My First Day Of Dance

It was about a half-hour bus ride all the way to the middle school. When we had finally arrived the principal was standing outside answering any questions the fifth graders had. People were asking him where their classes were and where their homeroom was. Now my brother was in the middle school for four years, so I was fairly familiar with the layout and where the classes were. The first class for me was homeroom which I had Mr. Lishego, but first I had to go to my locker and put my things away. All I came into homeroom with was a pencil and notebook, we were all given about five different forms that were related to health and other information. Once homeroom was finished, I went to my second period class which happened to be Mr. Lishego’s class again, but this time it was for reading. Every single one of my classes was the same thing which was going over classroom rules. Then lunch finally came and

It was after the recital which id been waiting outside of since the start. It was dark, so dark I couldn't see the whisky bottle i had been drinking from. Finally, after waiting for a long while kids started to exit the school. I think i must of been pretty drunk because the youngest Finch child looked like a ham. When the kids got on their way I began to follow them. I don’t know how but i guess they heard me and stopped. Lucky for me it was dark enough that they couldn’t see me. They stopped again, but this time they screamed something. Maybe they saw someone they knew but i just ignored it. The third time they stopped i went for it. I snatched them up and mashed and squished at the ham shaped child. Then the boy came a shoved her out of my arms. I chuckled at the boy. He was so small and scrawny, it was hysterical that he thought he could fight me. I let him struggle for a little and then i pushed him to the ground. His elbow hit the concrete and made a loud crack. After that a strange man came out of nowhere. Ha came at me with a knife of some sort and before i could fight back i was up against the tree and everything went

That night I asked my sister when are we performing the dance, She told me that tomorrow which is Monday at Our School Ceremony. That night I can’t sleep, My heart is beating fast like theirs a 1000 horses running inside me, So many things come through my mind that night, I tried thinking about good things and finally i fall asleep. I woke up and the sun is still not up, Me and my sister went to the school early wearing our costumes, It’s a simple green shirt and a white teeny shorts that makes me uncomfortable because I don’t like wearing short clothes. One by one the students coming inside the school, My hands are trembling while looking at them.

As I walked into the intermediate room at Monsters of Hip-Hop, the nerves inside of me built up like a hot air balloon. I was stretching in jealousy of other girls and boys as they showed their amazing talents. I start to worry if I mess up on the choreography, out of nowhere the choreographer Laura Edwards comes in. I look at my mom in fear,

I pack up my stuff and make my way out. I know coach is going to question me. He always does. He's very concerned about his plays. That's why I like him. I pushed open the door, letting out a squeal.

I stepped into Mrs.Swartz’s 2nd grade class and I was frozen because,none of my friends were in her class.Just a ton of strangers.On the outside it may have looked like I was calm,but in the inside I was going all over the place,and I was so scared.There were name tags with cute apples on them,and all I could think was”Oh great,I have to sit next to a boy.”There was this girl in my group that seem a little hyper.Well,maybe more than a little hyper she was like “Hey!What’s your name!” and I whispered in a shy voice”Dinara.”Then I asked her and she said “Bri.”

I took my seat after the bell had rung waiting for my teachers instruction. Today was the day I dreaded the most, grade check’s. My teacher called us up to her desk one by one, it felt like I was being called to the judge's bench. The room was dim; the only light came from tall white lamps in each corner of the room. I could hear each person breathing heavy, there were only ten of us. I picked up my head and looked around the room. Everyone sat twiddling their thumbs waiting their turn anxiously. A girl at the end of the table had her head resting in her hands while breathing deeply. The teacher called her name, and I felt my stomach turn upside down; I was scared for her. As her grades were read aloud tears rolled down her face. She returned to her seat defeated. Her sister sat right next to her shaking her head in disappointment. Her sister began to scold her in front of the class telling her how

Five minutes before the bell rings Kelsey comes back and we head to my next class which is math, hopefully this entrance is better than my last blocks. We head in an a young blonde short teacher with thick glasses is writing formulas on the board, we walk in and she looks our way and grins she says welcome to her class and her name is Mrs. Williams and then she walks to her desk and hands me a folders with a bunch of papers,she said to keep those I will need them. She says my seat is next to the window in the back,good because I don’t want none of these skanks behind me. The bell rings and minutes later the room fills with students. As they are walking in they stare at me like i’m a alien or something, as class goes on I notice a few of the

‘’I was on my way to back to school night I was extremely nervous to meet my teacher and when I got there I heard Andrew then I turned around and…’’ One time when I was in second grade I was on my way to back to school night I went to meet my teacher her name was Ms. Pepler. She was nice at helping me put my stuff in my desk but I thought she would be meaner in the school year so when me and my mom got back in the car I said ‘’I think Ms. pepler is going to be mean this year.’’ My mom said ‘’ she seemed really nice at back to school night’’ then I said maybe you're right.’’ Now it is the first day of school and I was nervous because I thought I had a mean teacher and I didn't have any friends it was just me and my cousin. The first day of

did not want to get out of the car. I just wanted my mom to take me

Mrs. Warren and Mrs. Kelly let us sit by whoever we want which I liked. We sat down while Mrs. Warren and Mrs. Kelly explained where and what everything was. Then we got to color! That made me feel better! But then we got our lockers. I couldn't find mine! A few other kids and I couldn't find our lockers. I said to a teacher,

I remember waking up that morning feeling rather pleasant. That was until I remembered it was Monday. I really didn’t want to go to school that day. I was in second grade and already wanted to graduate. I thought I was done. Nothing was ever fun at school it seemed. There was a girl in my class named Vanessa that always seemed like to make my life miserable, her hair was absolutely gorgeous. Ringlets of chocolate brown that shined down her back. It made me sick . She’d always glare at me and make rude comments that got on my nerves. However, there was something that wasn’t all bad at school and that was my teacher. She handed out candy to everyone just about everyday. And she always had a big smile on her face. She was my “protector.” Mrs.Armstrong

It all started with four boys and one girl setting up for an overnight challenge at the Lidtke Mill. The four boys and the one girl names are Lawson, Isaac, Conner, Bryce, and Destinee. Everyone will be meeting at Lawson’s house at 11:30 pm because it is going to be a half an hour walk to the Lidtke Mill. Now every is leaving to Lawson’s house now. It’s 11:28 pm Everyone just arrived at Lawson’s house, now they pressed the doorbell, DING DONG. Lawson’s mom yells “come in”.

With smoke coming out from the hood of the car, everyone panicked thinking the car was about to go into flames; like in a movie. The doors were locked, on top of that they weren’t opening. When my brother was about to smash open one of the windows, my mom opened her door and we all ran out. At that moment my whole

It is obvious that all of our memories are not accidental. Every memory together makes the personality of a man. Therefore, they are the pieces of the one whole entity. The most emotional and brightest ones for me are memories about me playing with my father, then having first solo ballet performance and finally attending Coldplay’s music recital in Barcelona. Recalling all these makes me shiver with pleasure.