Marle: A Narrative Fiction

I let out a big sigh and tried not to think about how stupid I would look on stage when I fell out of the turn and continued with class trying to distract myself from the worries. Another 45 minutes went by and class was over. She dismissed us and I walked to the front corner of the rectangular room to grab my sweatshirt that I had placed on the floor earlier that class. I then headed to the door and was about to exit the class when I heard a soft voice.

The moment she walked past me though, she easily changed it to a look of fierce anger. Her eye narrowed and she was clearly upset with what I had done a few days ago. Out of habit l quickly realized I didn't care if she was angry with me. I still had that burning desire of her wanting to know and feel what I had to go through my own freshmen year.

I tried, but it slips. I sit in the third column from the door, second row from the teacher's desk. I don't want to do anything, but I know I have to tell Ms. Melton. I get up and slowly squish my way to the desk. "I had an accident,"I whispered, partly because I don't want anyone to know, partly because I am about to cry. When I get to the office, they have to call my mom for a change of pants and underwear.

When I stepped outside the wind pushed up the emerald green skirt of my heinous school uniform. "I hate it" I say to my friend Lorna, whom stands next to me. She looks so uncomfortable,

“Stop apologising to me, you don’t need to, sweety” she consoles me with her soft, mesmerising voice.

“They didn’t say,” Jared revealed. “This could be a good thing.” Jared looked to both Claire and Melendez for reassurance but instead was greeted with blank faces. “I just mean; if he was hurt, they would have told us. Right?”

“Hey stop licking me!” A girl with crazy bronze hair says to the wolves that are on top of her. “You guys are so crazy! What am I going to do?” She pushes the wolves off and stands up.

He tried to turn to face the pigged faced lady, but he couldn’t. He screamed and hollered for his dad,nothing, again, again, still nothing. He realized that he was on his own, the lady stepped closer and closer while she laughed. Martin was forced to wobble into the corner of the tiny elevator. He was at a loss of what he could do to protect himself, then a light bulb went off in his head.

Margret-Jane silently sat on top of a business building in Tokyo, her eyes scanning the sky, trying to find sweet relief from this sick game of life. The stars were blocked by the lights of the city below her, she wished she could run away to a better place, somewhere the stars dare shinned. The moon was full this night, a silver coin lost from a ship in the depths of ocean. The night was beautiful, calming for the girl, it was always so quiet. Though her kind disturbed this silence by praying on the flesh of the humans who dare wonder the night unprotected from the ghouls. Yes, life was cruel in many ways to every living thing in the world, there was no top dog. Everything suffers, and everything is hunted on, now this might not have been

"I don't have to!" She yelled. "You got suspended! That's more than enough!" She paced across the kitchen. "God, Andreatta. Why can't you be more like your little sister? That's all I want." She admitted, frustratedly.

Pawl leaned in and examined the cauterized flesh up close. He scrubbed down the wound with a rag doused in a wash of some sort, but Ulrich didn’t stir.

A few weeks ago she said, “mom I want my hair to be straight” and I said to her that her hair is like magic. I told her that her hair could be straight, or it could be curly. I reminded her of all the styles I could do on her hair that her friends aren’t able to do on their own hair because their hair is just too straight. I remember saying, “you know, we could straighten your hair and it would like theirs but there isn’t anyway for their hair to look like yours. Your hair is special.” She perked up immediately and said “yeah, you’re

Stella then responds with the idea that the school is not our parents and they should have no authority of what students should wear. It should be the parents, of the students who determine what is appropriate for their son or daughter to wear. Personally, this scene has struck me on a deep level, I have never been dress coded, but my friends have for wearing something that was deemed inappropriate even though what they were wearing was most utterly fine and not breaking any

Finally, Ms. Miller, in an act of desperation tries to mend our broken friendship. The teacher grabs me by the shoulders, red from crying for so long, and puts me in front of Maya.

How does the mandated basal driven instruction impact the teaching life of the primary literacy educator? That is the question Crawford asked herself as she observed first year teacher Marla. During Marla’s first year, Crawford document the different stages and how Marla felt after each stage. This case study shows how the basal program works sometimes, but in other situations it does not. It impacts the reader because they are able to see the transition of a real-life teacher and how the basal instruction affects her teaching style as she tries to start her career. The significant of the case study is readers and fellow teachers are able to see a real-life situation play out before their eyes. Through reading the case study readers see Marla’s