Short Story: A Day At Friendswood Junior High School

One day in Lindley Middle School there were two girls in Mr. Foreman’s classroom and their names were Anazia Maisonet-Snell and Lanecia Hayward. So as they were just sitting in class doing their work Lanecia decided she was going to take Anazia’s pencil case because her pencil broke and when Anazia saw Lanecia took her pencil case Anazia said, “Give me back my pencil case” and Lanecia didn’t which made Anazia very upset. Then Anazia got louder because she knew that that would make Lanecia give back her pencil case. Since Lanecia gave Anazia back her pencil case Lanecia didn’t bother trying to take it again.

I turned and Chad was standing there. Chad said “I warned you, you cotton piker.” I naturally backed off because it was not worth fighting about. From that point on everyone considered me the “Wimp who can not stand up for himself.” For the rest of the year my life was a living hell. The only time anyone talked to me is when someone would make a racist comment. Half way through the soccer season I had to quit because I was treated like an outcast from my fellow members and the coach. Later on the year a kid named Matt Flyn made a racial comment. I was in such a bad mood so I punched him in the face. The fight was broken up right away, and we were both sent to the principal ‘s office. When we got there, I was the one that was punished and Matt was left off with no punishment. I found out later that week that the principal was racist against Hispanics. I had no idea what to do, so I just left it and told no one Both my parents and the school guidance counselor noticed that I was having some problems. I refused to tell anyone what was matter with me, and told everyone to just leave me alone. That was first time I felt worthless thing in the world. Just because I dated a white girl, and because I was Mexican they demoralized to me. About month a later, I looked at everyone that picked on me. I noticed that the kids. I went to school with were never taught what discrimination can do to someone, mentally and physically. In the world today, there are a variety of

When I was in the second grade we had a new student in our class named Yvonne. Yvonne had recently arrived from Haiti and knew very little English. Due to the fact that she didn’t understand English a whole lot, the other kids in my class thought it would be funny to call her names and bully her. One day we were at electives. Our class was divided into two, some going to Dance others going to Drama. The doors were across from each other so we could see what was happening. I was in Dance, as well as Yvonne. We were practicing our routine for Ciara’s “1, 2 step”. Yvonne was quick to pick up the dance and was amazing at it, which I think made the other kids in our class resent her. Our instructor dismissed us 5 minutes early to pack up our things. I quickly went to my corner and grabbed my backpack. When I looked up I saw a bunch of girls surrounding Yvonne. I remember hearing them calling her names like ‘ugly’ and ‘loser’. I noticed that no one moved to defend her. One of the girls actually pushed her to the ground and took her backpack dumping all her things on the floor; that’s when I acted. I pushed my way through the girls and placed myself in front of Yvonne. I grabbed her backpack out of the girl’s hand pushed her and called her a ‘mean witch for making fun of Yvonne’. I also told the other girls that if they messed with Yvonne, they would have to

There is a school in Rhode Island called Opequonsett High. It is full of jocks, mean girls, and popular kids. Hidden deep inside of the crowd are what you might call the outfitters. Vice Principal Mr. Brenigan wants anything BUT outfitters! The kids who did not fit in were usually the ones who got into trouble. Stella got in trouble for wearing an inappropriate shirt. Wen got in trouble for using bad words in class and Mo got in trouble for skipping class and behaving badly. They all got in big trouble for what they did. While they were in detention, a catchy song started playing. Wen started tapping his foot to the beat, then Stella started tapping on the desk. Finally Mo began humming along. They sounded

One Thursday morning when I was in the school with my friend two boys were picking on me and my friend it happen on the bus and the hallway. That made me and my friend upset me and my friend goes to Arnall Middle School. it happen 1 week ago. What happened was two boys were picking on us so we told them to stop. But they keep going so we told the teacher. So he was talking to them out of the classroom door. So they can have a conversation about bullying.

