Gap In The World Short Story

My first day of the second grade, I knew no one except the teacher and my younger brother. Kindergarten and first grade had been easy enough, but I was scared of the upcoming year. The only thing I knew about being the new kid was that it hadn’t panned out too great for Addie from the American Girl books. Mrs. Henson’s class was fairly quiet throughout the day, for most kids were nervous or tired. We neared the end of the day and I was ecstatic over the fact that hadn’t made a complete fool of myself. I hadn’t met anyone yet, but I thought that that would be a challenge for another day. Unfortunately, that’s not what Mrs. Henson had in mind. She sent us all out to recess with a grin plastered on her face and with me practically kicking

It was a peaceful and normal first hour. Well, at least for the people in it. Everyone was yelling, and the teacher had just given up on trying to stop them, and now was just browsing for a retirement home in Key West. I looked up at Jordan, who was my best and only friend. Her spiked blond hair was never put down, even in the toughest rain. Her tan legs sat on top of her desk, and her pine green eyes scanned the school newspaper.

Abigail Jay stood in front of the school on the rain drenched steps, rocking on her heels. She was waiting for Jimmy, her uncle to close the shop for ten minutes to come and get. Most of the other students had already left from the campus once the last bell rang, they booked it. Abigail was use to waiting for Jimmy, it wasn’t uncommon for him to be late and if anything she’d be worried if he was on time. Abigail tangled with the pull strings of her hoodie, an excited smile on her face.

All of the students looked at Margot with saddened faces. “We were so caught up in the moment of the sun coming out,” a boy said. “We didn’t mean to have you miss the sun, we thought you were lying.” Margot looked like she was inside of a blender, and all of the knives were cutting her up. She was tired and beaten. Her hair was all frizzy, and she had some bumps on her shoulder from trying to bust down the door.

Everything was the same, well except for Finn and Jessica. Finn was Charlie’s best friend since before he could remember, and Jessica was the love of Charlie’s life. “Hey Charlie boy!” Finn shouted. “Hi Charlie.” Jessica murmured timdly. “Hey guys. Man this place stinks, and I’ll just never get used to waking up every morning for something I hate.” Charlie grunted. “I hate it too man, but my Pops would kill me if I didn't get good marks, and I mean kill me.” Finn explained. “Same here Charlie, I don’t think anyone really likes school, but I do well anyways. You know maybe we could all study together sometime.” Jessica said. Charlie jumped on this opportunity to hang with Jessica outside of school. “Yes! I mean um...sure I will see if I can.” Charlie eagerly said. Charlie glanced around and noticed a guy standing against a locker down the hall. “Hey guys, I should probably get to class.” Charlie said skeptically. “What do you mean Charlie? There is still 10 minutes until class starts.” Finn questioned. “ I just got to go man!” Charlie said. As Charlie approached the boy against the locker, he reached into his bag for the money he

Miss Hartick had devised a special detention. She almost regretted the way she had supported Shelly since it turned out to be so difficult. That difficulty was why she had to do it though. She had to teach the boys that the girls were their equals. She had meant to keep it professional and somewhat private, but the boys couldn’t seem to cooperate. They all refused to act casual. They wanted to keep Shelly from doing her job. Miss Hartick had to force them past the sexist barriers that kept their clothes on. If that meant taking things farther than she planned, then so be it.

Finally, the torture is over as she hears the bell ring. She can escape the judgment of those cheerleaders as she speeds to her next class. As she races through the halls, buried beneath her books, she bumps into someone. Her materials scatter across the floor. Her heart races. Her face lights up like a fire. Everyone’s critical of her… or so she

When most people at East Langford Highschool hear Francis Davis name they will make a face and this face will stay inside of your head. Francis had the worst reputation around school. Nobody could say anything to Francis without their feelings getting hurt from her sharp remarks. As Francis walks out the front door of East Langford High School, she has her two sidekicks by her side- Isabelle and Penelope. These girls didn’t have the best reputation neither. The girls walks to Francis home while sharing a cigarette. “ What are yall trying to get into before the day is over,” asked Penelope? Penelope was always the one trying to do something reckless. “Anything, it doesn’t even matter,” agreed Francis and Isabelle. As the girls approached Francis

