Rutherford High School: A Short Story

It was the winter of 1993 and I stand there in sleepy, little seaford huddling inside my school blazer against the chill of the air waiting for my bus to take me to school. The sound of train wheels screeching on the tracks drift off in the distance and cigarette smoke engulfs me from a nearby junkie puffing away. Seaford is a quiet suburb on the mornington peninsula, everyone knows each other and everything about each other. Small news for most suburbs is big news for seaford because nothing ever happens in little seaford. My bus drops me off at school, students are rushing to get to there classes and the usual chatter fills the air. I get to my class and take a seat except I can't help notice that today there is more buzz flowing through the air from my classmates, i look around and i can see expressions of fear as well as excitement on their faces. However all i can feel is confusion. What is everyone talking about? The principle makes an announcement over the speaker “most of you are aware of the recent murders in the frankston seaford area, both these murders were very similar which is why the police suspect that there is a serial killer targeting young women. All students must not go home alone and must not walk down the golf links road track unless accompanied by other students” A lump forms in my throat and my mouth goes dry. I feel vulnerable as ever.

I bolted through the clear door of a small, earth-colored high school, practically slamming the door behind me. Catching my breath, I stood in the school completely drenched and shivering. Rain pounded on the clear door behind me. I stood awkwardly on a mat in front of the doorway, trying not to get the floor wet. I gazed around the hall in front of me. I couldn’t see staff in the office, nor were any students in the hallway or in the classrooms. The entire school was empty.

Beep! Beep! Beep! My alarm clock went off at 8 in the morning on a beautiful Friday morning in Brockton. It was kind of hard to believe because Brockton was probably the most destructive city on the planet. Well, at least in my opinion it was. It was the month of May, which meant school is almost over. I was 9 at the time as well. I woke up and jumped right out of bed. I could smell the delicious pancakes being baked in the kitchen by my mother. I ate 2 and then got ready for school. I got dressed, brushed my teeth, washed my face and headed out the door, which was my usual routine every week day morning. I headed to the bus stop and on my way there, I had a bad feeling about something, like as if something were to go wrong, like something really terrible would happen to something. Or even someone. I tried to ignore it and get through this day as soon as possible as usual, but today was not like any other day, for something horrific occurred on this very day.

It was just like any other normal Thursday at HempPasture High School. The school day ended and I was exiting the school into the blistering cold air of mid-january. The bone-chilling wind kissed my cheeks, and hurried my rush into the field house to escape the bitter weather. I let out a sigh of relief as i entered the first set of doors, then began my decent down 2 flights of stairs to the locker room. As i descended, I couldn’t help but notice the eerie emptiness of the usually busy area of the field house. The stairwell was dimly lit, and it only seemed to get darker the more i descended. I finally came to the end of the stairwell and paused to see if i could hear anyone else as I usually would on any normal day, but all i could hear was my own faint breath. I slowly opened the door into

A typical Friday in Mr. Ventos second hour math class at North Shore Middle School is anything but typical. You start out by being greeted by Mr. Vento as you walk into his room. You sit down at your desk and notice the entertaining posters on the walls and many bobble heads above Mr. Ventos desk. Then you start your warm ups. Usually half the class is working while the others talk. The last person to perambulate into the room is always Sergio Osuna, An eighth grade student at North Shore Middle School. You now Sergio is close by because whenever Mr. Vento sees Sergio he vociferates “SERGIOOOOOOOOOO!”. Now that everyone is in the classroom the real work begins.

When I first came to Hickman Elementary School I didn’t know anyone. I was a little afraid

It all started to walk to school. “Let’s go this way” Lucy yelled at her sister. I thought a little not of the path. But the thought of the big black pit bull at the corner. it stood at least 4 ft tall on all four and 8 on its hind paws. As I inched closer it growled louder and louder. Until it pounced at the gate getting his head over the gate. He lunged again, this time making it over I yelled and ran as fast as I could. Lucy ran down the street her sister Hannah ran to the left. I ran back to school crouched and out of breath. I asked my friend John to use his phone he replied “NO”

The year is 2015. There is mass chaos all around the world, politicians are untrusted, everyone is unforgiving, and just a wrong look could end up bad for somebody. Nothing seems to be right in the world. Except for one thing, something is right, something is perfect. The friendship between two young guys in Cedar Falls, Iowa. It is in the winter time and the snow looks beautiful all around. But for them, just a regular tuesday, in school, at Cedar Falls High School.

