6:37 a.m. I stand in front of my shuttered bedroom mirror, as the blood slowly trickles its way down my fingers and onto my freshly cleaned, white carpet. Tears begin to roll down from my emerald green eyes down and rest upon my rosy cheeks but it wasn’t from the intense sharp pain I was experiencing in my hand. I lowered my head as my strawberry blonde hair falls over my face, blocking my view from the mirror. It’s another school day and just like the last, I was dreading the very thought of it. I feel my phone vibrate against my leg, so with my dry hand I reach across my body and grab my mobile from my left pocket. “Today’s going to be fun, I promise. Remember no big girls don’t cry :).” This is just another daily reminder from our …show more content…
It’s 30 degrees out today but I would rather overheat then to be seen. I look at the plain blank screen on my phone to have a final check on my black eye before I receive another text. “See you in Chemistry ugly betty.” My name is Beatrice I sighed to myself. I slide my phone into my back pocket and fling the hood over my black hair.
Period One: Physics
Period Two: English
10:30 a.m. It’s official first break and I make a quick dash to the cafeteria to avoid Chase. Chase is one of the school’s most promising sports star so they often hang in the cafeteria if they aren’t on the field. He’s in the swimming team, lacrosse team and is captain of the basketball team. Not to mention he is in other groups like Vinnies, scholarships and the anti-bullying club, which amuses me. I stand impatiently in line tapping my feet in time to the music that the jocks were playing over the school speakers. When I am finally next in line and ready to order I see Chase looking at me from across the room. Our eyes lock and I can feel the hairs on the back of my neck stand straight. I hear faint whispering of someone saying my name. “Beatrice, I don’t have all day what do you want?” I jolt my head quickly towards the cafeteria lady bring my attention back to the food. I just shake my head and walk out and from the corner of my eye I just see Chase laughing.
Period Three: History
Period Four: Chemistry… Great. I go and sit down in my normal
Feeling all those eyes stare at me, I knew that my next few actions were vital to my survival. My sleep deprived state may have been the only thing keeping me from storming out of the bus right then and there. It also dictated my next action. Out of energy and fatigued, I decided it would be best to lay my head back and take a nap. I took the most angry, worried, and defeated nap imaginable on that bus ride to the track meet. Waking up to the gust of freezing wind that filled the bus as the door opened, and seeing the gargantuan football stadium made me realize that I had, in fact, survived the awkward bus ride to the regional meet. As I exited the bus and grabbed my pole, I expected to receive even more awkward stares, but alas, none were given. I concluded, with pole in hand, that if everybody had not forgotten about the incident already, they would once the track meet started. My anger temporarily ceased as we set up our tent. Once the tent was set up and I had put my pole in a safe position, my free hand reached for my phone. As I pulled out my phone and gently placed my thumb on the home button, the screen lit up. “7:25,” the screen said, as if to mock my anxiousness as I drove to
I was in 7th grade and didn't know everything was about to change. My mother wanted to get a job and this meant she wouldn't be able to be my teacher anymore. My parents decided, after three years of homeschooling to send me to public school. This was so it would be easier for my mother to get a job and not have to deal with being our teacher as well, because that would be too stressful. I didn't know very many people and wasn't used to being with large amounts of people for long periods of time. Eventually, I got settled in and started to make friends.
Sweat saturated every crease and contour of my hands as I neared the front of the lunch line. Inch by solemn inch, I crept closer—anxiety overwhelming me. What will they think of me? Will they laugh at me? Before I could muse their possible perceptions, I found myself at the end of the line.
While growing up I only moved once from a quiet and tranquil apartment to a home near a train and friendly neighbors. The move wasn't that drastic due to me being young but I had to start school. School was very startling at first but as the days went on I became a bit more open. My family was a big help in that too because they talked to me about being myself and I shouldn't be shy when around strangers.
Middle school was a very big transition for me. I went from a class of 20 people to a class of 35 people and one classroom to six classrooms! At first I was very anxious because I had been in class with the same people continuously for most of my school life, and now I would barely see those people. Over the past two years of my middle school experience, I have lost friends, made better friends, learned more, matured, and became more independent. Middle school has taught me how to be independent. I had learned that I could not rely on my teacher to remind me that I need to turn in my work, that I needed to figure out my problems myself, and that I needed to ask for help if I need it. I am very grateful that middle school has taught me all
My middle school experience was nothing short of the typical cringe-worthy school pictures, embarrassing fashion ensembles, feisty friendship fallouts, and awkward bodily changes. I nonetheless made the most of my three years in the “big kid wing” of Owensville Community School.
