Middle School Short Story

The glistening sun scorching my eyes bring me back to consciousness , i have only a few seconds of silence before i am overcome with an unbearable screech next to me .

It was a hot spring morning at Wave Side Middle School. I loved the smell of flowers, I remember what they used to look like. All of a sudden I was startled.

sometimes, if I see an especially sensitive-looking fighter, I’ll bet against him ‘cus I can’t stand the idea of missing the chance to spot a crier before he’s cried. I don’t know how much sense that makes, by when I explained my reasoning to Ed, he said that it was ten-times better to bet with your heart and lose, than to bet with your mind and win. Even though Ed pretends to be this grumpy, grisly guy, sometimes he can be cheesy like that.

"Don't squirm pig. You've had this coming for a long time!" Officer Danytha winced as the punk whipped her hand across the young Elf's face. Her uniform was ripped and stained from being dragged through the dirt, her normally alabaster complexion smeared with a combination of blood, sweat, and mud. Another impact came, throwing her to the ground hard and knocking the wind from her lungs.

Fifth Graders at Squadron Line all believe that our desks are hideous. They think this because the latches are broken, there is a giant safety threat, and the sizes are a huge problem. Our desks really are horrible.

“Morning private” Ben replied. It was like any other morning in the camp. Ben was a soldier in the american army. He was stationed in the rockies, fighting indians and exploring the mountain ranges. The camp was quiet, not a lot of words exchanged. The men all just sat around eating the same food and drinking the coffee as every other day.

Age thirteen is a special time for boys. Sorry girls, I don't have a clue how it goes for you. I'm not leaving you out, I just don't know and don't feel confident to comment.

A couple years later it was almost middle school and I was still getting bullied. It was fifth grade and it seemed like everyone hated me. I was quiet, shy, never started trouble but other kids thought they had to harm me. What I remember the most was once I was thrown in a trash can. I decided to sneak and stay in for recess and I sat there in the dark hallway next to a trashcan drawing. This chubby Latino kid appeared and I didn’t even know who he was and he just picks me up and threw me into the trash can. I remember crying my eyes out. I sat in their because I didn’t want anyone to see me. Him laughing down the hallway was all you could hear. I thought “I must be trash.” Eventually, a teacher found me and pulled me out and gave me a hug.

After the interesting time that was elementary school, the change to the intermediate school was not an unwelcome one. In fact, I was rather excited to pass on to the newly redone and recently renamed Lincoln Intermediate school. It was a time of change and that was exciting and terrifying. The first year of band, me newly on my trombone with only a few lessons of experience from the summer, four times as many kids my age for me to get to know, and a larger school. Needless to say it was a time to feel anxious.

I was in the house looking at the sheriff suits that Deanna gave Rick and I and Rick walked in through the door and I said "I don't know if this is some kind of play, handing authority to strangers.The authority to break up fistfights.If it was just that, she should have given one of these to Daryl."Rick said "I don't know if it's for us or for them. Or maybe Deanna's trying to get rid of us and them.You put these jackets on me and you, have the people see it.If that's the play, that'd be smart. And she seems smart.Smart for then or smart for now?" This is now.- Rick was cut off by the sound of some bushes rustling and said "Come out! Now!" Aaron stepped out and asked You can tell the difference between walkers and humans by sound?Can you

Left alone in the untidy bedroom, Tom wondered what the hell he was supposed to do. Booker had told him to get out, but he didn’t want to leave without having the chance to adequately explain himself. Hearing Booker professing his love had caused him to panic, and he’d muttered the first words that had popped into his head. But as soon as the faltering sentence had left his lips, he had immediately regretted his thoughtless response. Not only had he surprised his lover by not acknowledging the intimate attestation with a grand gesture of his own, he had humiliated and hurt him too. The words I love you were three of the most sacred words in the English language and those who uttered them did so with confidence because they assumed the

“It helps a little if you think of them as people,” Alice suggested, her high, musical voice too fast for human ears to understand, if any had been close enough to hear. “Her name is Whitney. She has a baby sister, she adores. Her mother invited Esme to that garden party, do you remember?’ “I know who she is,” Jasper said curtly. He turned away to stare out at one of the small windows that were spaced just under the eaves around the long room. His tone ended the conversation. He would have to hunt tonight. It was ridiculous to take risks like this, trying to test his strength, to build his endurance. Jasper should just accept his limitations and work within them.His former habits were not conducive to our chosen lifestyle; he shouldn’t

She tripped and almost fell when a fellow first year student bumped into her, anxious to get into the Great Hall. She cursed under her breath and pushed her brunette hair out of her face. The brunette girl was stuck in stampede of first year students, all of them rushing into the Great Hall to get sorted into their houses.

One day in a college water pipe there was a peanut named peter, this peanut was special, he lived in a Skippy brand peanut butter jar in a city named Aquaville. One day he met a donut named Dylan. Peter met Dylan when he was walking down to the local coffee shop. That day was not normal in his usual seat was sitting a donut. As Peter looked around at him the donut turned and glanced at him and he said hi and ever since that day they were good friends. After about a year of working at the local grocery store he discovered something very wrong with the city. In his daily walk down to the gym, he saw a sewer hatch open and he couldn’t resist but to explore. He loved to explore he climbed down the ladder and walked a ways down when he saw the

No, he shouldn’t think like that. It wasn’t what she had or didn’t have, or anything he could put into thoughts or words. If only he knew what it was that made him do what he did. But then if you could explain away infatuation, the world would be a much simpler place, wouldn’t it?