Narrative Essay On Boring High School

The children yelled "We've had an ACCIDENT!" and the reader is not sure what will happen next. Shortly after the accident, when the "big black battered hearse-like automobile" pulls up to assist the family and the grandmother recognizes one of the occupants as the Misfit, the tone

“Why does the mailbox have to be so far?” Zuri thinks to herself as she turns the corner of North Broadview Avenue and Red Wood Road. As she rounds the corner she looks up only in time to see a white Lincoln town car barreling towards her and barely manages to jump backwards as it screeches to a stop right where she had been standing a few second ago. A tall, young black man hops out of the car and walks over to Zuri asking “Are you all right?” as he reaches out his hand to help her up. “Yeah I think so.” She replies as she gets up and dust herself off and looks around for her keys. “What you looking for?” the young man asks. “My keys I lost them when I jumped out of the way” she tells the young man as she continues to search for the keys.

There was something wrong with the car, once it kept bouncing up and down for the past 5 minutes and it also kept turning sharply by itself. Poppa finally had enough, and went to check what it was. He came back, shaking, and I could see tears starting to form in his eyes. He said the pipes are completely filled with dust, and rocks, and there is no way we can move. We started to freak out, because we have no way to get home, and there is a chance we never see tomorrow. We were on State Street, at least I knew that, even though that doesn’t help out the

The car's wheels caress the highway lovingly. I forget the rumble of the cars behind for a moment, instead focusing on the insignificant touching of the wheels and ground. My sister sat at the wheel seemingly waiting for some kind of sign, waiting for me. She spoke, “Are you excited about moving back to Meetleburg?” As if, I am leaving behind all that I have worked for in the past four-teen years! I stayed silent to the dismay of my sister.

Arnold shook his head, and Connie found herself in the jalopy’s passenger seat. She turned around and her house was fading into a little speck. All she could remember was that her parents were supposed to be home in a few hours, and just a few minutes ago, just a mile or two back home, just a tick and a tock away, she could feel her chest heaving and her stomach twisting right behind a screen door with her eyes staring right into Arnold Friend’s face. Now, Arnold was sitting right next to her, humming Connie’s favorite

You walk onto the campus, searching for most likely the tallest guy there. Then you spot him walking towards a big building on the left. You run over, "Bobby!" You yell, he sees you coming and a smile spreads across his face.

“Skylar, come on! The truck is about to leave!” my mom shouted as she walked outside to the U-haul truck containing precious memories of the past thirteen years of my life. “Alright, mom!” I aggressively shouted back to her, knowing full well she would not appreciate my tone. Despite my resistance towards the events of the day, I trudged out of my bare room with the last of my Vera Bradley luggage and loaded up the truck.

I know that it doesn’t appear to be such a big deal, but just the thought of having to start fresh in the middle of high school had been enough to send shivers down my spine. I wasn’t sure that I was ready to be a Rockingham County High School Cougar. I walked in on the first day, on the outside looking collected, but on the inside I was shaking like a loose leaf being tossed around on a branch in the middle of autumn. “What if I don’t meet anyone? What

Mark E. Dean was born on March 02, 1957 in Jefferson City, Tennessee. His mother, Barbara Dean, and father, James Dean witnessed many examples of high intelligence from Mark, at a young age. He built a tractor from scratch with the help of his father whom was a Tennessee Valley Authority Worker, amongst many other things. Mark showed a love for building things from his childhood through his teenage years and into adulthood.

We walked out the door one by one, then John had hurdled into the driver’s seat. Brandie went in after him on the passenger side and bounced onto the seat. Brianna and I had bounded into the two back doors of the car. We waited for the all cars to pass us, for it is being ten o’clock at night it was really busy. Then we went and drove off to Rock C’s down the road by mcdonald's also acrossed the street from our home.

Everyone has their own laments and demons, some people are just better at hiding them. High School is different experience for everyone, obviously; It’s a different story, experience, and game. High school was not what I expected at all, it was far more challenging and stressful than I had realized.

“Here we are!” Cookie Lyon screamed in excitement. She takes a big step out of her shining white Rolls Royce, stands up, head high and dusts of her white five million dollar mink fur coat. “This… is it?” Cookies son Hakeem questions as he looks around. His eyes fix to the sign on the building in front of him, which read Bel-Air Academy with a big maroon B above it. “Are you sure this is where we are supposed to be?” Cookie looks dead into Hakeems eyes while he tries to avoid her glare. “Boy! I paid good money for you to attend this school. Don’t you think I know what school I gave my hard earned cash…” his mother continues to ramble on. This was it. Hakeems first day of college. Although he was nervous, he was even more excited because he hadn’t

As Connie got into the car she felt a wave of grief. She couldn’t get away from the invisible gates surrounding and trapping her as if she were a hunted animal. The ride seemed like a journey, going on forever and ever. Trying to pry information causally, Connie would ask Arnold ,” Where are you taking me?” Arnold just turned around and gave her that sleepy smile of his and , “Don’tcha worry ‘bout a thing honey. You are safe with me.” His smile, that reassuring yet mysterious smile quenched her longing for home and diminished the thought of how her family would think about the absence of their youngest daughter. It seemed to mask her thoughts of how how her cold mother and father would react seeing the their screen door wide open and the music that Connie listened to

At twelve-years-old, starting Junior High was struggle for me. It wasn’t because anyone was bullying me or because my friends left me and I was surrounded with drama, it was actually personal inflictions. Junior High was stressful, the natural fear of not being accepted at me, a few months before my dear friend Ruby moved from Clovis to San Francisco. It was all just a lot, and in sixth grade I felt a little… betrayed by my long time guy friend. It hurt to know we’d never be friends again, no matter how hard I wanted to start over. That, and just being a normal teenage girl, I was often feeling misunderstood and under deep pressure from my family. It was a very depressing few years and there were even times when I became jealous and hateful and I

Finally we heard the clanging of the garage door opening. My dad and I were hustling out of the door and into the car. We tore down the street faster than we ever had. The dashboard read 6:20pm. We turned on to Shawnee Mission Parkway. The traffic had not gotten bad yet. My dad said ‘’I hope we get there in time’’. We turned