My Day At High School

She hopes to get out and see the world soon, and has a longing to meet new people outside of Los Angeles, where she has lived her whole life. She describes herself as “shy, nice, and inquisitive. I question a lot of things.” Her shyness has been a factor of why she has yet to experience all she wants to, but she is learning to get outside of her comfort

She sat down on the bleachers on a bright sunny day and began to feel anxious as she thought about her results to see if she got accepted to Clark. Some part of herself was unsure of the decision she was about to make once she got her results. The field that the bleachers were surrounded in were packed with students playing sports. It’s as if time stood still and she was filled with her fears about getting into this school.

It’s just a normal Tuesday, I tell myself as I look at my usual spot now occupied by the blonde haired, blue eyed, bombshell Yuki Akima. The newest addition to Shady Oaks High and already I absolutely despise her. I spot an open chair in back and head for it passing by Yuki not bothering to give her a second glance. I sat in the chair and waited for the teacher to get in. When I look up Yuki’s blatantly staring at me a strange look in her eye.

Roaming through the halls of Willow Bend Elementary School, a tiny, curly-haired girl was anxious for the little hand to land on the 12 so that she could board the yellow school bus. The day seemed like any other as she looked out of the bus window to see her grandma standing next to a beautiful, fuschia tree waiting to pick her up, just as she had every other day. Although everything looked normal, it did not feel that way at all. Uneasiness welcomed the young girl as the bus door slid open. That was the last day that the young girl remembers of the life she once had. That girl was me.

Alexandra walks to her home. As she is walking she looks thoughtful. There are people passing by, but she seems to ignore everything that is happening around her.

Eliza ran as hard as she could. She could not be late to school again. She had overslept at least three times in the past week as well as a few dozes in the middle of class. She thought back to the dreams she had been having during her midday snoozes and sighed. In them, she had been walking through a forest, near trees that seemed to stretch as tall as the sky. There were two other people with her too, they looked at her with expectation and question, which confused her even more. They were strange folk, they had pointed ears, elegant faces that seemed to shine with starlight, and long, flowing blond hair. Eliza stared at them with amazement, just beginning to make herself feel comfortable. Then, all of a sudden they sprinted away… Eliza had

As Victoria entered the school everything seemed different, but at the same time the same. Same faces, same people, same school, but at the same time things seemed different. Expresion, Victoria finally thought of the word. Expression on people’s faces, they seemed more welcoming, saying “Hi”, but if you looked closer you can see that it was phony. Last year not so many people said “Hi” but you could see sincerity in their eyes. Many things had changed from last year, friends, sports, interests, and of course now she is in 10th grade, but that was not that important. It all started this summer when Victoria went to a camp where she met the her new friends, Alisa, Jessie, and Natalie. They got very close together over the summer. Victoria always thought they were mean like other popular girls, but no they were very nice to her. Now school began and Victoria became popular as well, she thought she would never be. Not that Victoria was such a loser she had friends that were always there for her were always there for her but being popular never was her thing. And what about her old friends? Well,

She would always tell her mom and dad that she was going on a walk, even though that was a lie. When she got to the school, she unlocked the door with a bobby pin, a trick she learned from her mom, and quietly stepped inside. It was pitch-black and soundless. You could hear a pin drop, it was so quiet. The frigid air made Hope shiver. The email told her to go to the cafeteria and hide behind the oven. Hope smelled the foul odor of old food in the kitchen. She was in her hiding spot when she heard a noise that sounded like footsteps. Hope perked up, but it was only her imagination. She waited for about one hour and nothing happened. As a result, she walked out of the school and headed home. Hope approached her door and saw something funny. The door was wide open. However, when she quietly stepped inside she found nothing wrong. That was the problem, there was nothing wrong. The lights were unlit and everything was in place. The house was as quiet as a mouse. In all the books she has read, when someone breaks in, there has been something wrong. She walked upstairs and nearly fainted. Where was here mom? Her dad? Timmy? She ran all around the house with no one

It was a young girl, chasing a rabbit, picking onions along the way. Augustus knew she was the one. Her long blonde hair, and blue eyes is just what he had imagined. The scent of innocence is what he desired. “Hello! Young lady!” The girl was frightened, and starting running away. Augustus knew he could not loose her. “No! Don’t go! Please! I won’t hurt you.” The girl hesitated, then turned around and hid behind a tree. “What’s your name?”
“Evelyn.” She whimpered.

