Majikku High School: A Short Story

That’s right folks, you read the headline right! Lately in Reardan High School, the new student named Junior is the talk of the school. His real name is Arnold and he is a Indian who came from the Spokane Indian Reservation. We have asked his classmates about what are their opinions and thoughts about him. Most of them have said, their first impression of Junior was interesting, considering he was one of the first Indians willing to go to a school like Reardan. According to a classmate, Junior was in a fight where he punched a guy’s face. And ended up winning people’s respect, especially the guy he fought with. He is now dating the “prettiest girl” in the school and is fitting in with all of the kids. He recently tried out for basketball and

A stranger in the village is someone that is new to a place or isn’t familiar with something. Approximately two years ago I moved, which meant I had to move schools too. I was 15 years when I moved to McEachern High School but it made me be a more independent person.

As Angelica confidently strolled into Rosario High, Eliza and Peggy, her sisters followed close behind. Angelica had been at the school before, because she'd been taking a bus over to the high school for her advanced math class all throughout eighth grade. Eliza, however, had never been inside the building before and felt incredibly small walking in. Peggy wasn't even supposed to be there. She should've been in eighth grade, but she skipped it and went straight to high school. She was very smart, but no one ever noticed. She was always just Angelica and Eliza's sister. They made their way down wing 1B in search of their lockers. Peggy stopped at her locker, number ninety six, while Angelica and Eliza looked for their own. Angelica finished her search at locker number seventy stuff. Eliza found hers a bit farther down, locker 46. While she began to unpack her books, she saw four boys making their way down the hallway. One was the famous jock, Lafayette. No one knew his real name except teachers, because he insisted that it was to long to use. His friend, another jock who was very smart, however, Hercules Mulligan followed him down the hall. John Laurens, who was decent at sports, but more of a science guy was with them, too. Following them was the mystery man, Alexander Hamilton. He was in their grade, but barely anyone knew anything about him. Eliza figured he was just another jock.

The start of my 9th grade year at Elsik High School was chill. Even though most of my Friends from Killough went to Taylor or Hasting High School. Elsik has a campus just for the incoming freshman. I wasn't that intimidated about being a freshman because all of the incoming freshman were together. Its was hard for me to make friends. So I decided to to join Elsik Might Ram Football. Since i Joined the football team I met NIck,Tim, Correa,Luke and others that played football. Playing football help maintain an A&B average. Elsik High school had two buildings. One building was just for the freshman and other building was for 10 through 12 graders. I couldn't wait to be in the other building Because the other building known as main campus at all

Going through the school day I had to stay focused and put myself in the right mindset for the upcoming. I couldn’t have any distractions. Looking back, I was probably a little too serious. It was necessary, though, if I wanted to have a good game.

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.

Transferring to Carencro High School was really terrifying. I was a Lafayette High School student and we just thought we were the best school since we were an A school. Like “ nobody couldn’t tell us anything.” That been my mindset for the past 3 years since I’ve been there. I remember there were times I was like” I can’t wait to leave that school.” I honestly didn’t think I would be leaving so early.

“I know Thomas, but these kids are just too into their electronics and you have tried to stop them, but it just hasn’t worked,” said Mason Ford, Assistant Principal at Podunk High School. “We need another way to stop them from using their phones.”

As I walk into the football field in this cool Saturday night, I am greeted by the beat of the drums and various instruments being blasted from each talented musicians. But instead of meeting with the band in the football field on a school night, we met at Kapolei High School for the 6th Annual Kapolei Marching Band Festival on Saturday, November 14, 2015. Our nerves were in excitement, but this year will be different. After our performance, I was convinced that we had performed to the best of our ability. As award time came around, we would find out if we performed the best in our division.

A school day went like this, we’d go to breakfast and wait in the line scoping out the cafeteria to see who we’d be in class with and who we’d get in trouble with. Then there comes first period with Mrs. collins, she teaches social studies and her class was pretty boring. I’d take notes each day and secretly laugh at my friends as they’d try to doze off, constantly looking at the clock knowing that in an hour I’d be in my “fun” class where I could relax. So it's time for next period and this was science class taught by the coach of all boy sports so we didn’t do much. We opened a book on our desk to whatever page he had written on the board, and the rule was: whenever someone comes to the door act like you’re working. Now, don’t get me wrong occasionally we would do assignments and take a quiz or two, but we had it pretty easy, except for the days after the games and the boys did bad. A victory meant we would watch a movie and a defeat meant we’d have to read the chapter, answer the questions at the end, and turn our work

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

There is a school in Rhode Island called Opequonsett High. It is full of jocks, mean girls, and popular kids. Hidden deep inside of the crowd are what you might call the outfitters. Vice Principal Mr. Brenigan wants anything BUT outfitters! The kids who did not fit in were usually the ones who got into trouble. Stella got in trouble for wearing an inappropriate shirt. Wen got in trouble for using bad words in class and Mo got in trouble for skipping class and behaving badly. They all got in big trouble for what they did. While they were in detention, a catchy song started playing. Wen started tapping his foot to the beat, then Stella started tapping on the desk. Finally Mo began humming along. They sounded

Lunch arrives and I'm stuck eating lunch in my friends car, jealous of all the other seniors that eat out daily. I bring my last bag of snacks to U.S. government and politics and discuss the daily events. Calculus is something fresh and challenging and I'm happy to have friends in the class. PE class is entertaining with my girlfriend Jenna as a tennis partner. The school day closes with a socratic seminar in Language and Composition. With the ringing of the final bell at 1:30, I get a feeling of relaxation, at least for 20 minutes. After school, I have football practice at 2. On a team that loses quite often (at least this year, the last two we've been to the finals), the duration of practice is about four hours long or more, six days a week. Football is where I get to relieve some stress by putting my focus and frustration into every hit. While it is an escape from the school life, it is no escape from mental and physical hard work required by the coaches. After a long football practice, a friend drives my brother and I home and we arrive around 6:30 to my mom making a necessary dinner. After eating a dinner with the entire family, I proceed from 7:30 on in my room to finish the required homework into the night varying how late I stay

My pencil was gently grazing my notebook as I passed the time waiting for seventh period to end. Suddenly the bell rang and everyone in the school flooded the halls like a tsunami in full force. The goal, get to the pep rally first. Why? You might ask. Everyone wanted to be in the front and center, but my friends didn’t. I walked into the pep rally, and not to my surprise none of my friends were there. “They all skipped didn’t they.”, I thought slightly annoyed to myself. I actually enjoy these things and wanted to make the most of my senior year, by attending. “It’s whatever”, I thought to myself. I wasn’t mad I expected it, but right when all hope was lost my friend Alyssa showed up. She was the good one of the friend group, honest