Personal Narrative-Tyson's Rebellion

“No I am perfectly fine thanks. But really I was in the upstairs room of the building you know and there was a mirror and a monster and…”

The students all took a practice test and only thirty-three percent of the students have passed and the states minimum average is seventy-five percent. Throughout the school year, the students work effortlessly with Mr. Clark along with their school teachers prepare for the real test. Mr. Clark’s crazy and wild antics start to get to the students and they begin to respect him even more for it. They begin to see that he is only doing this with all of their best interests in mind. One of the students who was expelled’s mother complained about the way Mr. Clark ran things at his school and got the mayor involved. After Mr. Clark is found with the chains on the door, which is illegal and a fire safety hazard, and was arrested. All of the students came down to the Board of Education in Paterson and basically protested and ranted on how they wanted Mr. Clark to be released and return to his duties as principal. Eastside High’s assistant principal Mrs. Barrett claims that Mr. Clark was not the right choice to serve as principal of Eastside. But the students all say in rebuttal how Mr. Clark cares for them like no other and how he has done so much good for them that they will not accept anyone besides Mr. Clark. Soon after, Mr. Clark was released and good news was received. More than enough students

"You alright man? You were out for almost a week, and you were screaming in your sleep. Do you usually have night terrors like that? Or are you just traumatised from... Whatever the hell they did to you?" I managed to creak out a single word at last.

The school had always been there on the hill to the west of the town known as Arralen. It had been abandoned around 17 years ago. Occasionally teens would go up there for parties or such, but other than that it was never visited and the whole town basically forgot about it. But recently people have been found around the school, guts spewing over their dead carcass, toes bitten off at the core and the smell of sewer rats circulating through the air. Most of their faces had been mangled from what seemed to be claws and their toes...gone. These discoveries shot shock through the small village of Arralen, making this old forgotten school the center of attention.

“I had a dream, a dream of the past,” he said breathing loudly. “I betrayed them, I betrayed them all . I watch my mom and sister starved by the party without saying a word.”

This street, quiet and empty the night before, turns into a bustling, crowded street, overnight. As I cross the street, the 3 large brick and academic buildings catch my eye. On the far left is McCleary Student Center. It’s large shiny front glass window glistens in the sunlight, reflecting the image of the landscaping just outside. Outside, luscious green bushes and prestigiously maintained grass connect the ever-so-modern campus with the wonders of nature. Directly inside, Price Auditorium, with its grand jet black stage, and maroon upholstered stadium seating, acts as a central meeting spot for the school, and brings together the Severn community on a daily basis. In the time I've been in high school, the spectacle which is Price Auditorium, seems so much more important. It is here in which intriguing ideas are shared, and paramount issues are thoroughly discussed. As I exit price, I follow the scent of hot food up the speckled tile stairs leading up to to the cafeteria. Inside, I can pinpoint the table I always sat at in middle school, with a refreshing view out the back window, where you can catch a glimpse of the river, just beyond the tree line. The cafeteria seems almost like a restaurant, with many unique dishes to chose from. The cafeteria satisfies hunger, while the rest of the 3 academic

As I step into the oversized building, I freeze in my tracks. I start to feel dizzy. I recognize this immediately as the courthouse I was in this summer, in Oconto County. This was the same lobby, I remember passing through it. I suddenly realize how long I’ve been standing there, and almost have to run to catch up with my class. When I catch up, my class is beginning to enter a courtroom, the same courtroom. I continue into the room with the class, and see the judge that I saw this summer. I already know, of course, that his name is Michael Judge, the main judge of this courthouse. He looks me straight in the eye, before turning back to the class. Indeed, he must remember what I said, before I had left this courtroom that day.

I fluttered my eyes open. Today would be a new day full of opportunities and chances to make it a great,what could go wrong.Then I remembered. I remembered what would happen that day. I had a hard time getting to sleep that night. Tossing, and turning with thoughts whipping and circling through my head.I drew a stiff bre My eyes filled with tears, and my body jerked with anger. Why? Why today? I thought. I threw my head into my pillows and stayed there for what I thought was forever.

For my sophomore year, I was blessed with one of the best English teachers at our school, Mr. Granger. From the first day of class I knew that Mr. Granger represented everything I wanted to become in the future, and I made sure to tell him. Soon enough, snacks, lunches, and hours after school were spent in his classroom chatting with him or just enjoying his and the presence of the few other students that loved to be in Room 220. Mr. Granger was the everyman: a friend, a brother, a teacher, and a trusted adult, and in many ways Room 220 was a safe haven and home.

“Yeah this morning he screamed and said there was a monster in his closet. It scared me out of my skin. Well I suppose he’ll just grow out of it, right?” She asked him, biting her lip

Cornered, Terrified, and feeling the despair of the situation creeping in, I was numb. Staring at Drew and trying to grasp the situation, a flash of rage overpowers my anguish as I suddenly have a flashback of Drew welcoming me into the squad with open arms. The warmth of that time would be heaven compared to this agonizing heat and sand blasting into my face. Now though, here he is in my arms, with his pulse slowly fading. I get snapped out of it by gunshots followed by hoarse screams. We were being subdued, I had to think fast. My heart was racing out of my chest, wanting to escape this hell but my eyes scanned the situation. For a split second, everything seemed to be in slow motion and I sensed danger and instinctively ducked. Something grazed my hair, I look up to see a bullet zoom on by. With nowhere to run and location found out, I had to plant my feet and fight.

We walked into the prison to see a dark entrance . we then went through a door that took us into a hallway . Mr.Kirwin then stopped to show me

Shawn Torrent was sitting in his math class at Palm beach k-12 school, he looked up from his work to see that his teacher, Mrs. Clarke, was no longer writing a problem on the board, or even in the classroom. Shawn looked around the room, as a few other students started to realize that she wasn’t there. Some of the kids from Shawn’s class, including his best friend Cody Mitchell, stood up and walked to the hallway. Shawn followed everyone into the hallway, where he noticed kids from other classes had done the same. He had asked multiple people what was going on, but got no response from anyone. Then Shawn looked down the hallway and saw Alana Morrison come out of her advanced algebra class. He had always liked Alana, but they had never really

Norman took a deep breath. It hadn't been easy, coming to terms with himself, but he figured it out. The only person he had told was Neil, his theatre friends, Coraline, and his sister, but now he was sitting in front of the computer with cold feet. "You can do it Norman! I believe in you," Neil roughly punched Norman on the shoulder. He let out a groan.

Several years ago, when I was five years-old, I watched the movie The Karate Kid (1984) starring Ralph Macchio as the bullied teen who comes out of his shell, having mastered a form of martial arts. At that tender age, I was impressed by the fact that such a mousy adolescent came out of his shell in such an impacting way. Mr. Miyagi (played by Pat Morita) was especially impressive with his quiet demeanor and extraordinary martial arts skills. The movie was a bit old-fashioned, but I loved it! Although I was never bullied, I knew that I wanted to be just like Daniel Larusso, the character that Ralph Macchio played: strong and disciplined. So when the chance came along to join a martial arts class came along, I grabbed it. I started taking classes