My Best Friend Is Elijah Baker

To start off a normal day after school on a monday is actually quite calm, until tuesday hits. After class ends I rush over to VAMF( Basically a geek club at our school) for I happen to be the president of our club. Shortly after I rush home to quickly eat food so I can go to my next destination, scouts.

Today, Mother has starved me again; I haven’t eaten food in four days. I did my chores and everything she asked from me. I have no source of food, I would usually get the leftovers, but last week Mother found out and I was punished for it, I’m used to it at this point. I got beaten up today too, for no reason I didn’t even talk or move. I wonder why Mother hates me that much, I’m the only child treated like that , sometimes I feel like I am a slave and that I am not part of the family , while Russell, Ronald, and Stan are treated like kings compared to me, sometimes I blame them but then again it is not their fault

The months went by in a blink of an eye, and it was the last week of school. My classes for the rest of the week, we're watching a movie and eating pizza ,but only people who had a good

I made new friends and went to the Magis Program every Saturday. I saw some friends ,but it was different now. I'm not in their lives anymore and they are not really in my life either. Pretty soon after, me and my friends stopped talking because we went to different school and life was different. I didn’t like it. I wanted to know what was happening in my old school and how everyone was doing. I was pretty sad and missed everyone. So school went by ,and me and my friends still saw each other ,but we weren’t as close as we were. So life went on 8th grade came and my decision came back. 8th grade year was fun I had made a lot of friends and a lot bonds with them. Some of the friends I made were going to go to St. Ignatius or St. Edwards or other private high schools. It was also my time to decide to which high school to go to. It was a hard decision so I delayed it. My friends from Magis also started talking to me again. They thought that I was still going to St. Ignatius. I was deciding whether to go Westlake High School or to go to Ignatius. I delayed the my decision until summer. So during 8th grade the whole 8th grade went to Washington D.C and I then realized that I didn’t to go to thru the same feeling again. So I told my old friends that Im sry one the last day of the Magis program before the summer camp

Morgan, Kris and the kids get here in the morning. I turned in my class work for the week ahead of time because I knew I wouldn't get it done with them here. We go to court on Tuesday for the finalization of Kris adopting the kids. It will be a great

This week has been a good one so far. I can say I feel really good about my progress and work completed. I am half way done with my curriculum map and I am starting to list resources and strategies that I am using which will add an extra component to my curriculum map. I think I started to piece together my PowerPoint presentation as well.

Before I came to Baker Middle School, I attended elementary school in Laytonsville. I had a group of friends that consisted of five people, Olivia Fink, Olivia Pallas, Mason LeBlanc, Kody Johnson, and Stefan Jacob. The Olivia’s both attend this school alongside me, but sadly the other three attends a different school. I became friends with those three because we all had common interests in multiple categories such as cartoons and humor. I still keep in touch with them, but I know we aren’t as close as we used to be. With the Olivia’s we all became best friends in the first week of Kindergarten and we still have been by each other’s side since. We became friends because we all sat next to each other on our little chairs, and talked about anything

“Mom, have you eaten?” I would ask every morning and evening. The answer was always no. My heart hurt to watch her implosion but there was nothing I could do to help her beyond manage daily minutiae. My brother was always fed, the floors were clean, the laundry didn’t mold.

She gasped. Later that day, my friend pretended to be a ragdoll and fell out of his seat. I jumped up out of my seat and slid across the teacher's desk. She sent me out into the hallway and made me call my mom. I got avenged by my friend. He started jacking around and shouted curse words at the teacher. Meanwhile, my teacher was so caught up with trying to get my friend under control, I was stranded in the hallway. My mom told me to behave and then she hung up. I asked pointlessly,

