Middle Park High: A Short Story

I am Mr. LaBreck. I am not the Principal of Chocksett Middle School in the Wachusett Regional School District. I am just an ordinary man who lives on a farm with an ordinary house. And ordinary animals. But something out of the ordinary happened

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

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

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 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

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

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.

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

For years, past principals of Sherwood Middle School have grouped kids based on history and looks. It has brought the students to hatred of these staff members. For the past two years the oldest prisoners at Sherwood Middle School have had to endure the wrath of the strict and mean guards. Now there's a new one that is making the kids think twice. In the second paragraph, we will talk about the old principle, what he was like and what kids thought of him. In the third paragraph, we will talk a little about the new principal, why he's here and where he came from. Lastly, will we talk about how the students reacted and what they think of the change.

One of the hardest and most influential days of my life was when I started middle school. It was my first time switching schools in six years and I wasn’t sure I was ready to. Some of my friends had known me for those six years and some even more. I had all sorts of questions running through my head on the day of the orientation. Like, what if I don’t fit in or what if I get lost on my first day? All of these questions disappeared when I stepped into what would soon be my new school.

Growing up in a small town there isn’t much you miss. You visit the same restaurants, “hangout spots”, and school functions. With so little to do, naturally you end up in the same places. Everyone knows everyone and cliques form faster than you can say “school year.” People usually kept the same friends they met and bond with in the 1st grade.

One Thursday morning when I was in the school with my friend two boys were picking on me and my friend it happen on the bus and the hallway. That made me and my friend upset me and my friend goes to Arnall Middle School. it happen 1 week ago. What happened was two boys were picking on us so we told them to stop. But they keep going so we told the teacher. So he was talking to them out of the classroom door. So they can have a conversation about bullying.

Every person has to overcome obstacles as they grow. Some obstacles are larger than others. One of the largest obstacles that I have ever had to face still haunts me to this day. I can remember every detail that occurred on September 30th, 2015. On this day, my school, Harrisburg High School, was traumatized by a school shooting.

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

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