Moving To Mceachern High School

“ 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.

“Wyandotte High School,” Mrs. Marilyn said. We were next. My anxiety screaming “you have to get up and do stuff or you’ll fail in life.” I got up from my seat and headed to the stage. My heart was racing loudly that I was afraid that everyone would hear it. My hands dripped with sweat. I kept taking deep breaths to calm myself. I felt the spotlight following my every move.

About six months ago Sean was bullied in the locker room at St. Vincent High School. He was in the locker room minding his business when suddenly another teenager comes up and starts hitting Sean in the face knocking him over. Sean could taste the blood in his mouth. After only a few moments the other teenager stopped and ran away. When he got up his head was pounding and he couldn’t feel his bottom lip. He also had cuts all over his face. Thankfully the schools camera caught the whole thing live and the family decided to put the video online so that people could hear his story. Unknowingly something incredible happened. Rener Gracie saw this video and felt touched by it. Rener runs a Jui jitsu company that has gyms all around the country

“ Yea, I heard that there’s a nutty negro student became the president of an Americanism Club in Cleveland Central High School. I bet that poor thing didn’t even know what is Americanism.”

When I was nine everything was huge. People, school, and even my instrument. As a third grader I could barely hold up my horn, pushing down any one of the three valves was out of the question. My parents pleaded with me, suggesting I attempt clarinet, or flute. They were tired of hearing the same three notes. I refused and stuck with my horn, slowly I gained strength in my hands and the trumpet stayed. Coming into Ridgewood High School as a freshman I had similar thoughts as when I was nine. Everything about high school is huge. The school is huge the stairs are huge and the seniors… are beyond enormous. In the winter of 2013 I had my first jazz band audition, that same winter I played with the jazz lab on fourth trumpet. That year the band

Moving away from all of your best friends can be a real tragedy in a sixteen-year-old teenagers life. It’s hard to get up and go eight hundred miles away from everyone you know and everything you grew up around. I had this happen to me about three years ago and it is the largest change I have ever had to adjust to in my life. It wasn’t the changes around me that I was bothered by; it was that I did not know one living soul for hundreds of miles and all I wanted was a friend.     

Tacked to the dark grey walls of my bedroom is a vibrant card filled to the brim with inside jokes (accompanied with drawings depicting said jokes) that perfectly and hilariously explains my best friend and I’s friendship from when it started in 7th grade at the private Christian school we both had the privilege of attending, to the end of freshman year. We had been inseparable since our friendship began, and this card was the physical proof of it.

"Get her out." Lilly hissed as Mary Louise started to pull Elena from the car. They had rode for awhile before reaching the Mystic Falls High School. The school where Elena and her friends never really intended after all the drama that came when being involved with vampires. The last time Elena recalled being there was after Kai Parker captured her and held her hostage.She had went to talk to Damon when Kai cloaked her in a spell that hid them both, then knocked her unconcious. He had used the high school to practice his newly impowered magic. Damon and Jo showed up eventually and rescued her from Kai.

“Does anyone have any questions before we begin? Alright then, tests are now out, no talking. And when you finish read, no ebooks, and absolutely no phones out during or after the exam. You may begin.”

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

Damn what can I even say... first, since my writing looks like “ a kindergartner's” i don’t know how you will be able to read it, even though you have become accustomed to my writing BUT STILL. Oh abby, I didn’t even know you last year, I saw you here and there and you were in my math class but bless this year where OF COURSE MRS.KELLNER MY FAV had us in the same class. Shortly after, we started talking when we were in those Tale of 2 cities groups and just got so damn close to each other. We linked together because we have the same personalities so we could be weird around each other and enjoy it truly. We drew on each others hands, you kicked my leg numerous times from me annoying you and YOU and your “broken Leg”. LOL all that countless

When mom told me we were moving, she actually meant it! I just thought it was another one of Alex’s schemes to help her with her psychology class. I personally think that class is a complete waste of time and energy. All you do is sit and watch people walk around. Isn’t that what TV is for? Well anyway, now here we are trotting along to our new life in New York City. I am VERY angry with my parents because they never asked me if I was okay with any of this. When I was in LA, I had so much fun with my friends. I had the life a sixth grader had always wanted: Chess Club - Tuesdays and Thursdays, Running Club - Friday, Sports Club - Saturday and Sunday, Duke TIP - Everyday and my other classes. I was always the top student and athlete. I was shocked and thrilled when she told us we were

I was already having a hard time moving away from my friend, Emily, my neighbor. So joining a whole new school was going to be just wonderful. When I moved to Huntley I felt really alone depressed because I left all of my friends back at my old school. When it was the first day of my new school (Which I joined in the middle of the year so friend groups have been established). I got in into my moms car and she drove me to the Chesak front office and got me situated with my new 2nd grade teacher Mrs. Salerno (She was super mean). The first day went by pretty quickly, but the bus ride home on the other hand felt like an eon had passed by. I was sitting with these two girls and I was physically part of the window because I was so squished. I walked home alone because I had no friends. I was going to walk home with this girl who had short dark brown hair, but I decided against that choice. I went on the bus every morning and afternoon. About a week had passed and I was walking home alone again. I walked into my house and started to watch “Jessie” but I heard a “Ding!” and knew it was the doorbell. I ran to the door and it was the girl with short dark brown hair.

My eyes search for anything that will not judge me, my hands begin shaking anticipating the moment I get to sit back down, my heart is beating so fast, too fast, I can’t breathe, I can’t speak. This moment lasts too long, I can’t do this, I am so cold yet so very hot, why can’t this be over? Their eyes are searching mine for my response, but I can’t think. I can imagine all the things that they must be saying in their heads. I need to say something to make all this stop. “I don’t know” I manage to spit out, I hear the chuckles, and I wonder what is so funny? Maybe they are laughing at the fact that the person with so much to say can’t even answer a simple question. I walk back to my desk thinking that they don’t know how much I want to be that confident girl, the girl that speaks what she needs to without a single fear, but I just can’t. It’s not that I don’t want to it’s just that I have something stopping me every time, myself.

“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.