Ness: A Short Story

By eighth grade, I managed to bring her into the group of friends I was in and by that time we had formed a true friendship bond that we knew, or somewhat thought, would last forever. She had become my best friend, the main person I could count on to be there for me through the good and bad times. No matter what anyone would say about us, we stuck by each other’s side. We made the best out of our eighth-grade year. When it was time to get ready for high school, we both decided to apply for Townview Magnet Center. I applied for Business and she applied for Health and Professions. The biggest joy of all was to find out we had both been accepted there and could go together.

I was only two more years older than J and even though we never shared any bonds by blood she always treated me as her own and for that I had always been grateful. J and I had always been thicker than thieves and we confided everything to each other, there were absolute no secrets between us and we had our own pact of loyalty. We functioned better with each other and I think that's why we also seemed to fit together perfectly like a puzzle because we thought so much

Sorry for reaching out to you through Facebook. You probably do not remember me, but I do from school. Actually, we did not take any class together but we shared room in the writing club.

Excuse me, I’m talking to you! Can you please answer my question?” Margie demanded. Margie soon felt annoyed and agitated because of this. The front gate soon opened and all the student poured into the school yard, waiting in front of a tall and broad door. Margie curiously followed the students, and while observing the area, she noticed a great sign with the words “Edison Middle School”. The doors soon opened and all the kids stormed into the building with great excite. They immediately stationed themselves in green metal structures. Which held all their “books”. Margie remembered about what Tommy told her about books. Margie suddenly knew where she was. The word school suddenly appeared in her mind. Margie walked up to another student,where she attempted to talk to the

I fell in love with her at the age of six. Her and I were going to be together forever. When the teacher came up to me and told me how perfect we were each other at the bake sale in second grade, I knew. When I went to fairs to sell cell phone cases with my dad and she was always with me, I knew. As we grew older, the closer we got and the more her and I understood each other. At this point, she had turned into a part of me, it was no longer her and I but rather we. Coming to University of Texas at Austin, has admittedly created a strain on our relationship. I was not sure if our relationship should continue, were we really meant for each other? I did not know her, I did not know how we would change the world, but now I do. This is the story

This summer I reunited with my best friend. We haven’t seen each other since I left to go to New York. We kept in touch as much as we could, but I moved around a lot that it was hard. So, finally I found her again and we had a lot to catch up on and only a day to do it. When I showed up at her house her mom gave me a hug like I was moving away forever. Well, my best friend’s name is Georginna and she is the same age as me. The night she stayed with me we caught up on what happened while we were away from each other, talked about boyfriends, ex’s, and crushes. We also watched scary movies and annoying my brothers. She met my step-dad, Elijah, and Isaiah. We talked about her moving here to go to school with me again, and she

Over this summer we got into our second argument while being in this friendship. The first argument was because she was being stingy with her dolls and would not let me play with them. I took the doll she left over my house and threw it in the mud. We were not friends for 30 minutes. The second argument we got into was this summer. Naya was talking to this boy. I told her she shouldn’t and that he’s no good. She didn’t listen. I just let her make her own decisions when it came to him. As long as she didn’t do the bad thing with him I was good. My boyfriend at the time was cousins with the boy Naya messed with. He told me that Naya and Chank did the bad thing that I did not approve of. This made me mad. So before I went off on her, I asked her if it was true. She lied to me. Me, her best friend, how could she lie to me? I know everything about her. Why would she lie to me? This hurt me to the core. I couldn’t look at her let alone speak to her. Our friendship at that point was over. Ten years of memories gone down the drain. I left Effingham County without even saying good bye. We didn’t talk for the rest of the summer. I couldn’t believe it. We knew it was official because we deleted all of our pictures on Instagram. I felt like it was more of a break-up than our friendship just being

On the first day of school the halls were super crowded. That caused Sage and Joy to swiftly pass each other and bump into one another. As this happened, it seemed like everything had stopped. It was so quiet you could hear a penny drop. The air became foggy and nobody knew what was happening.

The sun rose and everything fell. Another farcical earthquake to commence what I surmised to be another monotonous day.

After beginning his new life, it was an obvious decision for Otto to forget the other one. He held no positive memories about his previous world; at least, no positive memories regarding the people or experiences which originated in that world. In his limited time there, most had disregarded him as a mere copy of an original, and nothing more. Barely even considered a living creature, ’Mother’ created him as a tool; an insignificant commodity she could modify when needed, torture, punish, and then tear to pieces and destroy again.

Painted gray, and with only one light, I was one of the gloomiest rooms that I had seen. On the carpet, there was a rectangle stitched in green tape on the floor, where I would have to sit. By now, I was crying. I lacked knowledge of what I did to make her so agitated. I contemplated things I could do. With the constant thought of going home in the back of my head, I reasoned that because I lived within walking distance and the classrooms, surprisingly now that I look back, lacked doors. The lady that was in the room was almost asleep in her swivel chair. Seizing the opportunity, I left the room and went into the hallway. None of the classrooms had doors, and the exit was down the hall. I made sure that I was not caught by any of the teachers. Everything was falling into place when my kindergarten self had the need to play on the playground, on the other side of the school. My school had 3 playgrounds, but that one was my favorite. In order to go there, I would have to go past my classroom, past the time-out room, and even past all of the other classrooms, all without doors. I walked past Guidance Counselor’s office, and she looked up from her paperwork to find me attempting to stealthily make my way towards the

But not for long. I see Sun, who sits in the back row playing games on his computer, and speaking foul language because he is frustrated for losing in the game. But yet again the teacher doesn’t see so I let that one fly again. But I tell myself that the next bad thing he does is not going to fly by anyone, in fact I will inform the nearest teacher. Three minutes left, the clock ticking, and all of us thinking the same thing. “Why can’t it be recess?” two minutes, one minute, ten seconds, beep, beep, beep. Recess! We all throw our coats on and head out the doors, to not only see Sun, but John graffitiing the school wall. This one can’t pass I tell myself. So I gather my friends, and we all approach the nearest teacher. Mrs. Anderson. So we go up to her, and inform her what was going on. So Mrs. Anderson marched right over to Sun and John, but they took off running. Mind you Mrs. Anderson is very old, and not in the best shape, so she gets Mr. Brown the high school boys football coach, and he takes off

When I visited Texas at the age of 13, I asked my mother for four dollars when I noticed a homeless man on the highway. I didn’t tell her what for, but when we stopped at a stoplight I got the courage to jump out of the car, practically risking my life, and handed this man those four dollars. When I got back in the car they all were screaming and saying I could’ve died, but I was radiant. He had thanked me and blessed me and made me feel more special than anyone ever had. That day was the best I had felt in all my life. I think it was then I decided to take charge of following my dreams. My dream of always having that feeling.

It started as a typical day at Elwood elementary with all the children outside to play a rapid game of tag before the first call to commence the class. Clarissa and her best friend Ann rushed inside as soon as the teacher announced, “All students report to first block”.

Have you ever thought of all the people we meet in our lifetime? I never thought about this until I got back from Europe last summer. People we once didn't know could easily become very close to us.