My Best Friend Miss Carmichael Closed

I enjoyed looking at her. She was a slender, small-breasted girl with an erect carriage, which she accentuated by throwing her body backward at the shoulder like a young cadet. Her gray sun strained eyes looked back at me with polite reciprocal curiosity out of a wan, charming, disconcerted face.” Nothing in those lines expresses the excitement and passion that a man whose truly attracted to a woman displays when they are interested and wants to date you. There was definitely no butterflies in his stomach for

“I went on the field trip, and Mrs. Lipton and Mrs. Hernandez were very firm about the 7 p.m. departure time” Sophomore, April Botello

Ashton was visiting for a weekend, it was only him. Calum had to stay back and look for Michael, as he had ran off again. I hugged Ashton and looked at him. Ashton got in my car and smiled. I hugged him tightly. “It’s been too long!” I yell and he laugs. “I like the hair, you changed it up a bit since the last time I saw you.” He greeted me, I smiled and shook my hair. I had dyed it blonde and brown. I decided I need a change. “How’s Tate?” Ashton looked at me while I was driving. “He’s on edge because of the baby, but he’s good. Brooklyn?” I smiled and he chuckled. “She’s 4 months,” It was all he needed to say. “You guys are having another fucking baby! Oh my gosh!” I squealed as my car came to a stop. Ashton blushed and felt my stomach. I felt her kicking. “Do you know yet?” He asked and I

It all started when I was the new girl in sixth grade at Thomas Jefferson Middle School. It was the third day when I first came in and I didn't know anybody. I had math in 8th period and I sat next to Becca. The first time I talked to her is when I needed a pencil and asked her to borrow one. It was really awkward at first because we didn't know each other and we were both really shy. Later, me and Becca started talking a little more everyday from “This class is boring” to “Sit next to me at lunch”. After me and Becca started talking more we started to realize we have almost every class together. We then started to partner up when we could for partner projects. Then we were pretty much good friends

How could Ally forget that she had the biggest test of the year tomorrow? When the bell rang, Ally grabbed a piece of paper from Mrs.Woods class and sped-walked to her flex period. Once she arrived at the library, she sat at an available table . On her piece of paper she made a schedule for tonight and how she could study, go to Grandma’s , and play in the championship. That is when she had an idea! She would go to her game and straight from her game , she would go to grandma’s party, drop off her present, ask her if they could spend time together over the weekend because she is very busy and go home to study. It was a tight schedule but Ally thought it just might

Her emerald eyes piercing through the room as she held her school bag loosely on one shoulder. Next was a darkly tanned girl, she very obviously looked Hawaiian with her long, wavy black hair cascading down over her shoulders and just past her bosom. Her chocolate colored orbs also scanning the room filled with new faces. She wore a lavender, sweater over her black undershirt, it falling slightly off her shoulders, a gray pleated skirt, black flats and a flower crown headband completing her look. At first glance they seemed happy to be there, but the more Evelyn looked there was just something offsetting about their searching eyes that were hidden behind their overexerted grins…

Whereas Connie is considered beautiful, June is seen as “plain and chunky” (496). Regardless of their differences, both girls have one thing in common, they both love to spend time with friends and Connie uses this to her advantage. On several occasions, a friend’s father has left them off at the mall, however once they arrive, Connie travels across the street “ to a drive-in restaurant where older kids hung out” ( 497). It is here that she comes into contact with her future assailant, but at the time she ignored his attention.

“Hello,” the teacher said. The class echoed her monotonously. “I’m Mrs. McEversons. First we’re going to get to know each other.”