It was a year after the fight. Everything had returned to normal at Trinity High School. Everything was going good for Jerry, except for he didn’t play football this year because of his teammates targeting him last season.

When most people at East Langford Highschool hear Francis Davis name they will make a face and this face will stay inside of your head. Francis had the worst reputation around school. Nobody could say anything to Francis without their feelings getting hurt from her sharp remarks. As Francis walks out the front door of East Langford High School, she has her two sidekicks by her side- Isabelle and Penelope. These girls didn’t have the best reputation neither. The girls walks to Francis home while sharing a cigarette. “ What are yall trying to get into before the day is over,” asked Penelope? Penelope was always the one trying to do something reckless. “Anything, it doesn’t even matter,” agreed Francis and Isabelle. As the girls approached Francis

My alarm shrieks piercingly through the air, and my eyelids fly open. I carelessly toss my covers aside, and begin my morning routine. Five minutes before my bus arrives I begin to rush out of the house. “Don’t forget I’m picking you up at school early today so we can go to Miami,” my mom reminds me on my way out. “Sure, okay,” I toss back at her and close the door. Just like any other school day, I traveled the day with laughs, semi focusing in classes, and other teenage fanatics. Like in most high schools, when inside the school walls there is this false sense of security that overcomes each student. Most believe that nothing can hurt them, and that nothing will happen. Failing to realize that no one is invincible and things can change at the blink of an eye. As the day proceeds, I approach my least favorite class, Biology. There was never a day that I didn’t complain about how much I hated that class and how I could not wait to leave. But today was different; It wasn’t as dreadful because this would be the period that my mom would pick me up. Fifteen minutes later, I was back to my old ways, whispering “I cannot wait to get out of here!” to my neighbor who felt the same way I did. Finally, I heard over the loud speaker: “Roshonda Bissainthe to the office” and a smile creeped across my

“ Yea, I heard that there’s a nutty negro student became the president of an Americanism Club in Cleveland Central High School. I bet that poor thing didn’t even know what is Americanism.”

“Dear Mr. Silvestre congrats, your son Jerald has been accepted into our humble, Upland High School.We are hosting a welcome ceremony on monday so you can drop off your student an hour early with his things.Also,make sure he is wearing the school’s wristband on campus.They monitor the location of the student for security,since the school is on an island you never know what could happen.”I have so much to do and writing these acceptance letters wasn't something I was enjoying.Setting up the traps for when they get here and prepare for their arrival!I wasn’t lazy,just a major procrastinator.The boss would be mad if I didn’t finish the arrival procedures and I didn’t like the boss being mad.Even thought I was in control I felt like a slave to him despite it all.After I finished setting everything up I ran through everything again.

"Get her out." Lilly hissed as Mary Louise started to pull Elena from the car. They had rode for awhile before reaching the Mystic Falls High School. The school where Elena and her friends never really intended after all the drama that came when being involved with vampires. The last time Elena recalled being there was after Kai Parker captured her and held her hostage.She had went to talk to Damon when Kai cloaked her in a spell that hid them both, then knocked her unconcious. He had used the high school to practice his newly impowered magic. Damon and Jo showed up eventually and rescued her from Kai.

Dylan attends John R. High School. These particular high school kids had a reputation as a really tough school because so many students had bad grades, engaged in fights, and were continuously being suspended. Dylan came from a family that didn’t go to college or anything, so basically Dylan didn’t have anybody to look up to or talk to about school. But one particular day Dylan told himself that he wanted to change, just not for himself but for his family. He wanted to prove that he could achieve his dreams.