I heard footsteps coming closer from the white newly polished hall across the room. My hands are shaking, I’m sweating from my forehead down. I’m as nervous as I could and will ever be. Is school finally over or, is it a teacher coming to give us more work? Even worse is the principal coming? Hopefully, if I’m lucky it’s just a student coming back from the filthy, smelly, gross bathroom. Oh, thank god it’s just Ellie, my best friend. We've been besties since preschool. She has blonde hair, brown eyes, and always wears her long, luxurious hair in a high, sleek ponytail. To think about it, we’re kind of like a power couple. Blonde and brunette. I also have long hair just not as long as Ellie’s. I have brown hair, blue eyes, and I always wear cute dresses. At least I think they’re cute. Ellie says I need a style change. My name’s Valerie but you can call me V. All my friends call me that.
RING RING RING RING
That's the loud,annoying,pounding bell. Usually I’d be disgusted to hear that bell because it would mean I had to go to another class.(I’m still getting used to that even though we started this senior year a couple of weeks ago.) Today it’s different though. It sounds like music in my ears because today, at this time, that blessing of a bell means school is over. Well, at least the day is. And do you know what that means? Time to create some pranks because it’s senior prank day!
Ellie and I race to the gym to meet up with the rest of our friends and the whole 12th
Music Plays behind us. The bass upon the speaker fill the room. Kai and I wait, silence between us but music fills the air around. The room, a little messy, dribbled paint on the floor, and the smell of Acrylic and pencil shavings linger. The bell for lunch breaks both the music barrier and silence. Kai and I are awakened from out daydream.
It was a bright sunny day and Anna was wearing her new shoes as she waited for the bus outside her house. Anna was a tall, skinny, shy girl that loved her new shoes, and could not wait to show everyone. The bus picked her up and took her to school. She walked into the school very confident.
Superior Elementary school was the best school. I was so anxious to start the fourth grade. Me and my siblings would lay out our new school outfits and have everything ready for school the next day. We would also have our book bags full of supplies put together all neat in the bags put to the side. The day before schools start me and my two sisters would go get our hair done at the salon. My brothers would get a haircut.
"Yo, Woods! I need your History homework! I didn't do it." And there is my only sign that I am actually in the right school as the grey eyed kid shoves people back just to get to me for my
It was Friday, March 17, and it was a minute before 2:35pm in which we would get out of school. There was so much anticipation for the final bell to sound and start spring break. “Diiinnnnggg,” went the final bell. Everyone bolted into the hallways to get home and start the week.
It is mine. The golden sun that shines and kisses the tops of my shoulders. The wisps of white clouds traveling within a baby blue sky. The gentle breeze that coils itself around my arms providing relief from the warming sun. The sapphire sea and its serene waves rolling gently out to shore onto the finely grained sand. It is all mine.
"IM COMING, ONE SEC." I shout to her as I finish my makeup. People think I wear to much but I really like it. I brush one last time through my long bleach blonde hair. I grab my black book bag and my phone off my desk. I race down the stairs.
3 minutes later, a girl with long red hair in a tight ponytail steps out. She wears her traditional black leggings and white T-shirt. She is a bit taller than I am, and she never lets me forget it. “Hey Jacklyn,” She says to annoy me. She knows I hate that.
I fasten my seatbelt as I sit in the car. A glimmer of the morning sunrise , and a crackle of the window creep upon me. I blare 96.5 KISS FM, as to my favorite song comes on. Stitches by Shawn Mendes. As a matter of fact, it’s just another ordinary school day. We pull up in the appalling parking lot as my dad drops me off. “WOW, another day of this horror.” I say to myself. I hit up a chat with my best friend Paige although soon we had to head to class. I have loads of books in my backpack so I rush to my locker to unpack them.
It was a Tuesday afternoon and the heat in Mr. Martin's room felt as if we were next to the sun. The schools maintenance crew always kept the furnace on the highest setting possible. “So class what did we talk about yesterday ?” said Mr. Martin as he takes out the 590 page textbook on accounting and finance. “We talked about how to find assets, liabilities and owners equity,” says Ms. Know” it all in the front of the classroom.” As Mr. Martin begins his lesson, I quietly whisper to my best friend Jake, “Hey man, did you do the homework from last night?” “Nope, I forgot to read the chapter and finish the worksheet. I Kinda got side tracked playing Battlefield” said Jake. Then Mr. Martin Stood up and said “ Alright, now I'm going to come around
The school in the novel the school that Henry attends is in some ways accurately portrayed. The main way that the school is accurately portrayed is the way that kids at this school. The actions of the kids in the school are realistic to how many sixth graders would act. The bullies in the school in a way are accurately portrayed. They are a little too racist to Henry and Keiko, but at that time there was probably a lot a racist prejudice against Asian people. The school that Henry goes to makes him work in the kitchen and clean after school. In school today I do not think that they still make kids on scholarships to schools work like Henry did.
High School. The dreadful place every teen must spend possibly the worst four years of their lives in. While countless websites and magazines state that Northfield High School is one of the top public high schools in Minnesota, it is no exception. The teachers and staff take pride in this rating, making to tell each and every one of its prisoners. While the standardized test scores are abnormally high, I would not give credit to the sub-par teachers. Instead, I would credit the fact that this quaint high school is situated in a town with not one, but two liberal art colleges. Thus, much of its students are children of professors. Nevertheless, these statistics are still celebrated. Curious about what makes this high school better than the rest, I spent a day quietly observing the school and the people in it.