Creative Writing: Welcome To Aspen Middle 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 comfortably drive my car into the desolate street, Perusing the deserted buildings, Smashes windows and rusted For Sale signs. The car locked up like Fort Knox. I observe the street for trouble. Two young boys look at me from afar as if I'm an alien. Do I stand out that much same greasy hair, expensive clothes, a smart car I suppose I am out of my comfort zone? “Mister, you don’t belong here” his hand gripped his switch. “Pony.... Ponyboy Curtis” I stammer “I live here or at least I did, I'm here to see two-bit’ The Boys turn around “geez his old now” the boy's chirp. The boys stroll away in awe that they saw the great Ponyboy.

Caroline: How do you think it made me feel to have my boyfriend call me ugly and fat in front of all my friends?

"Wake up, partners," the trail boss, James called. I sleepily looked up , shivered, and saw I was the only one not up. "Here," James said, giving me the horses' bridles and saddles. "Take these and get the horses ready. We have a long day today." I groaned in reply and set up the horses for the day's long drag. I was the horse wrangler and this was my everyday job but I still couldn't get use to the idea of waking up before the sun and working. We drove the cattle into open plains against the winter's cold wrath.

Lunch mercifully arrived, and Lewis broke one of his self-imposed rules and let himself slouch. Over the summer, he had been accustomed to grabbing something from Sylvester's refrigerator or cabinet if even the thought of hunger passed through his mind. Now, Lewis had to wait four hours for a tray of food. It seemed like Sylvester was on the same page when he grabbed Lewis's arm and quickly dragged him toward the lunch line. Knowing Sylvester, Lewis got in line first to let the big guy know what the blondie was going to get. Sylvester never wanted to get the same thing since Lewis always shared. He grabbed a fruit salad, and whatever else that looked colorful.

At home with her family, she would dress in a conservative way that did not attract any attention. When she was with friends, she would dress provocatively with the intent of attracting the opposite sex. Since Connie's best friend's dad would drop them off and pick them up later, this gave the girls a few hours without adult supervision. When a boy named Eddie comes over to the table to talk to Connie and invites her to eat at a drive through restaurant across the highway, Connie does not realize that she attracts the attention of a stranger named Arnold Friend who makes gestures at her as though he knows her

Marcie has been mean to Vee and Nora telling Vee that she’s fat and telling Nora mean remarks about her dead dad. Marcie tried to redress the problem but she always ends with getting the situation worse. That makes her feel superior to everyone else. One day Nora was hitchhiking her way to summer school and Marcie rolled up next to Nora and said, “Guess your fat friend couldn’t give you a ride?” (Fitzpatrick 34), Nora would do anything other than take a ride from Marcie. That made her rethink some of the names she has called other people in the past. It was harder finding what Marcie is searching for because she goes above and beyond to make everyone feel small and make herself feel

A tall robust boy with dark hair and yellow eyes entered Ellingburg middle school school at exactly 7:55 on september the 18th, it was the second day of school. His big build is easy to locate in the rush of teens. There is a tap on his elbow he looks sideways, at a medium sized boy, something changes in his eyes. Jack is short compared to Sebastian. Jack is a skinny boy with long legs, his dark hair hanging loosely over his dark brown eyes. A loud bell rang and Jack grabbed Sebastian's arm. Sebastian froze for a second and then ran. Sebastian knows Jack just thinks of him as a friend, but it is different for him, he does not know if Jack knows.

In my sixth grade year, 2015, I was sitting on the couch reading a book. Suddenly, a scream rang out. As quick as a cheetah, my mom ran into our living room and showed me her computer’s email. Excitedly, I took the computer. On it, was a few sentences congratulating me on making ILMEA orchestra. It was a music festival with a choir, a band, and obviously, a orchestra. I was so excited, I had to call my teacher, Mrs. Lafranzo. So, no more than four months later, I was in my car heading to Oswego East High School for morning practice.

As the days go by, Rita couldn’t stop thinking about the trip. She was stressing about if she was going to get pick, and if she does, who will she pick to go with her?! She was a wreck all morning. Later her boyfriend, Bret Surge, came up to her locker before 6th hour. Hey sweetie, have you decide who you’re going to pick yet?” Bret said. “No, I just need more time to think about it’’ said Rita. “Alright,I hope it’s me, but I’ll see you later bye!” Bret said as he looks into her 3 round eyes and kisses her on her tail. Rita smiled and watch him walk to class.When the minute rock bang on the speakers, she ran to her 6th hour, food discovery.

One day, I walked upstairs to my warm third grade class at John Stewart Elementary school. As I started my morning work, which usually included math, that was on my desk, my teacher, Mrs.Biddle announced, "Today we are going to pick table names!"

“Come on let’s go find another place to steal something.” Liz said with the same Devilish grin that Beth had on in her bedroom.

One day there were these 4 friends, eating lunch they’re names were Emily, Aria, Hanna, and Spencer. They were at the mall eating Papa John's.

“Selena, time to wake up!” My mom yelled from downstairs, “Get up and get ready instantly if you don’t want to show up late.”

While Emily attended the same high school with a lot of her acquaintances from middle school, she had to part ways with her closest friends. She recalled that not being able to have them with her during high school was hard, especially because that meant she had to make new ones. Emily joined her high school’s cheerleading team her freshman year and found herself having to act a certain way to fit in: