Personal Narrative Fiction

Carmen laughs and say. “I just told you why I have to go”, said Carmen. ”Why you treating Carmen like that”, said Brooklyn? This whole conflict turned into something it wasn’t. People who were in the park turned around and started looking and staring, and some even might have pulled out their phones. “ This is not called for”, said Carmen. The general manager over the whole park heard and saw the fuss and went over there to see what was going on. “ What seems to be the problem”, said general manager. “I have finals today, and Miss manager here is making me late”, said Carmen. “First, She was talking to me telling me that she was getting ready to go, so I can take her last hour and Ms. Manager came over to her with a mean look on her face; starting trouble”, said Brooklyn. “School come first Carmen, it’s okay go and take your finals, good luck baby girl”, said general manager. “ And for you manager, stop being mean to your co-workers loosen up a little bit ”, said general manager. Manager rolled her eyes and walked

As I am walking down the hall to Ms.Johnson’s room, I see something different. There is a sub today. I just really hope she isn’t as mean as she looks. When I walk into the classroom I get my folder and go to my assigned seat to start my “do now”. When the teacher walks in she says,”Everyone sit down and don’t make a noise unless you want a step!”

“Goodbye Mrs. Larkins. Have a good day,” I said, replicating the well behaved student she thinks I am.

Meet Melinda, She's is attending her first day of 9th grade at Merryweather High, And it did not go so well. All her old friends don't talk to her. Other students laugh at her. Rachel says she hates her. Melinda really wants to tell everything to Rachel, but she can’t speak. Melinda calls her English teacher Hairwoman, because she hides behind all her hair. Melinda's doesn’t like her Social Studies teacher, she calls him Mr. Neck. Lunch went pretty bad. She didn't have anybody to sit with because all her old friends are mad at her for what she did, then a guy hits Melinda with food and then she ran out of the lunchroom. Mr. Neck makes Melinda stop, and expects an answer but since she can't speak,she gets in trouble. After that, she had Art

teacher: "Hey guys, I'm your [idfk] teacher Ms. [idfk]" // I don't think anyone talks like this teacher: "So hey, you guys are now in 9th grade, how about that?" "(Oh God, I'm gonna have to go through this whole thing 7 more times...)" "(OH GOD, I'M GONNA HAVE TO GO THROUGH THIS WHOLE THING 7 MORE TIMES...!) " (God, they all probably think I'm soo cringey...) *random kid comes in and takes an empty seat, the main character doesn't even notice, contrasts how she thinks everyone would react* "(They probably think I'm weird and ugly

The headmistress no longer had to wonder from where young Miss Charlotte had received her attitude problem. She readjusted herself in her chair and cleared her throat. “At any rate, I’m glad to finally see that Mr. Smith had decided to participate in his children’s education. I see Ms. Tyler fairly often for various offenses, but this is the first time all of your children have been disruptive in the same day,” she directed at Mr. Smith.

We line up for lunch. Mrs. Price thinks thinks everything’s okay after I gave the sweater to Phyllis Lopez, which made me upset, so I yelled at Phyllis, “You ruined my birthday!” Phyllis ignored me, which made me furious, so I step on her foot. Then she did it back to me, and Mrs. Price sees that and we both get in trouble. Mrs. Price give us a warning, but I decided to calm down instead of breaking down again.

Justine said “Ryker, you need to listen and sit down with everyone else.” Ryker threw a salt and pepper shaker at Ms. Justine and ran around the classroom screaming. Ms. Alyssa started to read a book about insects. Ryker ran around the classroom and screamed at Ms. Justine running from her and climbing up on top of the heater. Ms. Alyssa spoke to the children and said “Friends, do you see how Ryker is behaving. What he is doing is not appropriate and we should not act like that.” Robert Thomas climbed up into my lap but, looked at Ryker. I leaned down and said “Our eyes should be on the teacher Robert Thomas.” Ryker screamed again. Manaf, Robert Thomas, Jett, and Lucas turned and looked at Ryker. Ms. Alyssa said “My friends how about I stop reading this book and read one you all know by heart called The Pigeon Needs A Bath!” Lucas, Lucy B., Lucy F. Manaf, Robert Thomas, and Jett said “Yes!” Ms. Alyssa opened the book to the first page and

After we got back to the classroom, Mrs. Price called me up to her desk. “Rachel, I cannot believe you started a food fight in the middle of the cafeteria!” she exclaims. I told her all about Phyllis and Sylvia’s plan to embarrass me, and what Phyllis had said about me.