Instead of talking, I turned my back and grabbed my lunch sack. I took my lunch, and sat down with my friend group. In previous grades we had to sit with our class, which truly sucked, but now we didn't. Lunch has always been one of my favorite times of day, it still is. Earlier that day I left my breakfast on the counter which made me extremely hungry. I raced out of the creaky old wooden door my house could barely support and rushed directly to school. I knew that later my mom would have a stern talk with me about wasting the good food, but in that moment all I could think about was lunch. I began to starve, my blood flushed with the instant pleasure that euphoria brought as I gazed upon my phenomenal pizza stromboli. I gazed while my mouth hung open, taking in none of the conversation going on around me. My salivary glands began generating glittering drool that raced down my face as though it wanted the stromboli more than I did. I almost chowed down on the heavenly meal I recently unpackaged, but the lunch lady showed up out of nowhere. She asked me another question, one that had me scared, nervous, and dizzy all at the same time. This question made my

My seventh grade year was NOT off to a good start. You know when you go to school on the first day your parents are always telling you to make new friends. Well that’s exactly what my mom told me, and her advice only worked halfway. You see, I had indeed made new friends. The only problem was that one them had some jealousy issues. It all started when I met her. Audra was a drama major. We had met in musical theater. We became friends so she introduced me to her best friend, Alejandra. The thing to remember was that Audra had strict parents who wouldn’t let her do a lot of things outside of school. That meant that whenever I asked her if we could hang out, she would say no. By this time Alejandra and I had become friends. Not close friends

Being made to go through the whole process of becoming friends was not what I wanted. I had a lot of friends at Galena and had been friends with these kids since kindergarten. We had grown up together and I didn’t want to leave them so soon. My mom told me Baxter was only about 10 minutes away so that took the ease off a little. I had two really good friends who I did everything with. I remember wondering if they would be sad, or if I would get to see them anymore. The feeling of going to a new place and possibly not making any new friends frightened me. How long would it take me to make new friends, if I made any? All the worrying was for nothing though. I remember exactly what happened when I made my first friend at Baxter. I call to mind being anxious as I walked into my new classroom, feeling the glances of all my classmates. Thinking how uncomfortable I felt as all the kids talked about their summers with their friends and all the fun they had, when suddenly I heard someone say hi. I turned towards the voice and saw a small brown haired girl, who I would soon learn was Mallory. After learning each other’s names, she then asked me “Do you want to be friends?” and that’s how my first friendship started. I made many new friends that day and felt all my worries soon drift away. Though I didn’t know how well making new friends would go, at the time it was a frightening thought for me. With

It was a normal ordinary day, or at least I thought it was. Didn’t have my homework, played my phone, talked to friends, it was all good. It was around 9 or 10 o'clock. Everyone was getting their snack out of their backpack, and of course I did too, I was flipping hungry! I brought in some tangerines, man did I love those. The teacher put on a little video while we ate. I decided not

Monday, I was gonna try to study today no games no getting distracted by Tv or music. Guess what didn't happen? If that was any studying or homework then yep! My started with my trip back to Red Deer with tons of leftovers and stuffing. I listened to a ton of Lana Del Rey on my iphone on the Greyhound home. Her music right now just works with my mood just so perfectly. Her music as well as her are both American, in this case I would say this music is better than Canadian music because I have never found a Canadian artist who sings like her. I really need to study, I’m gonna be so overwhelmed tomorrow. At least I stared at a piece of paper for 30min and thought about how much I hate assignments, progress! Well I finished season two of Chicago

I called my mother over to inspect the work I had completed. She comes over and admits," Good Job Hanako!". I put in the effort and smear a fake smile across my and reply," Thank you mother, may I head to the mall with my friends now?” I ask. After a long pause she finally insist," No, not anymore, I think it's a great time to meditate." As I hear these words my heart sinks. I boil over with anger as I walk to sit down. As I "meditate”, I think about my friends enjoying themselves shopping, eating, and maybe even drinking coca cola. I eventually break down in tears. My mother watches from afar and looks like she has something to share with me, but I don't care. I've had enough so with all the strength I have, I stand up and run out of the