My Greatest Fear: Having the Same Relationship with My Little Brother as I Do with My Older Sister

The fourth grade was a very traumatic year for me. My only sister went to middle school, my mom who always was at home across the street from school got a job, and I didn’t know one person in my class. For the first time in my life I was on my own and I was frightened even by the idea of it. During that year my grades dropped and I wasn’t social with my classmates. I started to fail in my favorite class, math. The work became pointless to me and I started to neglect my work. One day, after I failed another one of those math tests, my teacher asked to talk to me after class. Due to the already annoying grade I had received, my teacher punished me with a detention. Confusion and frustration flooded my body and I just wanted to give up. But,

I remember the first day I walked into my kindergarten class, I clenched my mother’s hand with all my might to prevent her from letting go. The kids around me, whom I supposed were my classmates, had long let go of their mother’s had and were playing together, and even as a five year old, at that point I felt like an outsider. I pleaded my mom to not leave but my attempts failed as I found myself alone yet surrounded by complete strangers. As I stood in the center of the room while pushing back my tears and eyeing my mother make her way out the door, I heard the teacher call my name. I timidly walked towards the spot on the yellow carpet she was signaling at for me to sit on. I heard Mrs. Ross’s soothing voice but no matter how much I concentrated

I awkwardly made my way to the lunch line, and stood for what seemed like an eternity. Being the nervous and shy person that I am, I constantly thought that eyes were watching me. As I picked up my lunch tray, I heard a voice behind me say, “Hey you!” I eagerly turned around. I thought to myself that maybe it’s a new friend! I was so elated with the fact that finally, someone wanted to talk to me! As the lunch line proceeded, I was getting hammered with questions: “Where are you from? Why are you here? What is your name?” Feeling a little overwhelmed, I answered the boy quickly as I got my lunch food. As we both exited the line, I thought I had obtained a new friend. I soon found out that I was wrong. With a slanderous tone, the boy said, “Just to let you know, I’m going to make fun of you for the rest of the year.” Then he strutted off into his group of friends and walked away. With broken hope, I scanned the cafeteria for an empty seat. I found one at the end of a deserted table, sat quietly again, and pondered on what the boy had said to me, and then I watched. I wondered to myself, what would my father have done in a situation like this?

A relationship that has become closer over time for me is my relationship with my brother Mylan Cousan. The earliest memory I have of my brother and I are our walks to our childhood nursery. I remember we aere always confused as twins, but we weren't. We would always wear the same thing and use the same words almost as if we had a special connection gifted to us from birth. When we played Power Rangers he would allow me to be the pink Ranger because of my need for femininity. Mylan would fight the other boys because of their teasing towards me and my "girlish" ways. My brother always protected me from the world even if it meant fighting friends in favor of me. When I was about 12 he was 11, my step-father caught me watching "Xena- Warrior Princess". He saw me wearing a belt over

The classroom set up was very different than what I was used to back in Nepal. I didn’t know anyone in there. I didn’t know what to do, so I just managed to sit in the chair that was nearby the door. All the other students were staring at me like something was wrong with me. In reality, everything felt wrong to me when I was in the situation where it felt so bad that I just wanted to quit. It seemed like I was on a one-way street, and I couldn’t figure out what I should do and how I would get out from it. It was almost the end of that class. The time passed just by watching a documentary on the literature’s time period. After the bell rang, all the students left the classroom; then I walked to my teacher with the problem I was having. I was lost in every other class as the hallways get crowded and the buildings were huge. He helped me solve the problems that I had, and my first day of the new school passed in the same way as it did first three hours of that

Starting the day started off by waiting in my seat a 3rd-grade classroom at River View Elementary taught by Mrs. Course. Surrounded by the same people every day waiting in agony to get called out of the classroom. It was thoughtful of the teachers to let me leave almost every day, so I could gain help with reading during the time everyone else was reading with the teacher. Although leaving early every day left me wondering if anyone notices. The teacher walks up to me and says “Shaylee it’s time to go.” After that worry, the other 3rd graders will notice I abandon the classroom seeps into my thoughts. The volcano of questions starts to explode, creating inquiry thoughts of “What if they make fun of me?”, “Where did you

It all started in the classroom. I was in the back, sitting away from Jonathan. Ring, ring. The telephone rang. Mrs. Bargmann, my first-grade teacher, stopped teaching so she could answer the call. When she responded to the phone, the class erupted into chaos. I used my innate ability to block out all the sounds. Mrs. Bargmann announced, “Quiet down children. Steven, can you please go to the office? Your parents are here.” I gave no response as I doodled on the table. “Steven, your parents are here. Please go to the office,” she repeated. Again, Mrs. Bargmann received no response. She came over to me and continued, “Did you hear what I said? Your parents are here. Please go to the office.”