If given the ability to travel back in time to my first day at Westside High School, and I was able to change my high school experience with advice to my freshman self, I would leave him with these five pieces of advice: sit on the right side of the gym, get involved with a team sport, study/do homework, be more cynical of the people he considered his “best” friends, and enjoy the underclassman years as much as possible. I wouldn’t want to completely remodel my high school years because I am pleased with how things turned out for me. However, it would be arrogant to say that I wouldn’t change a thing, and that I did everything right the first time around. If given this opportunity, I would do my best to tell myself said things in order to create a better version of myself. A version that is more (1) timely, (2) goal oriented, (3) responsible, (4) college prepared and (5) perspicacious.

The redwood trees around me were around 40 feet tall and probably higher, even though I felt like I was half way there I still could not see the peak of the enormous giants, three thirds of the way I stumbled upon a problem for weak branches were in the way of me reaching the top, as the heights were beginning to hit me I had decided to come down from the tree as the branches blocked me from continuing. Running out of breath and the slash, that almost showed a piece of bone, in my leg still bleeding it just prevented me to keep going. The only objects I had in my backpack were the two ibuprofen and the extra rags left from my shirt. I sat underneath the redwood tree as a tear ran down my left cheek and touching my lip the salty taste and little by little I began to remember the good moments I had in life.

Have you ever felt like your brain was being split into a million pieces? Possibly a pain so intense you worried you were dying. That feeling was the cause of my day in hell.

Amanda had just moved from a small rural town called Redwood Springs, to a busy suburb called Auburn Hill. She missed her old friends so badly. She also missed the quiet, small house that she had lived in. The chorus of birds chirping and leaves rustling in the morning was now accompanied by the annoying noises of cars beeping and fire engines squealing. She had been popular among the kids at her old school. She had many friends. Anna, Charlotte, Rachel, Kendall… the list went on and on. The move had been boring, and Amanda was always sad. Redwood Springs was a nine-hour drive away, and there was no way that she could get there so often.

I get out of my car and to the left of me was Skyler. She steps out of her car but reaches back to grab her white and blue backpack. When she fully stands up she had put her light brown hair into a low messy bun. She adjust her white and grey north face jacket as she closes her car door and locks it. We both stepped onto the worn down concrete sidewalk in front of starbucks. Looking into the dark windows I could faintly see some of the other students that were coming.

My first year of high school, I did not think too much about self-growth. I thought more about finding new friends. The determination for new friends helped me gain the courage to join a sport and numerous of clubs. I decided to join tennis; keeping in mind I have never touched a racquet, nor stepped a foot on a tennis court before my first day of tennis class. I remember the gut wrenching nerves I had running all around my body when I met my coach and new teammates. Ranked second to last on the team was painful, but the pain encouraged me to become better. For day, weeks, and months throughout the school year, my new group of friends and I stayed afterschool waiting for varsity practice to end, so we would be able to practice until the sun came down. Slowly my tennis skills and talent started improving. Along with my improvements, I started realizing I was determined and committed to something for the first time in my life. My interest in becoming the best lead me from being rank second to last, to second on the list. With great success in improving my tennis skills, I was able to manage my time well enough to study hard for Latin competition. Continuous learning about Latin history and attending tennis tournaments were tiring but well worth it. I managed to place second for girls double in the Pasadena district and placing first in Latin competition for area. At the end of Freshmen year, I was announced to join the varsity team and make it to state for Latin competition.