Creative Writing: Who's To Blame?

The bell rang, Arnando had a test to take this morning and wasn't looking forward to it. He was worried that he wouldn’t get a superb grade as he had on past tests. Either way Arnando had to take the test and soon forgot, since he took it on a Friday and was oblivious by the time he was back in school. When Arnando came back to school,he was reminded about the assessment he had taken on Friday, when Mrs. Alexia announced she graded all the tests over the weekend. Arnando began to get a bit edgy and seemed to be worried about the current situation. Soon, Arnando was handed his test back, but the teacher didn’t say “Good job” when she had handed it back to him, like she usually did. When Arnando flipped over his paper, he saw the thing he feared would happen, actually happen. Arnando had received the worst grade he had ever gotten, a

“Oh never fear honey bun, that is one thing Keith will never do. Trust me on that one. And yes I am a little jealous you can eat anything you want and still lose weight.” She sighed into the phone, “It’s hard keeping a nice figure without eating like a bird when what I really want to do is scarf down all the goodies you can get away with. But enough of skirting the subject how was dinner?”

“Stop talking, you’ll hurt yourself,” Pete says. He turns around to rummage through the drawers, eventually producing a spoon. He grins, seeming especially pleased in himself. He makes Patrick sit down at the dining table and pretty much forces him to eat the soup he brought. It’s take-out chicken soup, the good kind. He hopes Pete didn’t spend a lot of money on it.

With five minutes left before school began, they considerably ignored the speed limit in order to arrive on time. Jeff screamed, “I would rather be late than go 65 miles per hour in a 35 mile per hour area!” With the school in sight, a blaze of red and blue lights flashed around the car. With the music on full volume, Katie was oblivious to the squadron of police cars and helicopters surrounding her vehicle. Knowing she would be incarcerated, Jeff sprinted to the front entrance of the school and lunged for the door handle. Before he could reach it, the principal, Mr. Marley, stepped directly in front of him. “Saturday school it is,” he scoffed while opening the door for Jeff. After arriving in his first period class, his favorite teacher, Mr. Garvey, handed him an assignment. In the top right corner of the page, it read in red ink, “Due at the end of class.” Noticing there were only eight minutes left to finish his in-class essay, he scribbled down whatever crossed his mind. At the end of the day, Mr. Garvey called Jeff into his office. In his left hand, he held the in-class essay he assigned that day. Before passing out onto the ground, Jeff caught a glimpse of a large red ‘F’ stamped on his

She bit down on her lip, clearing her throat before speaking. "Look, I know you're all really confused... but I am as well... I'll explain everything after we eat. Breakfast is in the kitchen, there's some beer, juice, and milk in the fridge if you want anything." She said timidly, really nervous. She looked at everyone, Ponyboy, Sodapop, and Johnny didn't look as mean... Steve and Darry were in the middle, and Dallas and Two-Bit were glaring daggers at her. As if blaming her for the situation.

“Well it is delightful to meet you, too.” she replied while they chose a table to sit at. “You can order whatever you would like and I will pay for it and be on my way.”

Frank cleared his throat to get his kid’s attention. The food on the table was lasagna, along with corn on the cob and some salad. The dinner which Andy’s father proclaimed to a ‘special’ dinner for the first day of their children’s summer. Charlotte was home from college, along with Cynthia. His younger siblings: Coraline, Cecilia, and Claudia got out today while Andy got out the previous day.

Sniff* "Mommy...Sniff* Daddy..." The lupine cried out as he laid down inside the beaten up box, wishing for his parents until someone started to shake the box. "L-leave me alone..." He whimpered to the stranger until the shaking stopped and two white hands reached inside and lifted him out of the box. "Hey there... Don't fret little pup I'm a police officer. Why were you in that box? Where are your parents? A white tiger asked with a gentle voice to the frightened pup. Jade noticed the police uniform and tried hard to calm down but failed miserably. "T...T-they are....sniff* There gone! T-there with everyone and left me all alone!" The lupin cried out loud, unable to hold back his warm tears. His breaths could be seen in the cold night air.

Elaine and Edward Davis were driving from their quaint home on 232 McPartland Lane to Eagle Creek High School in their beautiful blue 1949 Buick Roadmaster convertible. As they were arriving to school, Ethan Miller, Wendy Harris, and Walsh Smith were waiting go to their first period class. While Mr. Cooper was explaining their new lesson Wendy passed Elaine a note.

“It’s fine I owe you one anyway.”said Darryl with a smile. They smiled at each other as the ate

Ally smirked as the teacher walked in shouting about getting excited about class. Who would even be happy to be here? She thought, Especially not with a teacher who wears skinny jeans. Ally shuddered at the thought of it. “Dang it,” she whispered, glancing at Brennan to see if he heard. He didn’t, thankfully. Ally just sighed as she realized what the rest of her week in second period had become. A whole

Setting his bag flat by the table, the bowler looked around at the empty alley. He plopped in a chair and unzipped his bag. Clutching his shoes tight, he slipped them on and removed the covers. Next he received his towel hanging it over the monitor. He then placed his balls one at a time onto the return. Picking up his strike ball, drying his hands, the bowler stepped up on the platform. He placed his feet on 13, an inch apart from one another. His eyes darted to 2nd arrow; his lead foot pulling forward. Extending his right arm out, taking his second step, all in one motion towards the lane. Now pacing forward, he took his third step lowering the ball for momentum. He stretched his arm back to parallel with his shoulders, matching his fourth

After some time paced back and forth on the carpet listening to her Ma rant about not being safe. Look out onto the Ottauquechee River and gazed at it for a while from their window then Chloe replied.

“Okay. About the clothes, can I get a new pair of sneakers too?” I ask, hoping the answer will be yes.

Katie thought to herself as Mrs. Griffen continued taking attendance, “Jeez, Mrs. Griffen’s heart must be cold as ice. What did I do to her? I mean ya I wasn’t paying attention, but it’s not like it was my fault. I just happened to start daydreaming without me even realizing it. I can already tell this semester with her is gonna be fun.” She just sighed and rolled her eyes.