My New School

I sat by myself in the second seat behind the bus driver. It had been raining all day and we rambled along slowly, splashing the sides of the bus with dirt and mud, with each puddle we drove through. A large puddle, almost a lake, comes view. We slow down easing toward the pond. “Are we going around?” I shout up at the bus driver. Our driver glances in the mirror at our at anxious faces, and a smile slowly spreads up his face.

Abigail Jay stood in front of the school on the rain drenched steps, rocking on her heels. She was waiting for Jimmy, her uncle to close the shop for ten minutes to come and get. Most of the other students had already left from the campus once the last bell rang, they booked it. Abigail was use to waiting for Jimmy, it wasn’t uncommon for him to be late and if anything she’d be worried if he was on time. Abigail tangled with the pull strings of her hoodie, an excited smile on her face.

The second to last class and I was starting to feel it. This class went by so fast I couldn’t believe it! I was excited, but a little scared for today. I was excited to go see the Upper East Side and see the park of Central Park that I have never seen before, but I was also scared because we were going to Harlem and I heard not so nice things about this neighborhood from my neighbor who is a cop in Harlem, but at the same time I was still excited to see a new neighborhood I have never seen before.

As the days go by, Rita couldn’t stop thinking about the trip. She was stressing about if she was going to get pick, and if she does, who will she pick to go with her?! She was a wreck all morning. Later her boyfriend, Bret Surge, came up to her locker before 6th hour. Hey sweetie, have you decide who you’re going to pick yet?” Bret said. “No, I just need more time to think about it’’ said Rita. “Alright,I hope it’s me, but I’ll see you later bye!” Bret said as he looks into her 3 round eyes and kisses her on her tail. Rita smiled and watch him walk to class.When the minute rock bang on the speakers, she ran to her 6th hour, food discovery.

I can still remember that day... Heart was beating real fast, palms were sweating, stumbling across my words and I honestly felt like the world was coming to an end. Starting over at a new school halfway through the year has got to be every kid’s nightmare. I went from a private to a public school which was the hardest switch of my life.

Tomorrow is my first day of high school as a freshman. Excitement is taking over me! High school is going to be the best four years of my life! ~ Amber Aug. 26th

I spent one semester in public school during my freshman year (2013), where I experienced a great deal of bullying and harassment. The bullying prevented me from having the educational experience and environment I needed, especially while I was struggling with my issues at home as well. Because of these factors, my family made the decision that temporarily homeschooling would be the best for me. Even when I returned to public school, I was not given access to the course load I desired. Repeated attempts were made to enroll in more Honors and AP courses, as well as more dual enrollment classes, but the school administration was not willing to help me pursue my college preparatory path after I returned from home-schooling. However, I view my

“We were headed outside but before I could get out of the classroom I got shoved into the closet. I...I never got to see the sun…..” She trailed off before bursting into tears. The teacher's eyes immediately filled with sympathy for Margo and a thought crossed her mind; however, she immediately dismissed it for it was completely bizarre. Then the thought of this poor girl who was bullied simply because she remembered something that other students couldn’t.

But my mom and aunt assured me that everything will be fine and that kids here are very kind and friendly. Though I wanted to run back to my mom and go home with her, I decided against it and followed the counselor to Ms. Algers’ fourth grade classroom. As soon as I walked in, Ms. Algers’ introduced me to the whole class, and my soon-to-be classmates greeted me with a nod, smile, or “hello’s”. Though everyone was warm, there was this one girl who went above and beyond to make me feel welcomed, her name was Emma. She had blonde hair with glistening blue eyes, loved to play soccer, participated in student body activities, and wore abundant pastel colored shirts. She had prepared a welcome card and a pencil for me on my first day of school. She even introduced me to her friends, showed me around the classroom, sat with me during lunch, and played with me during recess. Her kindness made me feel like I belonged there and helped me get over my fears in a short amount of

All the students collected their bags and began to file out of the classroom. Malik trailed behind not wanting to spend unnecessary time with Clark.he did however have to climb on to the metal contraption they like to call a school bus. Malik scanned the area for the best possible seat and decide sitting behind Alex and Noah would be satisfactory.They were his friends, but they were kind of annoying.Malikimmersed himself in a sketch of the teenage boys attempting to capture the moment they shared as they sat across from each other, smiling widely as they spoke.just as I finished the sketch the bus rocked to a stop causing me to go face first into the seat in front of me.Everyone laughed, although I didn't mind. it was sort of

On her way to school, all she could think about was the dress. The dress seemed to be the center of Kawena’s mind and she could not stopped thinking about it. However, after ten minutes of riding in the car, Kawena finally got to school. She waved goodbye to her mother and then went into school. Inside of the school, there were many students. Some students formed a small group, as well as the name of the group. For instance, “The Cool Kids,” “The Nerds,” “The Singers,” “The Mean Girls,” and so forth. Kawena liked all of the groups except The Mean Girls’ group, which consisted of three girls. Kawena does not like The Mean Girls’ group because of the way they treated others. For instance, The Mean Girls would make fun of other students based on their appearance, intelligent, and talent. Despite of how much Kawena hated the girls, she always saw them at school. In addition, the girls and Kawena were in the same choir's

It was early in the day, when Julie met her friends at the bus stop. They were the first to be picked up, as always, they believed it was because they were girls. 5 very different girls, all-unique in their own ways.

Groaning, I started to climb down the ladder, the cool wood making my feet feel numb. Under me was Alessandra, easily the most annoying and disheveled girl I knew. She was freakishly tall for age eleven, and had stringy blonde hair down to her lower back. Trying to evade her unkempt area and chaotic way of organizing to get dressed, I glanced over at her. To no one’s surprise, she was still asleep. The only person I could think of that was more bothersome than her was Sam. We met at the bus stop on the way here and at first she seemed pretty nice. Then she became clingy. Sam cried over everything. Whether it was not being invited to do something, or not liking what was being served for breakfast, she cried. Sighing loudly, I pulled over a plain grey tank top, leaving my pajama pants on. I could always get dressed after line-up. Per contra, I did not want to look too bedraggled and attempted to tame my curly mess of brown hair. Slipping on my sneakers I wore more like sandals, I was ready to leave. For the people like Sam and Allesandra, they were abruptly awoken and had to leave looking like a trainwreck. Holding back my snicker, me and the rest of Bunk Maple stepped out into the chill morning air of

The air is filled with a sweet aroma as another female student walks by. The perfume is strong and people choke and turn their heads when she walks past them. The sound of noisy flip flops coming down the hallway alerts the boy and he rises to greet his friend. When standing, he is about six feet tall and seems to be well muscled. His friend was of much the same description, only the friend is slightly less muscled and his eyes are the color of the sky on a clear day. Girls leaning against the walls and sitting in the chairs in the hallway, stare at the two young men exiting the building in which they wait. The young men pay no attention and

Nine teenage girls and their leaders crammed on outdated bench seats as the smell of various sack dinners and chocolate filled the borrowed short bus. Vinyl seats cracking, teenage girls laughing and the makeshift radio blasting we followed behind the boys in their SUV to Woodland Park. The brisk March wind rattled the old windows of our little white and blue, borrowed bus. Miles of twisting roads and pine trees that seemed to pierce the low floating clouds lead us to our retreat house. Gravel crunched beneath our tires, hitting the sides of our bus, creating a rumble under our feet as we pulled up the drive.