Sam's Story Essay: The Paint In High School

Sunshine was pouring out from in between the buildings, casting shadows all around Ponyboy and the gang as they walked to Pony’s school. They were taking their time walking down the streets and for the first time they all were really seeing what was all around them. Memories were surfacing in their minds showing them what it all meant to them. With every step they took on the sidewalk they remembered a different memory as if they were walking down memory lane. Ponyboy didn’t think it was possible for him to be walking down this street for the last time as a high school student, but he had gone through the years with great grades that earned him many scholarships.

Just leaving the library at Fountain Lake High school, the shy new kid Sam is walking down the long busy hallway to his locker amidst the crowd of loud kids. As Sam is going to his locker he is worried that he will be noticed today because he wore brighter clothes than usual. Suddenly he is dragged from his thoughts when someone trips him, and he stumbles into another student before falling face first on the hard white tiled floor. His black-framed glasses fall off, and all of his books and papers scatter across the hallway floor. Sam looks around to find his glasses, but everything is blurry. Unexpectedly, a boy he has never seen before finds his glasses and hands them to Sam. As Sam puts his glasses back on he gets a clear look at

Angie leaped from the bed and went back to the door, in time for Father to descend the stairs. He used the railing and clutched his bottle to his chest as he did so. When he got to the bottom he headed into the kitchen and to the basement. Angie went into the hallway.

The cool morning but apparent good October weather made it feel as if it’d be a good day. The large black man stood smiling and welcomed us with open arms as we walked into the building much before school that day was set to start, and as he motioned us into a conference room he said, “Welcome to St. Xavier High School, please be seated and we’ll start soon once just about everyone gets here.” And after sitting down anywhere we liked, because the Rumpke’s seemed to arrive early at places, waited for the other kids to roll in. Once they had all arrived, Pete and I sat talking

Mr. Mcintosh yelled at them with his booming voice to get back to class. Sam thought he was just trying to get them to go faster, not for any perticular reason though. Sam rushed to his locker and put his backpack away. While doing his locker combo, he was alarmed by the blaring fire alarm he heard all around him. Sam quickly opened his locker and put his stuff away. He slammed his locker and went to find his second period teacher, Mrs. Barrett.

The day for Luca felt like a fresh start, the wind was gradually blowing, giving the small country town life. He had been expelled from his previous school and was about to start at Bay Grove High. Luca stood there blatantly staring at the front gate, with three immense husky breaths he gradually walked into the school grounds. As he stepped into the school, it felt like being a convicted prisoner in a new jail, everything seemed diverse. The bell rang, he got out his school diary to find out where he was required to be. He quickly found where he had to go and saw a group of boys gathered near a small classroom.

Josh woke up to his mom calling him down for breakfast. It was Thursday , which meant he had school, which meant he had to face Woodfork.“Honey,” his mom called, “the bus leaves in five minutes.” Josh threw on some clothes, ran downstairs, ate some breakfast, and ran outside to the bus stop.

When we make it back into the classroom Mrs. Price says, “Everyone get out your homework ,so I can collect it.” I had been absent the day before and I didn’t know that

Holiday is over; Timothy is going to school tomorrow. His face looked worry; his mother gave him a hug and kissed in a cheek. He sighed and looked at his new backpack, sneakers, and jacket. Then he closed his eyes ….

The house was peaceful, not a sound to be heard except for the light hum of the heater in the corner of the dark room. Dylan layed in bed unaware of the jeering sound that was about to overcome the silence. The alarm clock next to his bed reared to life causing a fervorous feeling to set in the pit of his stomach. Rolling over he slammed his hand on the alarm making the room silent once again. Dylan pushed the covers off his body and let out a long clamour as his feet hit the cold wooden floor. After the two week break, he would finally be going back to school.

Luther arrived at home after an exhausting day at school. Always being pushed around and walked over, it's very tiring. He walked past the gray livingroom, down the hallway and into the kitchen. He slowly leaned forward for a soda and drank rapidly. Tomorrow will be better he thought. On his way outside to hang out with his friend. His mom yelled from the living room “make sure you do your homework.”

Dan was distracted as he boarded his bus away from the living hell that was his high school. His first day back from winter holiday was finally over. Even after a whole semester, he still wasn’t sure why he had to be there. He was a mere 8th grader in a sea of high schoolers, only there because his dumb school system didn’t have a middle school. All he could ever think of was getting away. However, he had a few shining lights in the darkness that was his life, and those were his friends.

Soon, only five minutes were left in class and Kenny McCormick hadn’t bothered to show up. Ace thought nothing of it when they first got to class; it was normal for him to be late. It wasn’t usual for him to completely skip the class. He was here today, she at least knew that much. As usual, this morning Craig and her had picked him up. They also had to drive him home, so it wasn’t like him to just not tell him when he was leaving early. Ace hadn’t heard from him since second period, Algebra II. Just as she began to worry that something happened, the short teenager made a loud appearance.

Everything was silent as Margot walked out of the closet. It seemed as if the rain had stopped, but that was only because it had slacked off for a moment. Still going on. She had tears dripping down her face, sobbing, with her head down. Her classmates were upset, but not as much as Margot. She wanted to see the sun so much. Margot tried to make a plan to make the sun come back. She had total confidence in herself that her plan would work. If it didn't she would be as sad as she was now, but for the rest of her life.

Once i was spraypanting my rc car and my brother got in a fight with me so i spray panted him.After i spraypanted him he got mad and fussy with me.my sister was lafing because he looked like a minoin.then my brother punched me.it was a waste of paint.