The day right from the start seemed like a good day so I went about smiling and walked blissfully to my normal seat next to my friends. We prepared for the coming classes that day. The deafening bell sounded and we were on our way to start the actual day. My classmates and I walked joyfully through the hallways, joking and laughing before reaching our first period destination. I made my way to the front of the classroom and sat down. The air was crisp so I took out my jacket and put it on. Our teacher walked in a few minutes late and started to take attendance. The whole classroom focused on him. After he finished taking attendance, he slowly reached down into a drawer and pulled out a stack of papers. I stared in disbelief. The stack of papers he pulled out was actually a pop-test. I took the pop-test trying to recall everything that we had learned over the course of two weeks. I focused on the test for most of the class period and finally turned it in. The morning weather seemed to just be a ruse. This was not a blissful or good day; it took a turn for the worst. I sat there in the chilling room trying to think of something else to keep

Walking to the middle school office unknowing of what was coming. Knowing I’ve done nothing wrong, knowing I hadn’t won anything, and ninety-nine percent sure I wasn’t forgetting a doctor or dentist appointment. Entering the office, now more confused when I realized my sister was standing in the middle of the grey dull office in front of me. “You got called to the office too?” she asked. “Yeah, do you know why we got called?” stating even more confused and concerned about why my sister and I were there. Before she could respond, Mr. Small, our school counselor, came out and requested us to follow him.

On a chilly Friday afternoon after school, two best friends Manny and Ryan were walking to Desert Ridge when they saw a blindingly beautiful girl. The girl looked like their age, but the two boys both wanted to approach her so, what they did was acted like they didn’t know each other to see who could get the girl first.

Sitting in class eyes closed shut as if I'm at home in my tempurpedic bed with my favorite fluffy pink blanket and big fluffy pillow.  As my math teacher starts the lesson I hear nothing in my head but silence.  Then suddenly from pocket I feel a beating causing me to jump up startled.  Staring at my phone firm wondering who this could be calling me.  I raise my hand to go to the restroom to answer this unknown call.  I swiped my phone across to answer the call, "Hello."  "Hello Daija Talley this is Sarah I'm calling from Beaumont hospital, we were calling you today because your mother was rushed to the hospital this afternoon and we cant get in touch with anyone." said Sarah from Beaumont hospital.  My heart stopped as if I were going into

The next day I woke up, did not eat breakfast, and walked outside. When I got to school, I went through the normal routine of sitting on the bench outside of school for two of my friends Alex, who I called Jum Jum Jr, and Delanie. We spoke about what goes on within our lives and I told them what happened the previous night

I guess that the police were coming for me but I needed to get to my attendance line, so the teachers would think i'm missing. I started bawling not knowing what to do. “Are you lost” a voice questioned. I flipped around, startled by the voice, I found myself face to face with a teacher that I had never seen before. “Yes I have no idea where my teacher is” trying to speak through my tears. I then explained who my teacher was and she grabbed my hand, pulling me through the dense crowd. I leached onto her hand to make sure we didn't get separated. As we walked toward my teacher I did my best to hold back tears so that I didn't seem to suspicious. The teachers exchanged some quick words and then looked back to me, as I tried to look as innocent as

What will I do now? Could this have been my fault? If I cannot go to school, what can I do? None of his thoughts were dark or dangerous, just his trying to comprehend and plan the rest of his life. The cheerful squeals of the other children suddenly transitioned into dead silence, a reflective silence.

Walking out of the classroom, I quickly thought up lies in my head that I could say to cover up all the mischief I caused the past week. But, it was different this time – my principal told me that my sister was in the main office and she would be picking me up early, my mom was at the hospital with my dad, everything would be fine though. I packed up my bag and met my sister in the office; she said something about my mother crying and how serious she sounded. “She’s just overreacting, you know mom,” I said. Nothing could ever happen to my dad, he was my buddy, my superman; he could overcome