Creative Writing: Waking Up In High School

Think about your experiences of writing at college. Which types of assignments have you found helpful in strengthening your writing skills? Where do you want to improve your writing? What’s the most useful advice you’re received that’s helped you improve your writing. Be as specific as possible.

Upper school English teacher Ms. L.C. says her favorite smell is that of a melting popsicle in the summer. “I love the sweet fructose of the popsicle juice,” said L.C. “Especially the way it combines with the smell of the wooden stick.”

Jake: Love to, she lost the job because the boss couldn’t get in her skirt.

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

It is three years into the war, WWII, and Oscar is turning seven tomorrow. Although the sun is creeping under the horizon, Oscar is still as energetic as a rabbit!Because his parents were getting rations along with Oscars sister Elle, Oscar is staying home alone.

“Anything that can help us find out who did this.” I said, examining the crime scene. I walked towards what used to be the glass case that held the crown, but was now a useless, shattered cube.

I hate school, I mean everything is going wrong. Robbin has now got a boyfriend, his name is Jack and I personally think he is a jerk. He is one of those guys at high school that you would find surrounded by cheerleaders. Oh did I mention, he is the captain of the football team? what a jerk. Okay actually, Jack is a really nice guy, very popular as he is the captain of the football team, no wonder Robbin likes him. I mean look at me, I am the kid you would find in high school, oh wait I am the kid in highschool who you won't even notice. Right now as I am writing I can feel my veins popping out as my blood rushes through my face. Could this day get any worse?. Oh did I mention, Robbin is my best friend?. We have been best friends for a very

This time the store owner had called the police. Roxy had shoplifted from his establishment before but I had always been able to fix it; most times by paying double the price. Peering through the faceted glass of my front door, I could see Mr. Pachenko pacing the brick-edged sidewalk, his face pale with anger. With his blood pressure, the bright red spots on his cheeks would be with him for the rest of the night.

“I don't know. I saw her last night. She hardly spoke a word. I didn't see her this morning though,” said Griffin, Gigi’s brother.

I waiting for some sort of reaction, and it came by him scooting a body space or two away from me. I had sat too close to him, and he didn’t like that. I couldn’t believe it. It seemed like everything I could do wrong I did. After fidgeting around with the dust and dirt laying around us, I almost couldn’t stand it anymore. I wanted to run off, and I almost did but then he spoke. D’Angelo didn’t say just one thing, but two, then three, and just kept talking. It made me so confused. At first I was confused that he didn’t think I was so “uncool” after throwing bark in his eyes and sitting too close next to him, but that quickly turned into confusion about what he was talking about. It sounded like he was quoting pages out some boring “adult”

"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.

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”

“Hold on a moment Lenora, someone is looking to rip the phone out of my hand.”

“Cole… just call her. I’ll text you the number.” With that his sister said goodnight and hung up. As promised, he received the text a minute later.