Later, when I had gotten up to throw the rest of my lunch away—what I didn’t feel like eating that is, which was most of it—I had come back to my table to find a note sitting on my unattended books. It said, GO HOME WITCH!!! and had been written in thick, black marker. When I had read it, I felt a whole ambivalence of emotions begin coursing through me. Part of me wanted to cry and just run away, never to come back to Mount Harrison ever again. Another part of me wanted to kick ass like a proud Southern girl should. I just wished I had the courage to do something like what that Goth girl, Katelyn, did to Donnie Reese yesterday. Walk right up to them at their table and just spit in their faces. I folded up the note and stuffed it inside …show more content…
I didn’t have to look at them to know that. I just knew. I could feel it. So quickly, I tried to calm myself in hopes of regaining my composure, but to no avail. Tears were now streaming from my eyes and I could feel my blood pressure rising as it warmed my face. I could also hear my heart beating in my ears like a bass drum as I tried covering my face with my hands so that nobody could see me, and I them. As I went on with my fit, I bent myself over facing the floor, and after a while of being head down. After I had thought I was going to pop with laughter. I slowly began to regain my …show more content…
“It got me three days worth of detention, but it was worth it. I can’t stand those jerks over there.” She then nodded towards the bitches and their meatheads. “I would take detention every day for the rest of my life if I could just spit in their faces daily.” “Why are they like that?” I asked her beseechingly. “I mean, do they automatically hate you because you dress somewhat differently or something? Kinda like how they hate me for being from the South?” “No,” Katelyn then said flippantly while letting out a little giggle. “They hate me because I’m a witch, and that’s a big no-no in Mount Harrison.” “What?” I asked flabbergasted. “What do you mean, you’re a witch?” “Just what I said. I’m a witch.” “There are no such things as witches,” I responded back to her dismissively. “Sure there are,” Katelyn said, and then she pulled out a pentagram medallion she wore under her shirt as a necklace. It appeared as if made from silver and at its center and on each point it had weird symbols that I couldn’t quite make out. It had instantly made me think of the pentagram I had seen done up in white paint and salt on the basement floor of my grandmother’s house—My
“It’s fine. I get lonely sometimes.” Fay says, his voice is emotionless when he says this. “Some people hate me.”
School was exactly how I had imagined it to be while I was in grade school. I had the privilege of having recess, early lunch hours, and most importantly, naptime! The day I started sixth grade, my whole world seem as if it flipped upside down. I was no longer at the top of the “food chain”, school was way more stressful, and I had, in fact, found new talents within myself.
I am not going to go through everything that has happened, since I have submitted my nine page formal complaint. I am going to give some background information and speak on some things that have recently happened, after my complaint was already submitted.
In Middle School, where we were still growing up as adults, we did not like following the rules. I was in 9th grade. That day the bell rang for our next class and me and my friends did not want to go to our next class right away. We waited outside the room for our next class and chilled and talked. Me and my friends were in class all day and we wanted to let go of some energy. We kept talking and if our teacher came, we would go into the class right away. Our school did not like students to hang out in the hallway because they made too much noise. We did not care, we still chilled outside the class. We talked about new shoes and what we were going to do after school. It was so much fun because I had not seen my friends since 8th grade and it was the
It was a normal school day at Brookhurst Jr. High in 7th Period were my friends and I were talking and waiting for the bell to ring so we could all go home and the school day would be over. Before I left I needed to go to the bike racks to get my skateboard so I could ride it home.
“Lauren Ward was the school's most loved girl, she was a cheerleader, popular, and beautiful. When she was 16 she checked out that book.” he said, pointing to the book, “What most people didn’t know about her was that she worshiped Satan. Outside of school and social events she was extremely odd. She said she read Satan this book to keep him company. One day on her way home from school she got into a car accident. Her parents heard the news and moved right out of that house just up the road”
I lived in Sterling, Illinois, in a decent sized house outside city limits. I never actually attended middle school, as I was home-schooled for sixth, seventh, and eighth grades. During home-school, I got to spend all of my day dealing with my siblings (which is worse than it sounds). If it wasn't my siblings, it was my dad, who I don't really talk to as is. Nothing is the matter between us, I just don't talk much. Most of my time not in school or dealing with my family was spent in video games or exploring a nearby forest. There wasn't much between those two, as I only had two friends I talked to. I worried for the longest time that I would go my middle school AND high school years with only those two friends. I wasn't one that could be described
“She won’t let me dress up as Batman to meet him,” he pouted crossing his arms. “She’s so unfair sometimes. I don’t want to wear that stupid
“Why are you acting so hateful towards me? I thought…we. Well, I never imagined I’d see you again.” Her voice cracked and she had to stop and swallow.
The first name was called and it turned out to be 1 of my friends.
Enter from the left, an undersized, awkwardly slow, roly poly. This is the visual I would use to best describe middle school me. At this peculiar point in my life I was really getting into paintball. One weekend over spring break, me and my friend Wesley go to the paint park. If there was ever a day to go to the paintball park, it was that weekend. The paint park was running a special and the place had more people than the ocean had anchovies. I mean it was like the scene from World War Z where the zombies are making giant mounds of zombie in order to scale the wall surrounding Jerusalem. The official count was thirty seven. It actually was a really bad paint park, I am pretty sure they didn’t even have a bathroom. I only went to it because
“I talked to your mom last night, and I decided to lift your detention. And since you worked so hard I’ll give you 10 extra percent on your lowest grade.”
I remember when I was going to the middle school becoming a seventh grader and on the second day of school, I spotted my first love. Little did I know that he had a girlfriend. I didn’t pay her any attention because of the fact that I liked him so badly. By the way, they were on and off so I wasn’t stun nothing about her. Days were passing and I was watching him like a hawk. I didn’t know his name until one day, his homeboy came to me that morning and said, “my boy poke said wassupp?” I was blushing so hard but I played it off so I wouldn’t just throw myself out there to him. However, I said, “okay” meaning yes. He then walked away going back telling him what I said and that’s when I went to my 1st period class. While I walking there, I was thinking to myself “his nickname is poke.”
It was a crisp fall day in Colorado at my middle school, Lincoln Elementary. The leaves were beginning to change and fall from the trees as it was finally September. I felt them crush under my feet while I traveled up and down the pavement. The school’s recent addition of a new basketball court was a dream come true. I could smell the perfectly marked lines that were freshly painted on the court. My best friend Ryan and I often practiced shooting hoops at recess as we were both starters on our school’s basketball team. On this particular day, we were preparing for our first home game which was the next day. We had such an intense game of one on one that I completely lost track of time and did not hear our teacher blow her whistle to call our class inside.
Sweat drips down my face as I pull the wire cutter closer and closer to the red wire and then BOOM. I fell of my bad to the dirty but soft rug scrambling to my feet I hear the buzzing of my alarm clock. I swear to myself as I hurry and put on my clothes, I scramble out my door to run to the bus. Feeling the cold asphalt beneath my feet i jump on the bus just in time, when i realize my shoes weren't on. Hear the laughter of everyone and I try to hide them but as I'm walking down the row the driver steps on the pedal so hard it flew me to the cold steel back seat I got knocked out. I wake up in the nurse's office I hear the tender voice saying “are you ok?” I get up to my feet and tell her I'm fine and I run to my class. Going from the office