My Last Day At School

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"SURPRISE!!!" My mom shrieked as I was walking into the front doors of my home. It was a late summer afternoon of June 12, 2011. I had just arrived home from my last day of school.

8th grade: I learned taking things for granted was a bad idea. On December 17, 2011, my mom was celebrating an early Christmas party with her friends in San Mateo, California. Around 1:30 in the morning, she headed to the bathroom and that’s when her life changed. She lost feeling in her body and her face looked drowsy. She luckily ran out the bathroom yelling for help, then passed out seconds later. The ambulance came in a matter of minutes. I woke up that morning, the house was silent as a library. I said “Good morning Beary” to my hamster, Chewy. There was a sense of sobbing in the kitchen, it was my Lola. “What’s wrong?” as I asked. She responds “Your mom is in the hospital and she had a stroke”. I broke down in tears like the Niagara Waterfalls. My lolo told us that my mom would have her surgery at Stanford Hospital since Mills Peninsula couldn’t take the procedure.

There standing there after saying “hi” in my cracky teenage voice she said “hi, what's your name” After waiting a few moments, “Walter, how about yours” Sticking her head out of her locker “Rosemary” After saying “well I better get to first period” Rosemary saying “ Okay see you around”. Sitting there inside first period thinking and wondering how she ended up in a small town like Frankton. During first period some kid figured out that she had transferred from Lapel because she moved into her grandparents. He also said the reason she moved in with her Grandparents is because her parents had blocked her out of their lives because they were addicted to drugs and alcohol. We didn’t talk to each other that much, when we passed each other

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.

After throwing on my book bag I headed to school. It's a short drive since I live right in front of the school. I'm not sure if that's a good or bad thing. The cold air stung my face and as I breathed, the frigid air escaped like smoke. I started up my old, beat-up car and prepared to go to the place I hated most. I glared at the stop sign and rolled to a stop, feeling my heart clench as a thousand memories tore into me. Every day, she would wait there for me, the sweetest smile on her face. With her absence, the frozen over stop sign mocked me for my stupidity. Shaking my head, I continued

Nearing the end of the school year is when unfortunate set of events took place. Spring break had just ended. The school season was almost over with summer vacation lurking right around the corner. I was overwhelmed with excitement, I had spent an entire week deprived of the place and friend I favored most. That morning I ate my breakfast so fast I practically choked. I walked onto my bus with the biggest grin on my face and as I entered the double-doors with an extra spring in my walk-skip step. I entered the classroom early enough to greet my beloved Cindy. Only to my disappointment, her desk was empty. Unaltered, I walked over to my desk ready to begin my day. Just as the announcements that signal the start of school began out of the corner of my eye I caught Cindy walking in I waved to her and received no response. I did not catch the red flag, perhaps she did not see me I thought and continued on with my day. Although I tried motioning towards Cindy with no prevail I was not fazed by it. Writing, math, and science preoccupied mind throughout that morning.

Yay one more week until school starts. Lus and I loved to play pretend and one game that we tended to play often was ‘School’, being the teacher and assign work. Today we were coloring and because I was a cool teacher, I did the assignments as well. Commencing my next coloring page, I noticed that a man wearing a black sweater and blue jeans, had suddenly come running up behind our neighbor’s car, which was parked in front of our house. Beginning to point to him, to tell Lus we suddenly look up to the sound of a helicopter. Then we heared the sirens of approaching cop cars pierce our ears, and our eyes met, bugging out.

Beep! Beep! Beep! My alarm went off. “Ugh,” I sighed in grief. Why did it have to be the end of the summer. The the time of year when I had to go back to the place I dreaded most in life, school. Everybody was always picking on me and all. After I got out of my deep thoughts, I went downstairs and ate my breakfast. Then, when I finished eating I went upstairs to do my morning routine. While I was doing my hair in the bathroom, I heard a knock at the door. Who could be knocking at the door this early in the morning, I asked myself. Then when I opened the door, my best friend, Layla embraced me with a warm hug. “Hey! Are you ready for school,” she said ecstatically. Oh I forgot to mention that me and Layla have known each other since 2nd grade, so we always do stuff together, including

The wind was howling like a werewolf on a full moon day. Goosebumps formed on my arm as if I was watching a horror movie. I could barely see the person right next to me, we all kept dancing, hitting each other several times. But, all of this was still better than that crummy, old Miller gym. My friends’ mom walked up to my teacher just as our dance was to finish up. She whispered into my teacher's ear and as she did so her face lost some color. My friends and I all had quizzical looks on our faces as my teacher led us into the gym. I looked up at the clock, the time was 7:45 and the date was 4/10/17. My teacher never let us out 15 minutes early, but today she did and to my surprise all of the parents were eagerly waiting outside.