"Augustus! Have you finished packing?" asked my mother. I just hate how I have to move a lot because of my father's stupid traveling job. "Yeah mom! I'll be there in a second,” I mumbled to myself, making a wry face at her. I just want to live a normal ninth grade life, but all of this moving is keeping me from doing so. I'm supposed to be making new friends, and having fun but I just have to move every year. "Katie!" I exclaimed. "Katie! Are you ready?" I called a second time. Katie is my little sister, in first grade. She is my only reason for not completely dreading my life. "I'm coming, Auggie! Let me just finish feeding Mr. Grumpy." she replied, in a cute little voice, while feeding our cat. My family and I have been moving around Italy

Sunlight is beaming through the window as the alarm clock beeps louder and louder. The first day jitters have begun. Just a little over two months ago, fourth grade came to an end for Emily and summer vacation began. But, where did the summer go? Long days spent at the beach buried in the sand; seem like a distant memory. Fifth grade has become the reality and being a middle school student is still sinking in.

It is seven o'clock on a Friday morning, Loraine wakes up to the smell of pancakes in the kitchen, the usual. She starts to get ready for school. She puts her long skirt and blouse on, brushes her hair, then teeth, grabs her bag, and trots down the stairs to the kitchen. She kisses her mother and father on the cheek and sits down to her plate of three pancakes, two slices of toast, and a glass of orange juice. As soon as she finishes she double, then triple, checks her book-bag to make sure she has all that she needs for her day. She walks outside and gets on the bus with her older brother, a senior this year, soon they are on the way to other five kids’ homes to pick them up too. When they arrive at the front doors the kids pile off and go separate ways towards different classes for the day as the bell rings. The

They had not liked how Agnes had made them wake up early to start off their spring break. Going to Agnes’s dusty old vacation home had been her idea. She had figured that she and her friends should have a break from social media, and so she had invited them. As Agnes pulled out of the driveway she had a sudden feeling that she had forgotten something. The feeling soon faded. ‘I can’t be a party pooper’ she thought, ‘It’s a sleepover, lighten up Agnes.’ One by one the 22-year olds stepped out of the car. Stepping out first, were Sarah and Jane. Both girls had tired eyes, “it’s too early for this, Agnes!” they complained. They pulled their bags out of the trunk and began walking towards the steps of the house. The house seemed to be in the middle of nowhere, nothing but trees and grass could be seen. The house was incredibly big, green vines grew off of the sides of the house. A cab arrived a few minutes later, it was the boys, Jack and Jeremiah. They stepped out with wide smiles on their faces. Jeremiah had a thing for Jane and Jack had one for Agnes. In fact, they had been going to dates together for two months now. Once the boys took their belongings from the cab and paid the driver, all five of them headed towards the

“It’s big like a cave. It full of noise and echoes. I don’t like the gym. It’s confusing and fussy. Everyone is very busy all of the time and when you’re not busy, they give you more work. It’s all work, work, work. Mrs. C’s room is great. That’s where I go for sensory breaks. I have the bean bags, the stimmy toys, all of that. It’s quiet in there, I can tell train stories. Have you heard of the [slips into a Scottish accent] twins, Donald and

The school was in Massachusetts, a girls’ school. When she chose it, when she and her father and mother talked about it in the evenings, everyone so carefully avoided the word boys that sometimes the coversations seemed to be about nothing but boys. There are no boys there, the neuter words said; you will not jave tp contend with that. In her father’s eyes were pity

Barmey’s Gap was a filthy place and was home to those who were poor, “eight children which seemed a dozen” children lived there under the care of Mrs and Mr M’Swat. The place was extremely dirty “She threw a crumpled and disgustingly filthy cloth three-cornered ways on to the dusty table and clapped thereon a couple of dirty knives and forks, a pair of cracked plates, two poley cups and chipped saucers.” The home was built between two great rocks, presumably mountains “The heat was unendurable. It was reflected from the rocks on either side, and concentrated in this spot like an oven,” To get away from having to teach and the messy home Sybylla decided that she would play the piano in her pass time but sadly the piano in the place was in ruins