Waaaaaaaaaaa coming from the hallway, the teachers all came out of there rooms were they were teaching. What happened said Mrs. Perry? I was running and i tripped over my shoes lace. Then there were kids down the hall screaming at each other. What the heck said Ms.

She must be in kindergarten. I thought. She stumbled, and all the papers she was carrying fell. “Watch where you’re going”! She yelled, then bent down to pick up her things. “I’m so sorry”! I cried. Then I bent down too, to help her pick up her things. “I don’t need your help”! She said in a bossy voice. “Go away”! “Well I was just trying to help.” I say softly. For I am a little shy. ‘Whatever”. She says,rolling her eyes. “So,what’s your name”. I say changing the subject. My voice was kind of edgy, for I was getting impatient with this little girl. She was really getting on my nerves. “It’s Taylor.” the girl said sounding annoyed. “Okay my name is Jasmine”. I say in reply. Just then Taylor’s name was called. She rolled her eyes, took a deep breath, and turned to face me. “Well I have to go now… wait, what’s your name? I forgot”. She said in a sarcastic voice. “It’s … ”I started to say shyly. “Oh I remember now, it was loser”! Taylor said,interrupting me. “So if you’ll excuse me, I have much better things to do than hanging out with you”! So bye… LOSER..! She said in one giant breath. I started squirming around uncomfortably,thoughts piling up in my head. Will you please go already? Why are you so mean? Just shut up! Go away! Stop being so rude! I opened my mouth and tried to say something, anything really but I just couldn’t seem to utter a word. I really needed to work on standing up for myself. Taylor started walking away toward the girl who had called her name and I breathed a sigh of relief. But then she turned to me once more. “Oh and one more thing.” she said continuing. “If you ever thought you’d be friends with me, fat chance! No one will be friends with you”! Taylor finished. Okay, deep breath deep breath, it’s okay. Don’t cry. Don’t cry. Don’t cry in front of this girl! I thought She went to a girl who was waiting impatiently and they both walked away

While observing my second five hours, the classroom does not always run smoothly, 2ND grade students may not always see eye to eye. After finishing their math lesson for the day and putting away their materials and getting ready for math, Mrs. Ryan asked three students to please collect their whiteboards from their group and put them back where they belong. As each student did as they were told to do so, a boy placed the whiteboards how he thought they should look. However, a girl walked over with her groups and corrected the way they were. He yelled at the girl and told her to sit down and get away from the boards. She ran away in tears and sat down at her desk. As Mrs. Ryan realized what was happening she took order of her classroom and pulled

It was an ugly day, the birds weren’t tweeting and the sun was frowning even in Florida. Yet today was Friday, but all the 8th graders could think of was the last exam. Except one 8th grader who just wanted to get it over with. It was 5:30 am in Tampa, Florida. And millions of kids were waking up only to take a test then going home again. Most of them started the day with a fake smile. Then they got dressed and brushed their teeth and left for school. Then they heard someone on the bus brag about how much time they put in studying, then they heard the kid who thinks it’s funny because he didn’t study. So if you’re not clowning or barging you’re just a witness type character. And those witnesses are usually followers. If you're not you kind of narrow into the life of Gilberto Marx. She is like all 13 year old girl teens: has a phone as her best friend and has side real friends that she only texts and doesn’t know when she sees them in public. She was embarrassed about her baby sister’s surprise trip to Disney World. And to make matters worse, she has to hold her sister’s hand the whole time. Her mom lectured

I woke to the hot sun beaming down my face. Slugging out of bed I slipped on my zebra slippers and thought “It’s cold in here.” I started toward the shower and said aloud, “this day will be great.” As I stepped out of the shower; a cold breeze left me shivering and as I rushed to get dressed, the phone rang, Missy I stated, “how are you”? Missy responded, “I’m good.” “hey, can you stop by as soon as possible” I agreed and asked, “is everything ok.” She said yes, but in my mind, I knew she had found out about my secret. I finished getting ready with my heart racing and I walked out the door.

In school today, I hoped to go to June T and apologize to her for how I acted. Things looked fine and I could see June T in her desk, ready for the school day. I was walking up to her until I was stopped by 3 kids. The shortest of the 3 had come up to me and sneered, “Well, if it isn’t June the fool.”