How I Were Myself From The Middle Of A Miss

mother always hated them, so did I. She had a sugary voice that all the girl wanted to imitate. Whenever she walked by, you would get the sweet smell of Jasmine. I always liked to think of her as the sister I never had, I trusted her and she betrayed me. It was almost like she had it all planed out from the beginning. Like she smiled and said “I'm about to screw you over…”. It was sunny outside, I heard the familiar names being called

Chapter One “Look,” an unfamiliar voice whispered, “I believe she’s coming to.” My eyes snapped open. Who had said that? As my vision cleared I noticed that I seemed to be lying down on a faded blue sofa in a cave like room. There was a window in the corner that shed off some light, but other than that the rom was mostly dark. Next to the sofa was a small brown coffee table with a vase of purple petunias in the center. Near the back of the room was a rather large bookshelf and a rather small door

I let myself join in on the conversation about which ice cream topping was the best, and then, all of a sudden, we were all saying our last goodbyes. More photos were captured and a few people had left for checkout. As soon as the first bus load ended, and as soon as she had uttered the words, "These students are now dismissed," people began to cry. The whole class was flooded with tears, and Amanda's words about how she wasn't going to shed a tear drowned in all that salt water. Everything

per hour. I thought this was going to be one of the best days of my life. I remember telling my parents, three weeks in advance that I was going on a field trip with my class to the Memphis zoo and I would like for them both to come. I was so excited the night before the field trip, I couldn’t stop thinking about all the animals I wanted to see and take pictures of. Unfortunately, my mother had to work the day of the field trip and my father had been sick with the flu for nearly two weeks. I was very

I remember when I was younger, I used to have trouble adding and subtracting. It constantly confused me on where the "1" came from and why it's "carried". Something about it I just didn't understand and it frustrated me. I recall crying in the back seat of the car complaining to my mom about not having enough fingers to solve a complicated subtraction equation in a mathematics workbook my mother bought from family dollars. Then I would sometimes use my younger sister's fingers to cheat, in order

I let myself join in on the conversation about which ice cream topping was the best, and then, all of a sudden, we were all saying our last goodbyes. More photos were taken and a few people had already left for checkout. As soon as the first bus load ended, and as soon as she had uttered the words, "These students are now dismissed," people began to cry. The whole class was flooded with tears, and Amanda's words about how she wasn't going to shed a tear drowned in the ocean of salt water. Everything

Little Middle School. Even though I’ve had a lot of speed bumps, I’ve accomplished a lot of stuff. From learning new instruments to working on my ability to focus, I’ve grown a lot. This year, I completed the Pre Algebra and the 8A math book. It took a lot of determination and caused a lot of breakdowns, but in the end I made it. History wise, I learned about The Vietnam War, The Greco-Persian Wars, and (after reading A Little History of the World) I learned about all of history. In science I learned

not that good. I ask the judge, “Am I free to go?” He nods. “Most humans would be dead.” “Most humans wouldn’t have interfered in the first place.” Again he nods before dismissing the trial and standing. The rest of the room follows. Rile’s friends leaving him, dead on the floor. I stare at my reflection in his blood, the girl from Scelestus stares back at me. I quickly step back and shake myself. No one can see that girl. That girl will be gunned down. I’m free to go. Where? I know where. Across

most of my life I have been a bit of a loner. I’m not lonely, but I’ve always enjoyed my own company. I love my relationship with God, my family, and my friends, but I have no problem with spending time by myself. When I was in elementary school, I didn’t really recognize the importance of being by myself sometimes. I tolerated it, but I remember feeling like I always wanted and needed friends around. All of this changed once I moved to Colorado and started my first year in middle school at a public

neighbor, Miss. Moore, a smart college educated woman introduces the reality of social inequality to Sylvia and her group of friends, they become cynical. Sylvia has always known in the back of her mind that she was poor, but never really let it bother her until she sees her disadvantages in glaring contrast with the luxuries of the wealthy. Sylvia’s life in the story “The Lesson” brings me back to my own childhood in many ways. As a young girl I grew up in an uneducated, low income household. I too,