My Favorite Class Of The Class

I walked silently, my converse crunching on the wet sidewalk. I zipped up my jacket and took a sip of my coffee. I slowly walked towards my school when someone's shoulder slammed in to me. My coffee flew out of my hands, the lid came of as it hit the ground, spilling all over the sidewalk. I stumbled as I tried to regain my balance. I hate this small town I thought to myself. When I returned home I arrived to both of my parents sitting at the table. I looked at them with a confused look, “Ava why don't you take a seat,” Father said “we have something to tell you.” I took a seat not saying a word just giving them a confused look. “Ava honey your father got a promotion,” Mother stated “and we are going to be moving to California!” Fireworks were going off in my head thinking of all of the new things I would get to experience.

Almost every student eagerly waits for the lunch bell. It means that it's time to take a break, time to indulge, time to talk to your friends. But with all of this excitement and commotion happening all at once, no one stops and take the time to look around and observe the overlooked parts of the lunch room. When observing my sixth period surroundings, I finally noticed how unoriginal and oberly disorderly the things and people around me really are. The pandemonium begins before you even enter the cafeteria. Loud girls shriek with laughter while rambunctious boy toss around some sort of food that evidently always finds its way on to the floor. Does anybody clean it up? Nope. Not a single soul will think twice about stepping over that

It all started on a warm sunny day, my dad had just arrived from Michigan. He came into the house gave my siblings, my mother and me a hug and told us the big news. “We are moving to Michigan” he said. He said it so calmly as if expecting my siblings, my mother and myself to react in a good way. Immediately I started to panic, I didn’t want to leave the place I grew up in. I was only eleven years old, I didn’t know how the people in Michigan would be. Finally I spoke “ I don’t want to move dad, I love it here!” which he responded with “I’m sorry but we are going to move because we can’t afford to live here anymore” He said this so emotionless as if not knowing how this could affect me. I hardly got any sleep that night for the fact that my parents were arguing for what felt like all night, but in reality was just an hour.

It was a cold, rainy winter morning in Liverpool. I had gone about my morning no different than any other working day. By 6:30AM I was showered, dressed, and full from my huge bowl of cereal. This gave me fifteen minutes to watch the latest news before I left to arrive at work for 7AM. It was 9.15AM when my cell phone began to ring; it was a call from my mother. I could tell by the quick, anxious, but bold and loud tone her voice that this was not going to be a

When I first heard we were moving here, I thought to myself. Why did dad have to take this job? I mean I don’t hate it here. I just hate the fact that I didn’t get to tell most of my friends I was leaving. Although, something good came out of this. I get to see an old friend of mine, at least start something over. This house is nicer than the one before. I still remember the time when mom thought there was a rat in the cabinets, man was she scared.

On a scorching Saturday morning in Georgia, I tossed and turned in my bed as my slumber was interrupted by my dad screaming "Family meeting!". I cringed at the thought of being deprived of my favorite blue, plush blanket. I dragged myself down the steps and into the dining room that felt like a Russian winter on my skin. As I sat down, my dad looked guilty, curling his lip and clicking his fingernails against one another. He looked at my little brother Leslie, my oldest sister Kyra and me with a sombre glance as if he were saying "I'm sorry". My dad told us that he received a promotion back in our original home in Chesapeake, Virginia. Hearing this I bit my lip, holding back my sorrow as I tried to appear thrilled for my dad's advancement in the company.

We were doing all of our tasks perfectly fine now. But, it was time for another family meeting……. we were going to move in two weeks. Disbelief at first, then sadness, then anger, then sadness again.

Vanette and I were bundled up next to a nice warm fire when all of a sudden we heard yelling from the kitchen. Vanette and I gingerly walked up to the kitchen door and peeked in to see Mama and Papa arguing about something. Though I did not know it then, they were arguing about Papa’s job. After the war, profits were increasing, but so was inflation. Companies in an effort to reduce operating costs laid off workers and reduced their wages. Papa just so happened to be one of the unlucky people that got fired. After Vanette and I had heard enough, we went to bed, forgetting all about what happened that

Hey this new year a has been going great. To start off we had some person come in and bid 11,000 over asking price for the house and lay down 100,000 in earnest money. So I signed the papers today and close March 16th. On the way back to the valley house I got a call at the y in the road and got offered the managers position for gateway to college and the running start program for Spokane. The house and a job in one day. I thought it could not get better but I went to the Dr's and he said I need some massage twice a week for 6 to 8 weeks.

On August 27, 2005 it was my dad’s birthday and all he wanted for his birthday was to leave for hurricane Katrina but my mother was persistent on staying for the hurricane because she had a nursing service and she couldn’t leave her patient and she thought the hurricane wasn’t going to be so devastating but of course she was wrong. My dad was always paranoid about natural disaster show he watch the news all day. About midnight my dad had awakens my mom and gave her ultimatum we either ride it out or we go that Sunday morning. Of course my mother was sassy and told him off for waking her up in the middle of the night but she came to her senses and decided to leave. Flash-forward eight hours and I am waking up from my sleep. As soon as I awaken

I headed home. Once there, I heard the arguing of my brother and mom. Walking up the stairs to my room, I lay on my bed and read my only book again.

When I get there everyone stares at me and all conversation stops. Why? When I walk to my locker somebody whispers, “Hey that’s the kid with the dad!” I grit my teeth.

But at lunch time, however, I feel corralled in a stampede of complete strangers and I feel so scrunched up and uncomfortable being around all the unfamiliar faces and every day it feels like the faces just change, as different people appear than the day before. It’s like placing an animal from it’s natural habitat to a public zoo, where it doesn’t know anything around it and is placed outside of it’s comfort zone, just like me. To solve this issue, I find comfort in our library or a quiet hallway, away from the crowd and noise. But I never feel bored without people around me to talk to. To fill in the void of boredom, I always carry a sketchbook so I imagine and create new drawings. I like to sketch images like video game characters and designs. Since I enjoy video games and have an active imagination, I fused the two of them together and came up with a well-made

Lunch the best time of the day, well except for when the last bell rings to go home. Everyone gets

The day I woke up to this soon to be life changing turn of events, I thought it was just going to be a normal day with my mom, not doing anything out of the ordinary or particularly special. I woke up late in the morning, like I always did on a morning in the summer time, and did nothing all day. I was just doing the usual things a twelve year old girl did in the summer: watch television, eat junk food and play on my phone. I was at my mom’s that day, but I was going to my dad’s house later that day to stay for the weekend. Mom and dad usually met up somewhere later in the day around four or five in the afternoon.