I remember when I was 10 years old my last week of 4th grade. Supposed to be the most exciting week of school as long as you were a good kid. Collin, Ethan, Jayden, and I were always the obnoxious ones. I remember we were the kids who always hung out with each other, never left each other's sides. We were like brothers and everyone knew this. We always tried to impress each other no matter the consequences. It was always a friendly competition between us. However, for some strange reason our last week of 4th grade was one we'll never forget.

An excuse is a reason or explanation put forward to defend or justify a fault or offense. Some excuses are the truth, but some are lies. On my last day of high school, I was driving my mom’s new vehicle to school. At the parking lot, I was trying to back the car up and adjusting my parking. But I ended up hitting an electricity box by accident when I was backing the car. I looked in the back camera before I’m backing up, however, I did not pay close attention to my left side, right side, and rearview mirrors. While in the process of backing up, at first, I thought this time it would go smooth. But as soon as I have that thought, I heard “boom.” That noise is unforgettable. At that point, I lost my mind. After I had adjusted the parking, I’m walking to the back to check it out. Those seconds of walking are genuinely hefty. I’m speechless, the dent on the car was very obvious. Various ideas have flow through my mind about how I should handle this situation. This matter ruined my excitement about my last day of high school. I decided to tell my mom that I damaged her car by hitting an electricity box because the back camera shows nothing and I had just had got my license for about a month.

Floodlights sliced through the darkness and the beams of light burst into the moonless night while stars sparkle like diamonds. i feel the gust of wind blowing my hair and the crisp, earthy aroma of fall fill my senses. Here i am standing on the sideline listening to the sound of my pom poms moving in the wind. i am not physically alone but mentally there is no one in sight. Sometimes while i am on the field i put myself in a place to think as if there is no one around. Certain thoughts and questions come up in my mind such as, What will i be when i am older? What career am i going to pursue? Will this one of the few last moments i will have of high school? Truth be told i have no idea what the future holds for me.

One of those summer nights with your friends when you just want to go out and have the time of your life , yea this was the night. I started off the day with excitement knowing it was the last day of junior year of highschool and how great this summer was going to be but the mood was just off it didnt seem like the last day of school.I got home from school and was just so relived i had no more work to worry about and i can just enjoy my days relaxing and hanging out with my friends. For weeks now my friends have been wanting to plan a trip or a one day trip or something exciting to get us away from our boring lives. A couple of ideas were stirring around like going camping for a night in a tent in the moutains in Pennsylavannia or traveling down to Boston for the weekend to go to Fenway to watch the Redsox but couldnt decided. We got together to figure it out at my friends house Dominic ,who lived in the ghetto with a bunch of siblings that never left anybody alone when Dominic had people come over. But his parents were the only ones that didnt mind all four of us coming over . But anyways deciding it took awhile it felt like all night, my two friends jake and cole who were both cheap and didnt like spening any money what so ever wanted to go camping in a tent because it would hardly cost us anything and me and dominic wanted to go to fenway because we never have been there before and it would be a good expiernece. Dominic and I just decided to camping for the night in

The sun was shining slightly through the thick fog, and as I walked out the front door I could distinctly smell the diesel fuels coming from the silver truck. While I waited on my little sister to finish her breakfast, I packed both of our backpacks and lunchboxes into the backseat of the truck. I hopped in the front seat and asked to play on Brian’s, our close family friend who took us to school, phone until my sister was done eating her breakfast. He always let me play Angry Birds before we left for school. As soon as I was about to defeat the big green pig with the fast yellow bird, my sister came and knocked on my side of the truck. Brian took the phone back and told me to help her get in. Finally, on our way to school, I noticed the leaves piling up everywhere, which showcased the growing number of naked trees. I closed my eyes falling steadily back to sleep, imagining what it would be like to not have school today.