Once upon a time, there lived a small young girl. Her name was Nash and she is about to embark on the most daring task any young child will ever have to experience. She is about to attend her first day of High School, at the enchanted school of Quince Orchard. There were rumors about this enchanted school. Some big, some small. However the most known and most questioned rumor was, that the halls had the ability to change their location without anyone noticing. Nobody knew if this rumor was true, except for the attending students and staff of the school. Nash however, was not worried about this. She was confident as could be and prepared for the day she was about to have.
That was all until she stepped into the building. People were frantic. They were
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I’ll be just fine. I suppose we should get going now?”
“Yep, let’s go!” she exclaimed, leading Nash all the way up to their shared advisory.
As they arrived to the classroom, their teacher was standing by their door with a great big smile.
“Good Morning girls! Go ahead and get situated wherever you please.” she said without her smile faltering. The girls did exactly that, and sat right next to each other. One by one students started filling the room, scattering around and in their seats the children began chattering.
That was all interrupted when the advisory teacher walked into the room.
“Good Morning class! Welcome your first day of school. You guys can call me Mrs.Short, you’ll be seeing me every morning for the next three days,” She began, “ Now, i’m sure you guys have many questions, so we’ll just start off with that. Any volunteers?”
Hands shot up to the sky at the question almost everybody had questions. Nash especially had Questions. However, being a quite, quiet person she did not raise her hand.
And so the questions began.
“When do we get our lockers?” One child asked.
“You will be getting them today a few minutes before advisory ends.”
“Can we eat anywhere at lunch?” Another
When students enter a classroom, they will be greeted at the door. This is to allow students the opportunity to have a sense of belonging.
When the children walked into the classroom, they all seemed excited and eager to start their day. Miss Suzy greeted each student with respect and a smile on her face. Every child seemed to know where
“Welcome to Cross Point ladies, I am Mr. Banks, I will be your homeroom and history teacher this year.” He said formally towards them, he then gestured towards the rest of the class, “You may introduce yourselves now.”
“Hello,” the teacher said. The class echoed her monotonously. “I’m Mrs. McEversons. First we’re going to get to know each other.”
I open the door to the school hallway. Inside I hear the chatter of many students at once. There were dozens of people in the area, and I was slightly overwhelmed. This place I have entered is what I wold come to know as Quest Middle School, one of the most stressful, but interesting two years I have had in a long time.
“The sun is rising we need to leave soon,” Terra said. Her sisters nodded and continued to get ready to
You nodded slowly and she clapped her hands "Good!" she said with enthusiasm before jumping back into her chair.
"Here," Rose stood up from the bench she was sitting on, "You can have my seat." Victoria nodded a thank you as Alice helped guide her to the bench.
More students started drizzling into the empty halls, the voices getting louder. Hearing laughter throughout the halls as groups of students gathered in circles
"Ok ok! I'm coming." Giotto chuckled as he made his way to his seat beside her daughter.
Upon their departure from the parking lot and their advancement towards the building, a quite sizable gathering broke the panorama of the quiet courtyard. Teenagers surrounded the entrance of the dreary, timeworn school, in addition, a choir of voices became increasingly obstreperous as the siblings reached the crowd. The chaos continued after the pair fused into the crowd, even when the Principal, Mr. Brandt, attempted to calm the horde of students.
Are you okay?” Her normally quiet voice bounced around underneath, but there was no answer.
If you all don’t know who I am, my name is Jeff, and I’ll be your sectional teacher for today, so let’s get cracking! What should we start with?”
I walked into Mrs. Steckity’s classroom on the first day of preschool. There was other kids running around playing and yelling.
“Area Technical School... huh.” I mumble under my breath, staring wide-eyed at the building. Not knowing what else to do, I slowly look around at the other bustling students entering the building, I follow. Passing through the front doors I start to fidget, not knowing anything except that the class officially starts today. Heading towards the office near the front door I didn’t realize how wrong I was. After