Mrs. Schlock's Successful Career

My stomach started speaking to me as I was passing a Burger King. As I approached the register, I recognized that the Cashier was my classmate Kimbre. “ You know we ran out of burgers right?”, she said. Then I replied, “No, you don't say. Does Taco Bell run out of Tacos or Pizza Hut, Pizza?” Kimbre was a babe, the way she chewed her bubblegum made me hot! I mustered up the courage to look her in the eyes and I told her that we should hook up for the dance. She just broke up with her boyfriend, he got mono from kissing her best friend, so she was available. I wiped the lonesome tear off her cheek with my finger.

The lights are shining as bright as the sun, it’s seven o'clock as the football team is about to come out. As the football team comes out we are yelling C-K-H-S. The game gets started and it is all fun in games . Halftime roles around and the boys are up 12-0 but her feet start to hurt and her cheerleading costume starts to get uncomfortable as it is a little too tight and super itchy. She's known as the pretty one that does well in school and gets good grades. The one that all the boys go after but always has a boyfriend. The one who has two older brothers that are popular and strong.

Quickly third and fourth grade approached, the plans for my life had changed to being a dancer. Dancing is an art. I had watched a movie about a beautiful dancer on broadway, and had decided that is what I wanted to do with my life. As time passed, and my life became a little clearer, and I realized that I lived in a small town of 1,000 people and the nearest dance company that I was going to be joining had just closed.

But because of the embarrassments at school (“My voice was apt to come out squeaky”, “My hands became slippery with sweat”, (etc.) she was determined to not attended the Christmas dance (“Formerly I had considered falling off my bicycle and spraining my ankle and I had tried to manage this;” (etc.)). After failing multiple times she decided to go the dance, which was a dramatic change in her emotion. She wore her beautiful dress and let her friend Lonnie do her hair and make-up (“I sat in front of the mirror and Lonnie stood behind me, fixing my hair”), after finishing she became exited. After the long walk to the dance her personally takes a turn when the first dance was the most popular boy “Mason Williams”, and he blows her off (“He took his hand off my waist and dropped my arm”). Nobody wanted to dance with her; her emotion became sad and upsetting (“Please me, please me, and I locked my fingers behind my back”). Therefore she began to hide until a young lady in the washroom approached her; this introduced a different role in her because the lady was older and fun (“Mary

Sophomore Mayra Gomez has mostly AP classes and she is in Dance Production. How does she do it all? Well, Mayra has found that during the dances she is not in or during breaks, she can do her homework. Gomez says she gives one hundred percent in every dance otherwise the dance looks sloppy and weak. Did you know that she choreographs dances in her free time? She does and she plans to audition those pieces so that they can be in dance concerts held by Grace Davis High School. Mayra says that being in Dance Production is very stressful, but at the same time it is fun because you and the members of Dance Production become one family who share embarrassing moments; they share tears and smiles. Although Dance Production looks well-put and organized,

It Began on a cold fall morning, Brittyn Sanders walked into class, late as usual, with a welcoming smile on her face. “Sorry I am late Amber, I brought you a bagel,” she said quickly. Brittyn is a short, dark-haired, big brown eyed girl. On the morning of the interview, she was dressed in Nike tights, a book bag that seemed to be larger than she was, and a black jacket that smelled like pumpkin spice perfume. She took a seat and explained why she was not punctual to class this morning while taking her seat. It seemed as if she was the typical college cheerleader, partying all night long with a preppy attitude, but that perception was wrong; she is actually down to earth and talented at a variety of things, other than cheer.

They said she done great, but could use so practice. Taylor starting jumping up and down with excitement. She was so ready to start riding her horse there. They told her she would start tomorrow. When she got home she got ready for bed, but she can’t sleep. Finally, morning came and she was up before the sun was. She race to get everything ready to go. Then when she was done she speed all the way there to ride her horse. A girl help her get her horse ready to ride. The girl comment,” hey my name is Ayana, and I will be here if you need me any more.” Taylor reply by saying ,” I’m Taylor and thank you, and if I need help I will ask you.” Taylor starting riding her horse, and she was very good at it. As some year when by she got better and better. She was even pick to ride in a horse race. She was so nervous about the horse race. The horse race was just a few day away. She practice all day trying to do everything perfect. The days went by so fast, and now it was finally time for the horse race. As Taylor got everything ready to go she left to go to the race. Taylor got there, but she still needed to get her horse ready to race. She speeds to throw getting her horse