Then, as the last girl passed through, everyone went back to their places. I sucked in a rasped breath as I pushed the red, thick steel lunch room doors. With my hair covering the front of my face like a funeral veil, I examined the hard, smooth marble floors as I shuffled through the sea of shoes until I reached the wall. A hush fell over the crowd as the principal came strolling in. He started giving a speech about the school dance this Friday, yet I drowned him out. Today was January twenty-seventh, Stella’s birthday. I could not hold it in anymore as I sank against the wall, silently letting all the sorrow and despair flow out of me. Two pink sneakers came to rest on the glazed marble floors. “Well, do you not want to join us?” questioned a clipped, sickly sweet voice. Willing myself to raise my head, I slowly brought my eyes up. She was wearing a short checkered skirt with a navy blue collared shirt. I met the girl’s eyes. A shocking electric blue. “Well, are you going to answer me or not?” she asked again. “Um...sure…” I replied, mesmerized by the amount of makeup the girl had on. I felt hands on my shoulders as her crew pulled me to my feet. I stared at the floor the whole time until I reached the designated “popular”
It’s Tuesday morning. It’s the end of summer. It’s the start of school. Ugh, i don't want to get up. The clock said 7:20 i should of woke up at 7:00. I forced myself to get out of bed and went to get ready. What should i wear? Is this too much black? No white, I’m clumsy. Is pink too girly? If i wear wings will it be too try-hard? Straight hair or curly? I put on some jeans and a graphic t-shirt. Then grabbed a waffle and went to the bus stop. The bus comes at 8:01 so i walked all the way up the hill at 7:56. A few minutes later this blonde chick appears at the top of the hill. Nike shorts, nike shoes, Rock Bridge shirt, ponytail, so she’s sporty. She stands two feet away and doesn’t even say hi. Okay so she doesn’t seem friendly. Let’s not talk or look at her. It’s now 8:10 and the bus still isn’t here. My phone is at 75% should i go home really quick and grab my charger? Knowing my luck if I walk away the bus will come. It’s still summer vacation in Danville so there’s no one to text. After standing in front of a stop sign for twenty five minutes the bus finally comes.
On a Monday morning, I was awakened around six o'clock to get dressed. I put on my red button down shirt and my skinny navy blue uniform pants, put my hair into a ponytail and I was ready to go. I went into the kitchen to grab the box of Frosted Flakes and pour it and the milk into my bowl. I ate breakfast at home because school food is horrible and scanty. After I ate my breakfast, I rushed out the door to catch Big Yellow and was on my way to start my day. The bus pulled in front of the Tunica Middle School and everyone got off the bus and went to their first period. Before telling the rest of what happened on this day, I would like to point out a few problems I had. There were many problems that brought me to my decision at the end such as a young immature boy, his girlfriend, and his girl on the side.
When I moved to Cape Girardeau from California to attend SEMO, I knew that I would need a job and that it had to be something simple and part-time. Only a week after moving here, my step-cousin Melissa, the director of the after school program at the St. Mary’s Cathedral, mentioned to me over a family dinner that there was a position open. She then continued by asking me, “Would you be interested? You would work with kids and it’s only from three to six on the weekdays.”
At the end of middle school, I had this idea that there were lockers in the hallway and you would get 15 min in passing to go to your classes. My sisters told me this was wasn’t true , but I believed it because I had seen it on TV. My sister used to talk about the bridge at school; in my head I imagined it to be small wooden bridges dividing the school into 3rd for each program (M, H, and LASI). My sister also told me about a pool on the 5th floor.
I ignored my alarm clock for the umpteenth time and waited until the very last second to get up. I got dressed in my usual jeans and t-shirt and pulled my long brown hair into it’s usual french braid. I glanced at the clock and, as usual, realized I only had three minutes to get to the bus. I darted out of my small house into the warm sunny North Carolina sun, just stopping long enough to grab my usual sesame bagel with cream cheese that my mother laid out for me on the kitchen counter.
Every sunny day I stand up from my annoying clock “BEEP BEEP BEEP”. I turn it off and get ready and hear the clock talking I first think It’s the radio but it’s not. So I came closer to it and it ate everything around even my homework. I thought “what will I say to the teacher”.”She wouldn’t believe me”.
The shrill bell rings throughout Cambridge-Isanti High School at 2:50 p.m. signaling the end of a school day. Among the crowded halls full of students trying to leave as quickly as possible, Rachel leisurely heads to where she plans on meeting her friends: Sadie, Molly, and Payton. With the background noise of lockers opening and closing as well as the people chatting around her, Rachel says goodbye to her classmates and grabs her black and white Under Armour backpack from Mrs.Hennen's prep room as she greets her friends, so they all can go to swimming practice together. “We always have met up there,” Rachel says, “it's a tradition.”
On a sunny summer morning at my house the annoying birds woke me up as always, but this was not an ordinary day. I was going to my friend Bruno's house. His house was just on the other side of Lake Tranquility. There was two weeks of summer left before we had to go back to jail which is also known as school. I was going to go to his house at 11:50 in the morning. I had pancakes with syrup for breakfast, then I got my clothes on and packed a bathing suit in a bag for Bruno’s house, because he has a pool. I watched Netflix and played on my kindle for a while.