Enclosed: A Short Story

Ain’t nothin’ over! I've been around the streets for five years. I’m still breathing, I’m still working; maybe not in the real life….how you say? You see but I’m working within, I’m working’ hard, within’ my chest, my heart ooh, I’m thriving, I’m seeing, I’m tasting.

Ernie has always been a little messed up, he has lived in Missouri for the 32 long years of his life. On the day that changed his life forever, November 22, 1996. Him and his family were driving to the mall and they got into an accident. His Mom and Dad both died and Ernie was very depressed. He got the notes, of what made the car accident happen, an inspection failure with the Engine. He did not know what to do with his life. He almost committed suicide, but then out of rage, the decided he was going to make the person who caused the car accident. He went searching for months, and finally came to the conclusion that the person that last assessed the car was Eddie Thompson.

Catherine, my best friend, softly said, “Evelyn, finally we can make a difference in the world. All of our years of school in Pennsylvania will be worth it.”

Cliches, common at most high schools, often categorize and exclude students with unique interests and talents for being “weird”. Whereas, at St. John’s students genuinely appreciate the unique gifts present in each of their fellow classmates. Encouraged to feel compassion for fellow classmates and others, Prep student learn the benefits of considering the needs of others and helping were needed. As such, no one should feel alone at the prep with the support of their brothers ever present. Starting at a new school can be terrifying, especially when it comes to finding a group to sit with at lunch. While at lunch with his friends, one student noticed a boy sitting alone. He asked the boy to sit with them, and from that simple compassionate gesture, a close friendship developed. At the Prep students develop a network of friends within the community, a network not restrained by the boundaries of a cliche, but instead as diverse as their individual interests. Friends who celebrate each other's success and support each other’s needs, friends who will be present and who will not

The stage is swept. The lights are focused, and the mic is in your hand. The bass of the song you and your best friend made together is blasting in your ear, going straight to your head. suddenly your brain stops thinking; All that’s there is you and the crowd. This is Freesole Chicago at it’s finest form.

I love to write and help others with their writing. Though I do not have experience with writing and editing for pay, I do have experience writing and editing for pleasure. I have experience in many other fields as well. This Fall of 2015, I will be schooling online at Southern New Hampshire University. I will be working on getting my BaI want to write for Teen Scene because the idea of it being written for teen by teens is very unique and interesting. I'd love to be apart of it and help grow your audience. I see a bright future with this platform. Also I feel like my writing style would be appreciated here. My writing style is fun and easy to comprehend. It's not uptight at all, but still sounds literate. I have a way with words, I've been

Human beings are not capable of accomplishing perfection but they are capable of trying to strive for perfection. If that could be possible humans wouldn’t be humans. The human race is full of imperfections. There is no way anyone can reach that level of perfection on this earth. It is foolish to strive for perfection.

One time that I felt like an outsider was when I was ignored for almost a whole day. That day, I learned you have to be different to stand out. I was in the office of Shady Grove Elementary with my mom, waiting on her to finish filling out all of the forms. Once that was done, I found out that my teacher’s name was Mrs. Smith. I was scared. The name of the meanest teacher at Crestwood was Mrs. Smith.

Moonlight came off the pool casting its aqueous luminescence onto the domed ceilings. There was the echoing of splashes and the low murmur of distant conversations; each one held within their own little bubble seemingly ignorant of the others, each one sharing a secret passed through a whisper. Sansa shared hers' without saying a word.

What a glorious victory we've had today! The great world-eating serpent, (its name), has been vanquished! (Lavalicked nearly burnt me to a crisp, but these things can happen in the heat of battle.) Is there any task too great for our party to accomplish?! We reseal the serpent's lair and set up camp for the night. All of us are exhausted and could really use a long rest. I take off my helmet and lay down. I pray for the well-being of my comrades, and thank the gods for helping us. My eyes grow heavy and I find myself in a realm of pure white.

Zoey ignored everyone, and went right over to the Don box. So much for her introduction. As she took the slip out, she read, "Don's team, and Carrie's my partner."

Sally was digging in the attic one night. In the bottom of an old box she stumbled across a tape. She shot down the stairs like a dart with excitement to find out what was on it. She watched intently and a smile broke out across her face as the images flashed up on the screen. It turned out to be videos of her as a child with her mother. She had missed her mother greatly since she had been gone.

Dan felt an odd kind of clarity when he found himself in the sanctity of his old nightmare. At least there he felt normal. Pale walls, like grim and grinning teeth, greeted him as an old friend while flowers brought his mortality into perspective.

“Hi I’m Roost, a piece of chicken cut up and put into this lunch. Under me is Marge she wants to be margarine, but everyone knows she is butter spread on Fred the Bread, he is very alive and definitely not dead. Together we make Roared,” I said.

Nestled away in his stolen police cruiser, Michael tended to his wounds. The limitations of his human form was a drawback that irritated him to no end, but he knew he would only have to put up with this husk he was in for a little longer. Liam was with the witches, and their power only lasted for as long as they were in Mount Harrison, and like any castle under siege, they would be only able to push back an invasion for so long—ultimately, all fortifications falls.