Middle Park High: A Short Story

Jake was a freshman, having just enrolled at the local community college. He was for the most part a good kid, except that he had hung around with the wrong crowd, and this had made him the unfortunate victim of circumstance.

The first time that Sean and I met was in the 7th grade at Washington Middle School. Sean was the new kid at school at the time, and when you're the new kid the teacher introduces you to the entire class. The teacher also wanted someone to give Sean a tour of the school, so she wanted to see who already knew him. I didn't know him yet, but when she asked who did I yelled out "I do!" She turned to Sean and asked if he knew me, he said yes even though he knew he didn't. As I was giving him a tour of the school he asked if I actually knew him. I told him no, I just wanted to get out of class. And that was the beginning to our

All I had on my mind was that my little brother was falsely accused of vandalism. When I woke up and went to school the following morning, I immediately got called to the office. There I found Branden, Bryson, and Jack. They are football players that cause a lot of trouble . As soon as I walked in, Jack said; “Jake did it and you know it.” Me, knowing this wasn’t true, raised my voice and replied, “You’re a liar and don’t be accusing my brother of something you didn’t know he did! You and your friends probably did it!” At that point, the principal and resource officer pulled the three boys into the office. Soon after, another officer walked in the door. “Emiley, come with me please.” he said. Once we walked into his office, he had the tapes pulled up from that Friday night. “Which one is Jake?” he asked. I replied, “Jake isn’t in it.” While watching the tapes, I saw a blonde haired girl, she reminded me of Anna. I asked the officer, “Who’s that girl?” and he replied “I can’t tell you, is there any reason your brother might’ve done this? Vandalism may be an act of revenge, a way of expressing a political opinion, or a means of intimidation.” At this point, I was so annoyed I got up and walked out. As I left, I walked past the football players as they snickered and laughed. While I was walking back to class, my phone vibrated. My mom texted me saying, Your dad and I are on our way to

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.

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 glanced up at the clock. It was 12:18. Mrs. Ewert exclaimed, “One or two problems guys.” My heart sunk to my toe. I had langage arts next. Mrs. Berntson was coming back to school after her son went missing. My friends say that she is seeking revenge and locking up kids. I tried not to think about it and did a math problem, I knew they were exaggerating. The bell rang and Mrs. Ewert excused the class. I slowly walked down the crowded hallway. I turned the corner and could see her crusty, burnt door. Now I could believe my friends, Mrs. Berntson has gone crazy! I looked across the hallway and could see my friend, Will. You could tell by his face that he was scared to go in.

The warm breeze blows past me as I open the door to the Sweetwater Middle School. Shouts and hoots of excitement about the New Year came from behind me as I speak amid my social circle. It was going to be a wonderful year with delightful students and teachers. By the end of the year I knew to have been mistaken to think it would work out for me.

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.

Have you ever detested one of your school years? Did you get into a lot of trouble over frivolous, immature actions? Did you have one of your beloved family members kick the bucket? Or forced your frail teacher to astonishingly collapse and be swiftly wheelchaired to the drafty, hushed atmosphere of the office to the point of them retiring?

I’ve been at Barrington Middle School for three years. It is the place where I transitioned from a child bright-eyed and ready for the world, to the older, if not wiser young adult, that I am today. I’ve been here through the good times and the bad as I went from year to year. I am leaving this institution of knowledge more prepared because of AVID. I am leaving ready for my life ahead.

Choices. Regardless if the choice is good or bad, everybody makes them. There are times where the choices people make can alter their lives forever; this was one of those times. It was April 26, 2013, a normal friday for me attending West Middle School in my sixth grade year. At the time, I was the definition of an attention freak; I always wanted the spotlight on me. For a reason still not known to this day, I wanted people to feel bad for me. I thought that by gaining sympathy, I would be able to make friends and be the talk of the school. What I didn’t realize is that not all attention is good; some can be devastating. Unfortunately for me, I was not thinking about the effects of the choice that I was about to make. I couldn’t have possibly

The principal’s office was on the other end of the school from the cafeteria, maybe because he didn’t want to have to hear the noise from us kids, but anyway, it took a long time to get there. it didn’t help that people were following us because they saw me hit Rachel. When I got there, I thanked the boy, hoping he would leave so I could make a break for it, but I guess he was smarter than that because he stayed. The office lady told me that I could go right in, which was a surprise because principals are almost always busy, but I did. When I opened the big heavy door, I was shocked. Rachel had a huge red make on her face! I guess I was a better fighter than I thought! The principal told me to sit down, and then he said, “You’re editor told me about the pen name, and I hope I didn’t overstep my boundries when I told Rachel, Bethany. I figure you just forgot. I’m going to leave you to work this out. If you have any more problems, feel free to stop

I found myself Sitting on a bench in front of the playground with nothing to do and no one to do anything with. I became the minority segregated from the majority, but instead I was separated from both colored and whites, I was secluded from man for an action I thought to be a benefit to man. So then what did that make me? an entity above everyone else ? or a monster? In my own pity, I looked at my shoes, sullen, expecting to receive emotional support that never did come. It was then that a second pair of shoes pointing towards me, so I looked up unexpectedly without thinking. The girl's name was Jennifer, all that I knew about her was, she was friends with Jeffrey and was notorious for spreading fabricated rumors. She had told me that Jeffrey was spreading a malicious rumor about that surely would have made me lose all social standing to all other students. I don't remember the details of the rumor, but all I remember was a sharp burning pain in my psyche as a result of my consequent actions. Feeling red hot anger I went up to Jeffrey “you lying son of a bitch you…” is all I remembered before a flurry of curse words marched out of my mouth at an erratic rate. For the longest time I had set perceived notion of what was considered bad or good,

It was a cold day in October before the incident happened.The leaves were just falling the crisp colors of autumn raining down like colorful bullet shells raining down from above. Little did I know that my friend’s life and my life would be changed forever due to this tragic occurrence. My friend’s and I were going to go to a party and one of my friends moms was going to drive us to the party. I prepared myself for tonight because it was going to be the best time of my life. It was three fourteen in the afternoon The last bell of the day rung and I eagerly got up from my seat to go home,I sprinted to the bus to go home I eventually got home and got ready for the party my friends mom coming to get us in about thirty minutes. All of my friends eventually arrived just as I was finishing up. When I

     I walked into school around 8:25, rolling out of bed only a half hour before. I wiped the rain from my face, I hate when it rains. As usual, I strolled in with a casual walk, like I was the coolest, because I could come in late every morning since I had no first period class. The first person I saw as I walked through the cafeteria toward the staircase was Louise. Usually an outgoing and crazy person, she strikes many as being on crack. She calmly and quietly said "hey", with her face to the floor, not even looking at me. On my way up the staircase to my locker, I passed my good friend Mike. He looked me in the face and said, "Did you hear?" I replied with intense