“Yes, you there, that man er—young man I spoke to earlier,” she shrilled, clumsily trotting across the street. “Yes, you,” she panted, grasping hold of her centered, skirt slit and swiftly darting across the grass. “Oh it’s wet, the grass is moist,” she wailed. “Yes, you there,” she said again, pointing at me, nearing closer and clamoring up the porch steps. “Oh look, those are some beautiful, Ah—deadly roses!” she squawked, “I think they just made a ladder in my favorite tights.” Her face looked like it was going to sob again, but briskly, she straightened her stance and blew out a sharp breath. “I know,” she said breathlessly, “you're probably wondering what this horrendous woman is is doing in front of you and—oh my god, is this street full of supermodels!” her eyes shifted distractedly, gawking at Gemma. “You look like an angel. Your light, champagne blond hair is so gorgeous, and you're so lean and perfect—how tall are you? She quizzed Gemma.

“So this is where he works?” I asked through gritted teeth, staring at Blake from across the table. He told me everything there was to know about Talia Evers the other day, along with several fun facts about Staten Island that I would’ve been happy not knowing. Him being him, he seemed to have a natural knack for knowing girls better than they knew themselves. But when he brought up her older brother, who I remembered as her uninvited ‘guest’ to my birthday party, things took an interesting turn.

After discussions with Mr. Meyer, Craig and I have elected to proceed with his suggestion that I write to each of Allye’s teachers on a weekly basis. Would you please comment on Allison’s behavior in class; is she participating and paying attention? Additionally, would you please provide information as to which tasks Allison will complete in the next week?

Her hair was a dark auburn with streaks of blond and her eyes were the deepest ocean blue. I traced her freckles with my eyes, like a constellation of stars. My heart skipped a beat when she sat next to me. I was questioning why I was breathless from a girl, a girl... Why a girl? I was happy she decided to sit by me, but then I realized it was the only empty seat in the class. She was mysterious and I could smell her coconut perfume from a few feet away. Her fingernails had been chewed off and I wondered why. Was it a nervous habit? Was she upset about something? Maybe she just didn't like long nails. I couldn't think well enough to draw, unless I could've drawn her. Would my pencil do her beauty justice? We didn't talk and she didn't even offer me a

Lanzone flips a penny in the air as we wait anxiously for the verdict. It lands on heads. “Ahh, yes. She is mine now!” he celebrates rubbing his hands together gleefully imagining what he can do with this regal specimen lying on a bed near the bar in front of us. The sensual red light from strobe above the dance floor hits her face as she rolls over revealing her natural physical beauty. He thinks he can buy her from me but little does he know she is already mine, I was simply just leading him on for fun. “She looks so beautiful, doesn’t she?” I drive the point home. He responds “Yes, she does. She will make the perfect vampirette in our community. Everyone will love her,” as he kneels down and plays with her hair. I instantly get jealous and change the subject, “Don’t you need to pick up some refreshments for the club for daylight hour party later?”  “Oh yea, thanks for reminding me.

“Who are you asking?” Asked Mike, “Mariah Lopez!” Shaun replied. Everybody nodded their head in agreement. “That’s right, Mariah Lopez.” Shaun carried on bragging about her special features. “You know she has a sister right,” looking at me. “Nope, I’m good.” I replied. “Well who are you asking then?” asked Mike. “I don’t know yet!” I answered. I’m taking Stacy Porter, announced Chris. I looked shocked, because I just told him last night I was going to ask her. Stacy Porter was 5”4’, light skinned, hazel eyes, white teeth and arched eyebrows. She was simply gorgeous. “So, Mell (short for Germell) who are you going to ask?” They all asked sounding like a local band hitting the same note at once. “Oh, I’m going to ask (it was dead silence for about five seconds), suddenly the bell rang for class. I walked away leaving them puzzled. As I was walking away, I heard Chris say in a conniving tone “alright we’ll meet right back here after class.”

Nichole is a young pretty popular girl in high school. The reason I picked the pictures of dresses, nails, shoes, jewelry, etc. is because in my book they quotes “She was sure to win Miss New Jersey” (page 1) this exclusively say that she is really beautiful and popular in Hollows High School. Nichole has bluish green eyes, “A window tints violet, the color of my eyes.” (page 6 ). Nichole is hard working girl when it comes to school.