Langford High School: A Short Story

One day in Lindley Middle School there were two girls in Mr. Foreman’s classroom and their names were Anazia Maisonet-Snell and Lanecia Hayward. So as they were just sitting in class doing their work Lanecia decided she was going to take Anazia’s pencil case because her pencil broke and when Anazia saw Lanecia took her pencil case Anazia said, “Give me back my pencil case” and Lanecia didn’t which made Anazia very upset. Then Anazia got louder because she knew that that would make Lanecia give back her pencil case. Since Lanecia gave Anazia back her pencil case Lanecia didn’t bother trying to take it again.

During the next few weeks Donny had been talking on the phone with this girl Miriam for hours upon hours. She had invited Her over for dinner but Donny said no, Cal let Miriam over for one for the “studying” sessions, They were both always with cal and it started to seem weird to daisy. She “This Miriam was an unappealing girl with blurry lipstick and masses of rough red hair. She wore a short, Bulky jacket that would not have been out of place on a motorcycle. During this trip to Cals she was silent, but coming back, she was more talkative. “What a neat guy and what house. All those kids hanging out, like a club. And the stern playing rock… gosh, he's not like a grown up at all! Married and divorced and everything, but you'd think he was our age.” Miriam had said.” This is the daisy has gotten to think it was all bad and weird for Donny, It had all gone down hill Cal wasn't helping and they were just partying and this girlfriend wasn't the best for him she has thought. She didn't know what to do she didn't think any of this was helping. She should have come out and mentioned it too him about her not loving this girl and not thinking she was the best influence to keep him on track and get his grades up. With them always at Cals partying nothing was getting better, The girl didn't seem like she was all this serious and Daisy knows

Young, but driven, Jorge began dancing in the spring of his senior year at Sharyland High School. He was welcomed into Melba's School of Dance's family where he was introduced to ballet, tap, jazz, hip hop, and folklorico.

“ In the early month of May at the Menifee Middle School, it was a normal day until ‘YES’, ‘HIT HIM’ ‘HIT HIM.’ Students were pilling out into the schoolyard toward the echoes of cheering. With the excitement in the air, it was the chance for students to grasp the glimpse moment of exhilaration.

The fresh dew in the air, cold and frosty, sent a chill vibrating throughout my body. The sun peaked out from behind the mountain, yet the tint of bleak darkness remained in the sky. Subsequent to the prolonged drive, we arrived at La Reina High School located at Thousand Oaks, California. We all filed out of the van and Miller, my debate coach, handed me a blue laptop, thin and smooth, with the number six atop. A wave of anxiety broke over me, as we walked in. My mind was clouded and racing with a million thoughts. I had never done this before, and here I was at my first debate tournament. Debate was a very prominent part of my life and I was strongly determined to earn pride and respect from my coach. As we went into the cafeteria and to

I am completing my second weekly-required meeting and hate this one more than the first. At least the first one was with just my fellow English teachers discussing our summers. This meeting includes the English AND History teachers. Apparently, Bonnie-Leigh High thinks the two subjects are closely related and feels they should have their meetings together to discuss freshmen. I still don’t understand why we are discussing the new freshmen class twice a week for two weeks. I could be putting this made time into Aiden. That is if Aiden had any free time. With September quickly approaching, Aiden has done nothing but write and write. Any conversations we have are small and we haven’t actually seen each other in a week, which is abnormal for us.

On one faithful day I started my car and was about to leave Croatan High school. It was a cold January day it wasn’t sunny I wore a black shirt and grey shorts. As I start to pull out my spot into the straight way to get on cougar lane someone stops me. The person that stopped me was my buddy Jacob he made the jester for me roll down my window and so I did and he said. “Hey man do you know when the next test is in Mr. Slater’s class,” to which I reply. “No let me know if you hear otherwise,” and he walked away. I roll the other window down as Stair Way to Heaven comes on and turn up the music. I pull into the straight lane behind three cars and wait for someone to let one person in so the line will die down.

I walk the halls of Cheshire High School with my head down. I don't have a reason to lift it. No matter where I go, no one wants me here. After that text, I don't even want to be here.

Breaking news from Belle Plaine Middle School! A girl on Venus name Margot has been stuck in a closet during the one hour of sun!

A time where I held a single story is when I was younger I thought all muslims were shooters and bombers that carried suicide vests, AK-47s, and curved daggers. That was around fourth grade when the only thing that was on the news reported on was the war in Iraq and all the terrorism that was happening everywhere, that was also the time where Osama Bin Laden was killed. In that time even the school I went to was messed up because there were two muslim kids in the class and everyone was scared of them because at recess they would pray, and everyone would like make jokes that they were summoning curses upon Americans. Soon enough we thought that they were actually summoning curses on Americans after a

Melba stood at the sixteenth street entrance of Central High School, but she was somewhere else. She wasn’t paying attention so she was vulnerable to making big mistakes. she wasn’t keeping her guard up and in the distance, Andy was yelling her name and coming after her with his gang. He was getting closer and there wasn’t anywhere for Melba to run because the boys would outrun her. A blond haired white boy whispered to her that he was going to help her. Link said he was going to call her mean names like the rest of the boys, but he was going to give her his keys to his car so she can get away.

*Panting*Now I know why you guys are so late every morning, its because you guys talk too much in the morning...

It's in the middle of the summer and EVERYONE is on their devices, there is wifi in

"Wake up Alfred." My mom told me while i was sleeping. "You have to get ready for your first day of school."

“I’m different because everyone else is not me.” This as written by Julian Aguilar, a famous screenwriter for Hollywood films. It was my first day at a real school, preschool doesn’t count, and I was starting first grade, since I skipped kindergarten. It wasn’t always easy being the youngest in your entire grade, and sometimes, the whole school, but I made it through and even got into GATE. That’s what this story is all about.