High School Creative Writing

Pete puts his hand on Patrick’s forehead and clicks his tongue in sympathy. “You should take a bath.”

He could sense he was about to take the blame for his and Tom’s progressing relationship and sticking his legs straight out in front of him, he folded his arms defensively across his chest. “So?” he muttered, his lower lip pushing into a moody pout. “A few kisses never hurt

“Coming teacher!” all the children called at once. So that’s the teacher, she thought, that’s

Before your fingers touched the keys, you heard the main entrance doors of the school bang shut, causing you to startle in your seat

The student was observed from a separate room while completing reading. She demonstrated twisting and turning on sit. She gazed around the classroom at students as they were completing the assigned reading task. She leaned forward over desk and placed book on the far end of the table instead in front of her. She was side lying in chair and then place left foot on chair. She pushed chair away from desk and sat with back to table. She began to manipulate pencil to open school bag. She opened the school bag and attempted to search through it. She continued to disturb students who sat next to her by moving closer to their table. She only resumed classroom routine after the teacher prompted her to seat at her table. Before coming to class the student was instructed to copy sentence on Hi-Write paper. The student states that “she does not copy.” While in second class, she was asked by her teacher to copy the sentence and she

He walked past him, carrying his suitcase. Joey grabbed his wrist and Chandler turned around, still looking at the ground beneath him. Joey moved closer to him. “ Look at me, ” he murmured, intertwining their fingers.

“That test was so easy,” my friend Olivia said, turning around to show off her A-. My heart pounded against my rib cage. Was I the only one who got such a low score? Something had to be done. I would have to take initiative of my learning and find out what was wrong.

As a result, when she dismissed the assembly, there was complete chaos in the hallways. Half of the ninth graders in the assembly did not know where to go.

Harrison High. The day had started out gray and cloudy, lending a somewhat gloomy ambiance to the forest. It had made me feel depressed as I made my slow walk to school, like the weather was somehow an omen of some sort of something bad to come. And, if it wasn’t for the half-dozen or so strays that helped to lift my spirits as they accompanied me to school, I'd probably would have considered ditching for a second day in a row, damned the consequences.

Beep!Beep!Beep!SLAM!. I wake up to the feeling of broken pieces of alarm clock in my hand I get up and grab another one from my shelf in the closet and sigh it pains me that I actually have a collection of brand new alarm clocks I start cleaning up the broken alarm clock and throw it in the bin. I enter the bathroom and rummage through my family's different toothbrushes and finally find mine. I look in the mirror and see the sags in my eyes through my eyes I also see flashes of last night, video games,pizza and TV, in small snippets What a great night I say to myself.

On a Monday morning, a class full of grade 10 students had a supply teacher named Mrs. Jones. The grade 10 students did what they wanted to do like making noises while eating their food, coming into the class late, talking to your peers/friends non-stop, falling asleep when the supply teacher is teaching something new, getting distracted by their cellphones(iphone/android), talking back to the teacher when they did something wrong and etc. But when the supply teacher told them to “Be Quiet!” 3 times they all didn’t listen so the supply teacher had no choice other than to call the principal to come up and to tell her class to “Be Quiet”. And that’s what the principal did. Came to Mrs. Jones class and told every grade 10 students to “BE QUIET”.

Cook walked into the class room and place her things on the desk and began to write on the chalkboard.

“You remember me telling you about Markus?” Alex asked as her eyes skimmed the page. She hadn’t done all that much studying after James told her he was leaving. Her stress level about the test was slowly skyrocketing.

The bell rings and the class is already filled up with students. Mr. Wilcox walks in with a smirk on his face. "Hello class! I hope you didn't each much today because we are doing something absolutely brilliant today!" Mr. Wilcox holds his finger up and smiles at us all. This is not going to be good.

While observing it was evident that classroom management was going to be a problem. The educators' approach was to sit in her chair at the front of the classroom and sit silently waiting for students to look in her direction. Eventually, she would grab everyone’s attention by stating, “raise your hand if you’re listening.” The students would take about five minutes before completely cooperating. One boy, in particular, was extremely rowdy every time class would begin and during the actual class time. He was not a bad student in fact; he was a talented artist but would do things like scream across the room, shouting out jokes or singing loudly. It was a cry for attention. The teacher would go over to the boy, sit down next to him, and speak to him individually. This approach seemed like a good