Creative Writing: Ready For High School

“I guess,” I said, mumbling under my breath once she could no longer hear me. I took my seat... it was time to take the test. The teacher handed me my test packet. I took a gulp. I don’t know this. I won’t be able to do this. I told myself, flipping open the first page. I’ll skip this and come back to it… Uggg! I might as well just skip all of them! I went through the formulas, over and over, and in what seemed like no time at all, the teacher was collecting our papers. I gave mine to her and slumped low in my chair.

I was dropped off at the school and I shook with excitement. “Good luck and do your best!” my mother shouted in her usual high and happy voice as she sped off in our small Honda. I walked into the school gym and

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

Isabel went to her locker whispering with Sage Littlefield. Sage was one of Isabel’s friends. Sage had a locker right above Isabel’s and she always let Isabel go first. The girls where talking about the test tomorrow. In fact they were quizzing each other. To the other 5th graders they seemed to be complaining, but no they were quizzing. Most kids thought they studied too much because the always got good grades no matter the

There is nothing like waking up to a blow job to get the day going. I opened my eyes to find Megan's blond head slowly up and down on me as the necklace lifter and fell on my leg while it dangled from my neck.

At lunchtime I sat in the normal spot where Dave, Collin, and I would sit and eat. But today, it was just Collin and I. “Have you come up with anything?” I asked Collin.

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

The boys could tell that she meant it. More than one of them wanted to complain, but this was Miss Hartick. Her temper was infamous, and no one argued with her. She ran the school with an iron fist, and the boys knew they were lucky that any “compromise” had been made at all. Jim had to ask, “Why -- why would she bring guests with her? Are you serious about that?”

Groaning, I started to climb down the ladder, the cool wood making my feet feel numb. Under me was Alessandra, easily the most annoying and disheveled girl I knew. She was freakishly tall for age eleven, and had stringy blonde hair down to her lower back. Trying to evade her unkempt area and chaotic way of organizing to get dressed, I glanced over at her. To no one’s surprise, she was still asleep. The only person I could think of that was more bothersome than her was Sam. We met at the bus stop on the way here and at first she seemed pretty nice. Then she became clingy. Sam cried over everything. Whether it was not being invited to do something, or not liking what was being served for breakfast, she cried. Sighing loudly, I pulled over a plain grey tank top, leaving my pajama pants on. I could always get dressed after line-up. Per contra, I did not want to look too bedraggled and attempted to tame my curly mess of brown hair. Slipping on my sneakers I wore more like sandals, I was ready to leave. For the people like Sam and Allesandra, they were abruptly awoken and had to leave looking like a trainwreck. Holding back my snicker, me and the rest of Bunk Maple stepped out into the chill morning air of

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.

"What does your anxiety do? It does not empty tomorrow of its sorrow, but it empties today of its strength. It does not make you escape the evil; it makes you unfit to cope with it if it comes." -Raymond Cramer ________________________

I slipped my jacket back on and looked in the mirror and realized that I would look good if I combed my hair. My sleeves ran past my hands so I rolled the cuffs up, and ran down stairs and hugged my mom like there was no life left in her “Thank you!” I screamed. I sprinted outside with my new style of hair and jacket. As I was outside I tried to avoid my hungry dog, so I could show everyone how cool I was in my new slick jacket. As I sat on the fence daydreaming about my jacket, two cool kids walked over to me and invited me to hang out with there group of friends at school. At that moment, I knew my jacket held a great future for me.

It was the “Summer of 2015” , actually the last day of summer for the Milton community and I was not excited, and when I say not excited I mean not excited. Mostly because It was my first year of sixth grade, I just wish I could go back to recess and getting snack time and all of that. Even though I don’t want to go I have my friends Vicky, Alexandra , Andrew and CJ to help me get through these years of middle school. Oh did I forget to introduce myself , I’m John Collins an average sixth grader just going to try to get through middle school. The next day was the first day of school and I was as nervous as ever but I got to see my friends so in the end it worked out. “Hey what’s up bro?” CJ said. “Hey how have you been?” I said to CJ with a worried but also happy face. “Good, how about you?” said CJ with an excited face. “I guess i’m ok i’m just worried I won’t make it through sixth grade!” I said. “ Me, Vicky, Andrew and Alexandra are here for you don’t you worry one bit!” CJ said with a smile. “Thanks I really appreciate it” I smiled back at him! We walked into school with everyone rushing to get to their first class, people were staring at me as I walked to my class but I didn’t care because I knew I didn’t do anything wrong so I kept on walking, but literally everyone was staring at me and of course Cj was on his phone. The first day was just a normal first day for everybody, I guess it was a normal day for me ,except for everyone staring at me for no reason but I didn’t care. At the end of the day I saw Vicky, Andrew and Alexandra walking home together but I didn’t want to bother so I walked alone, I saw no sight of Cj probably because he ditched classes to go home again like last year in fifth grade. I got home and went on my computer on to instagram

Caleb was thrilled when he arrived to soccer practice and saw that they were scrimmaging. He knew that in order to go professional in the soccer world, he would need to put himself out there and Show people what he could do. On the other hand, Chloe didn 't have the best dance rehearsal that night. She was in the running for a small solo in the group jazz dance, her favorite style, but she got beat out by her “friend” Lydia. Chloe was also disappointed to learn that she had been moved to the back row of the ballet performance.

Then the morning of July 29, 2015, was finally upon me. It was a beautiful, summer day outside. Springing out of bed, excited as a little kid on their first day of school, I was filled with overwhelming joy. I had picked out my outfit in advance. Short black shorts, a classic band tee, and black converse, was what I had decided on. After making sure my outfit was quality, I put on my makeup, trying not to stab myself my eye with the mascara wand. As a I raced to get ready, I could not contain the smile that was trying to escape from my lips. As I stood at the top of the stairs, I hollered at my mom if she was ready to go.