In the second grade I was sitting down in my class. It was on a Tuesday evening when we were doing math independently. I took out of my backpack, found four pencils and placed them on my desk. Then I started working on my assignment. A boy name William went up to my desk and said “Brandie, those are my pencils so give them to me”. Brandie said “No, these aren't your pencils I bought them from home “Then William punched me in the face for not giving him the pencils. I was mad and cried because I wanted hit him back but my parent would have been mad at me if I reacted the same, so I told the teacher what happened.

“Wyandotte High School,” Mrs. Marilyn said. We were next. My anxiety screaming “you have to get up and do stuff or you’ll fail in life.” I got up from my seat and headed to the stage. My heart was racing loudly that I was afraid that everyone would hear it. My hands dripped with sweat. I kept taking deep breaths to calm myself. I felt the spotlight following my every move.

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.

Cadenza walked the halls of Garden Grove High School quickly and quietly, taking soft steps and not looking up. You had to be careful when you were something like her. All through her family tree, from her great great great great great grandmother to as recent as her mom, her ancestors had been cursed with this gift. Every time, they had tried to help the people. Every time, they had been burned alive. But she had something special. Something, she thought, other witches didn’t have.

If you knew anything about Penelope Wood you wouldn’t expect her to be lying dead on the cold cement just meters away from the last incident, and yes this isn’t the first time someone has “committed suicide” at Middle Park High. I find it absurd that anyone would ever think she would purposely climb to the top of the science block and jump, like what makes those stupid cops think it was a suicide? Not to mention only the teachers had keys to the stairs after what Thomas did. Something like this would never have crossed her mind and I most definitely know this because she was my friend, not just because she was the only one who stuck by when everyone else harassed me after my Mother made me cut my hair like a boy but because we were almost the

It all started at Wachter Middle School in Mr. Puffe’s classroom. Paige, Emma, Carli, Tessa, and Macie were in Mr.Puffe’s classroom working on a project they had to finish. Emma and Tessa were doing all the science stuff while Paige, Carli, and Macie were just talking about what they should mix together to make a different creature. They thought of maybe doing like a zebra and a panda or an elephant and a giraffe or should we do a giraffe, elephant, zebra. They couldn’t figure out what to do so they ask Emma and Tessa what the should do.

I still remember one of the first times I got into trouble at school. I was in the 4th grade, Mrs. Babinecs class and one day, I was messing around during classwith my best friend. We were always laughing and talking together in school and we still do the same today. Luckily, our assigned seats were right next to each other, which for us, was a miracle. We were learning something new in math and we were super bored so we started talking to each other and some others around us. Our teacher told us to stop and be quiet but we didn't care or listen. I remember her saying,

Melba stood at the sixteenth street entrance of Central High School, but she was somewhere else. She wasn’t paying attention so she was vulnerable to making big mistakes. she wasn’t keeping her guard up and in the distance, Andy was yelling her name and coming after her with his gang. He was getting closer and there wasn’t anywhere for Melba to run because the boys would outrun her. A blond haired white boy whispered to her that he was going to help her. Link said he was going to call her mean names like the rest of the boys, but he was going to give her his keys to his car so she can get away.

My school bell rang, signaling that another day of school was over. I left my classroom and said goodbye to my friends while I walked to my bus. I got on the school bus that was filled with musty air and body odor, along with the underlying tone of Axe Body Spray. Kids filled the bus front to back. In the back is where roughhousing occurred, and in the front was order as usual. I sat in the middle where my other classmates sat. The textured bus seat I sat on was filled with holes where spongy foam popped out of the seat cover. I knew a few kids around me, but did not know the majority. About halfway into the ride the boys I did not know began to tease me. Salty sweat began to perspire on my upper lip out of fear and confusion. I was confused and did not know why they were harassing me. I asked them to stop, but it only got worse. It escalated until I was surrounded by people calling me "bitch" and a "stupid fuck-head." I got off the bus upset with being called stupid, and wondered what bitch and fuck-head meant. I asked my mom when I got home, and she turned white as a ghost wondering where her son heard those words. I was only in first grade.

"Wake up Alfred." My mom told me while i was sleeping. "You have to get ready for your first day of school."