lock, placing in the combo my mind gets lost in concentration. It shatters and disappears when my ears picked up on the sound of the lock popping, indicating it was now unlocked. Thank god I got it on the first try. Shoving my leather jacket in the small locker

The deformed shape stared back at me, resembling my appearance in a twisted way. In the reflection, I saw a man, no more than a stranger—with ashen skin, a figure of crooked tallness and dusky hair, like mine, that curled into a mist of twilight. It wasn’t a very accurate reflection for a mirror. At least I believed it was a mirror, for it mimicked my every movement and imitated the soccer ball tucked beneath my arm, though the shape was bent in places. These distorted mirrors filled the wall, with its paint flaked like snow, they arranged beneath the faded colours of opulent draperies that cloaked this attraction of the carnival. Moonlight crept through an open aperture between the materials, shattering off the glass and falling throughout the closed-in area. I knew its purpose was centered entirely on being humorous: a quirky and comical asset, which was evident as amusement poured through the contagious sounds of children’s laughter. I watched two siblings, curious. The crying boy tugged at his mother’s hand and the girl with a head of

Replied her companion as she pointed out the large bay windows to the lake beyond.

“Yes!” You cheered loudly, doing a little victory dance in your chair and Sean laughed at your ridiculous dance moves.

"I'm Kate, but continuing on to the real problem... do you know why these things are here?" Kate looked intensely at the both of them, expecting a response. Liam shook his head and Mr.. Jacks let out a sigh.

“Why are we looking in here anyway?” Anna asked again, frustrated at the lack of progress and action “we know where everyone is on the map right? why don’t we just go there”

“Hey, we were just trying to bring some life to this dead, dark morning.“ replied Loretta still getting her laughter under control.