Maya holds her permission slip to the school Spring dance. Hoping her parents would say yes, but probably no. Moving from Kazakhstan and America was difficult, especially because they had different cultures. They had to move, because her Aunt was moving to America to marry someone she met from a dating magazine. Things were going well for Maya, but her younger brother Nurzhan, got into a big fight with another boy in his class. Things got worse from there, boys from Maya’s school were lifting her and her friend into the air, pretending that they were weights, when Maya’s dad saw and was furious, as well as her mother causing them to fight! But that’s not the worst thing! Maya’s mother fell and broke her ankle. So her mother could not work or

As soon as I get home, I call a family meeting. “Guess what? Ms. Taryn is bringing a couple of students to the World Ballet Championship, and she has invited me!”

“Tonight’s the dance!” I yell as I walk through the front door. I’m Raven a 6th grade girl and tonight's the spring dance. “I’M ON THE PHONE!” screams her mother, “sorry.” I whisper. I go and get something to eat, then do homework. When I’m done I go and takes a shower and picks out my dress. I’m a pasty white girl with long black hair. While I pack a bag for Katie's house, I starts humming a line from a song that I don’t know the tittle of. Then I started singing, “ Because it's too cold whoa,for you here, So now let me hold whoa both your hands through the holes of my sweater.” “Raven! You almost ready?”, say her mother. “ Yes ma!” I yells her sister gets home and is already watching T.V.

Then a director saw her photos from her photo shoot and wondered if she could act. so he went to her photo shooting studio but she wasn't there and he looked up her name and found her youtube videos and her songs and all her photos. He liked what he saw of her youtube videos and was certain she could act. Then he went to her recording studio and talked to her about become an actor. She said she would give it a try. He gave her a script to practice. She practiced and practiced till the day of the audition came. She was nervous on the day of the audition but she had no reason to be nervous because she got the lead role. The lead role was a little girl trying to escape from the evil guys trying to kill her and her family.

Then he went to the ball thing or whatever and she seen that all these girl liked him and then she realized how much he liked her and all thi sstuff that he had ro do for her to even notice him. Then she starts to feel love for him because shes jealous that theyu like him, girls are like that.

So there is this girl. She is very average, she has golden brown hair that goes to right below her shoulders and deep brown eyes. She is on her boarding school soccer team and is one of the leading players, but heart is never in it when she plays. She feels that because of that she does fit in at Westwood Academy. She spends most of her time in her room on the third floor alone doing homework. Her roommate rarely even acknowledges that she exists if she even bothers to be around. Deep down the girl’s deepest passion is singing and that is all that she wants to do. She knows that if anyone knew that she sang she would be the laughing stock of the school. If only she could talk to her parents and have them understand but they only saw her as a gifted athlete with so

Sometimes I wish makeup and nail polish did not exist because girls use it to much. Like a girl named Katora, my dance classmate, had the prettiest hair and it was her’s no one else's. Her smiles could reflect the sun's rays light and from the looks of it a boy’s heart could melt. Ahhh life is great. In the corner of my eyes I was a tall, slim beautiful sight...No! Ms. Attles is coming closer, shoot why why why!!!!!! Nia breath in breath out, breath in, focus already and up!! Soon I was on the ball of my feet twitching, dangling, shifting my weight as Ms Attles picked me up from my insides. A rush of anxiety went inside me as she stared as waited for an approval to go down a nodd maybe. Yet, her head stayed high with her collar bones showing and her extended swan like neck around telling others to go down. “Chin up, for perseverance and showing strength. Come on, neck extended to show grace. Face light upx to show emotion and passion. You want this right!”, she yelled like a lady from the military with no softness in her voice that used to code it like honey. The smell of perspiration with a hint of sea salt came crashing the party in my nose. “I have an expectation for you! I don’t care if it hurts or is not the best thing you like to do in dance class. It will make you stronger.”, she paused

The stuffy room, because of the former group also auditioning, was quickly filled with dancers of different height, experience, and age. We impatiently stood in a line from youngest to oldest and waited. The judge welcomed us; then she told us to step forward, say our name, grade, and a fact about ourselves. When it got to my turn, I walked out of line and said, “Hi my name is Katie Ryan. I am in sixth grade, and I’ve been dancing since I was two years old”. There was a pause, and I went back to my spot. After waiting for everyone else to say their name, grade, and a fact about themselves, it was finally time to dance.