Original Writing : Carroll Pika

When I was 8 years old, the thoughts running through my mind should have been like any other 8 year old girl: going home to play my brand new Nintendo DS or playing house with my little sister. Reality was, I wasn’t a normal little girl. I was the girl whose life got turned upside down in a matter of minutes. No matter how much anyone tried to tell me, I knew a normal 8 year olds life didn’t include being surrounded by doctors 24/7.

“Why does the mailbox have to be so far?” Zuri thinks to herself as she turns the corner of North Broadview Avenue and Red Wood Road. As she rounds the corner she looks up only in time to see a white Lincoln town car barreling towards her and barely manages to jump backwards as it screeches to a stop right where she had been standing a few second ago. A tall, young black man hops out of the car and walks over to Zuri asking “Are you all right?” as he reaches out his hand to help her up. “Yeah I think so.” She replies as she gets up and dust herself off and looks around for her keys. “What you looking for?” the young man asks. “My keys I lost them when I jumped out of the way” she tells the young man as she continues to search for the keys.

into the school through the windows due to the lock system. He then proceeded to murder twenty

So they decide to go to class without a pass and try to get in the class. When they were in the hallway the lights began to go off and on. They were confused Mr.Jessup began to walk in the hallway while it was happening. Alex then ask “what's happening to the light”. He responds by saying “nothing is happening stop wasting my time”. He then starts to walk off to his office.

When he arrived at the school, he saw Alex and his friend playing football in front of the school. Alex saw Edgar and threw the ball at him and hit him right smack in the face. The ball fell to the ground. Edgar grabbed the ball and threw the ball to the other side of the school yard. Alex turned around just in time to dodge a punch from Edgar aimed at his face. A teacher came out of the school and Alex saw the teacher and ran before the teacher could see them. The teacher called for Edgar and all the straggling students to come inside.

This story mainly started on a busy day when Charlie’s dad was late to work. Charlie had to go to school and his dad had to take him to the school bus. They both rushed in the morning. Charlie’s dad dropped Charlie to the school bus and Charlie went to school

She nearly slide out of her seat when the car came to a stop, she lifted her head and looked at the male. “Worn someone when you are going to break the car so damn sudden.” She shouted at him. “I could have been killed.” She rolled her eyes. She knew she really wasn’t going to die but she could get badly hurt. “Why did you stop anyways we aren’t…” She turned her head to look out the window, she cocked her head to the side. She arched her brow a little. “Now that’s something you don’t see every day.” She spoke aloud so every in the car could hear

Upon entering the classroom, Shawn stopped at the door and asked Mr. Brownsberger, “Isn’t today the day there’s some type of observation?” “Yes, that’s her,” Mr. Brownsberger replied as he pointed to the observer. Shawn went to his seat, looked at the observer then pulled his binder, pencil and phone charger out of his backpack. He looked at the slide displayed on the board then at the observer and began to write. “Get this chart in your notes,” Mr. Brownsberger instructed the students. “What do you call a cow who just gave birth,” asked Mr. Brownsberger. Shawn looked up at Mr. Brownsberger and replied, “Decaf.” “Raise your hand,” Mr. Brownsberger instructed. Shawn raised his hand and said, “Decaf.” “Decaffeinated; good job Shawn,” Mr. Brownsberger said. “What were the three isims from World War 1? Everybody look up here, we have new vocabulary words,” Mr. Brownsberger said. Shawn stopped writing and looked up at the board. As Mr. Brownsberger discussed the new words, Shawn put his hoodie on

Sitting in the waiting room at the doctor’s office, 7-year-old me swung my feet back and forth under the generic, time-worn furniture and anxiously wrung my sweaty palms. I’d been to the doctor’s before, but with each returning yearly visit the dread that sunk to the bottom of my gut never shrunk. “Jillianne Carrasco?” The nurse called. My stomach turned. I began to shoot my mother a pleading look, but she wasted no time in grabbing my hand and leading me to the smiling nurse waiting at the door, and we both followed her through the pasty white halls to a customary exam room. The nurse closed the door behind us and asked me to take a seat on the crinkly tissue paper cot. She smiled warmly, likely taking note of my nervous breathing and shaky hands.

William continued walking until he arrived at the crime scene. In his mind he tried to picture what had happened, but it was just too much for him. His thoughts were interrupted when a man, "Driving a 2005 Chrysler 300 jumped a curb and collided with," (seven 1) a young woman who was crossing the road. Everything happened so quickly that William had no time to react. The vehicle continued driving even after it hit the woman. William saw the woman lying on the road and rushed to help her. The woman stood up with William's help. As she assured him she was okay and that everything was fine, she fainted in William's arms. William stood there confused, not knowing what to do with the beautiful stranger who had just fainted in his arms. The nearest hospital was located in the next village which was about twenty miles away. He decided that he would take her to his hotel room and take care of her

Sam walked into his classroom, sighed, then picked up his bag. When he grabbed his bag a wadded up piece of paper fell out. Sam keeps his bag organized so he figures someone put it in his backpack while he was out. He puts the crumpled piece of paper back into his denim blue bag and decides to read it at lunch. He quickly walks

The night was black, blacker than the charred remains of the students who were unlucky enough to be sent to The Mills. The other children were cowering in the classrooms, hiding under anything they could fit themselves in. From the hallways the only sound you could hear was the occasional loud cry of a child who was caught by the instructors. Every child that they find was sent straight to The Mills, and everybody knows… If you get sent to the Mills, you’re not coming back. Every room in the building was filled with nothing but students trying to hide, while the instructors roamed around looking for them, but there were a few instructors who didn’t participate in the torment. There were three of them who were trying to end the madness, and

During the summer of my sophomore year, I spent several days working for my father’s friend, sweating in the scorching sun and building up thick, rough calluses on my hands. Jack Prince was a strong minded, grey haired, retired chemical engineer. He owned a beautiful blue house in a quaint neighborhood in Green, Ohio where he lived with his wife, Barb. When he turned 40, Mr. Prince was diagnosed with a form of ALS, eventually debilitating him to only using a scooter to get around his house during warm summer days. Because of his condition, he needed help to work on projects that he was not able to do by himself around his house. I invested numerous hours that summer organizing his small work shop in the back yard, painting his stained

After the day, he went back to his dorm and studied how everyone who had ever rebelled got punished, and he noticed a pattern, whenever someone smart tried, they would be put into solitary confinement. Whenever someone not as smart rebelled, they took him or her to jail. He then stayed up for the next 4 hours to make up a plan, he was worried that it wouldn’t be as good as he imagined because he was really tired, but he decided to look it over in the morning to make sure everything was

As Karen, the author of Harold’s story was walking to her office some apples fell from a cart, rolled across the road and to her feet, narrowly missing a bus. It was there that she thought of killing Harold in a bus crash. Moments before his death, Harold stepped away from sidewalk and onto the road to save the child from getting run over the bus. He threw his apple on the ground and pushed the boy out of the way, consequently putting himself in front of the bus.