Short Story: Edison Middle School

Melinda is a first year recruit in secondary school, who is experiencing a great deal of changes managing pre-adulthood and troublesome circumstances. She experiences difficulty fitting in with different associates, she is appalled by her own particular appearance; for instance "I search for shapes in my face, certainly not a dried face", Melinda conveys what needs to be in a frightful route as a result of the way Andy assaulted her and caused a colossal effect on her life . Luckily, she has an instructor who gives exhortation as lessons to enable them to have the capacity to stand up to each other. Mr. Freeman," the coolest craftsmanship educator", is a skilled craftsman, carefully affected. That makes discretionary school less asking for

On September 1, 2012, I walked into my fifth grade teacher’s classroom for the first time in my life. Mrs.Cullen was standing in the front of the door with open arms ready to welcome her new fifth grade students. As I made my way to my desk and sat down next to Charlie Schutt and Quin Timmerman, I got the feeling that middle school would be a time of talking to some of my best friends and cruising through classes. As the school year progressed, and classroom seats changed, my thought of how Middle school would be changed as well. On the first day Mrs.Cullen explained our schedule, Homework detentions, and demerits. After about fifty questions, she sent us off to our first class, and the first step of our Middle School journey. The fifth grade

Paul’s father made the choice of moving him and his family to Tangerine Florida, because he got a new job offer and wanted to take it. Paul was excited for his fresh start at a new school with a new name other than “Mars.” Moving to a new school was great for Paul at first, but then everything went downhill from the time he walked through the doors of Lake Windsor Middle School. Paul was told that his classes were outside in portable classrooms, while the sixth graders would be inside with regular classrooms to be in. At the end of the day, everything got worse. Paul faces another complication at Lake Windsor Middle School.

Middle school, when that word pops up in one’s head, it’s a sudden reminder of dreadfulness, broken promises, regrets, first crushes, and last but not least, learned lessons. Another morning had brought another school day. Seeing familiar faces and teachers I just wanted to get through the day with no hassle, but that’s not always the case. At least it wasn’t for me. Making my way through the extended halls and walls that seemed to enclose upon me, I felt nothing more than like a chained prisoner. The bell rung and I remained seated in my class, encompassed by boxed, outdated computers and rusty white walls, I felt

Skylar Evans walked down the corridor to her next class, math. She's always loved math; she loves the fact that math is an everyday priority, so She need to learn as much as she can as soon as possible. As she sat in her chair in a middle row, her so-called-boyfriend, Chris, entered the room. Considering he's a senior, he shouldn't be in there. When he spotted her, a smirk shadowed his lips. He casually walked over to her, taking an empty chair next to her.

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

With five minutes left before school began, they considerably ignored the speed limit in order to arrive on time. Jeff screamed, “I would rather be late than go 65 miles per hour in a 35 mile per hour area!” With the school in sight, a blaze of red and blue lights flashed around the car. With the music on full volume, Katie was oblivious to the squadron of police cars and helicopters surrounding her vehicle. Knowing she would be incarcerated, Jeff sprinted to the front entrance of the school and lunged for the door handle. Before he could reach it, the principal, Mr. Marley, stepped directly in front of him. “Saturday school it is,” he scoffed while opening the door for Jeff. After arriving in his first period class, his favorite teacher, Mr. Garvey, handed him an assignment. In the top right corner of the page, it read in red ink, “Due at the end of class.” Noticing there were only eight minutes left to finish his in-class essay, he scribbled down whatever crossed his mind. At the end of the day, Mr. Garvey called Jeff into his office. In his left hand, he held the in-class essay he assigned that day. Before passing out onto the ground, Jeff caught a glimpse of a large red ‘F’ stamped on his

Girls are starting to wear short skirts and the principal is making them kneel down. If the skirt doesn’t touch the floor, then it is too short and the girls are sent home. This is a problem because students miss their classes for that day. At Jane’s school, there are designated smoking areas, but no one smokes. The good thing is Jane is aware of detention, but is curious about exactly what it is. The good thing is, Jane has never had to find out. Jane became very focused on her homework and her many research projects. Jane finds herself going to the library more and more as she searches through encyclopedias, dictionaries, or just books that pertain to the subject she is interested in. Janes prized possession was her typewriter. Jane knows that using a typewriter is only for final

Blowing dark brown bangs from her eyes, Vanessa Grounds looked around the sleepy atmosphere of her history class and glanced at the clock that hung loosely over the door. The clicking of Mrs. Heath’s keyboard and her classmate’s pens lulled her into a daydream, and she rested her head on her thick, almost plush, textbook.

The patterns we had created on the sidewalk are now nearly nonexistent as we create new ones in the opposite direction. Opening the door we enter the school and look at the clock. Third period started 10 minutes ago and we missed the bell. Entering the office we scratch our names on the check in sheet as we get passes from Ms. Pace. It is easy on her as we all are going to the same class. Heading up to our lockers Kyle receives many comments about his Cafe Rio bag and as we walk into class. Tolman looks at us with wonder glazing his eyes, but we just sit down and watch the Hobbit trilogy with the rest of the class. Kyle opens his bag and we continue our class. The lunch period has ended along with our story. Our bellies our full and our hearts are content. The bell rang before we could get back and we got another tardy. These are the prices that we pay for going out to lunch. A price well worth

The next day she went to the smelly school and the day went on like any other. First period which was Tech, second and third period which was Star, fourth period which was Science, fifth period which was Language Arts, sixth period which Lunch, seventh period which was Social Studies, and was eighth period, Math. Leah was getting ready to leave when her

“Damn you, and your damn math problem,” she mumbled while slumping into the seat and crossing her arms. If she had thought that she could make the distance, she may have spit on her teacher who continued to look at her with suddenly sad eyes. As he stared at her, he started to wonder why he even bothered. He glanced over to the pair of students at the far end of the room who were talking about something unrelated to math. Another three students were sleeping at various points throughout the room. One student was crushing a sheet of paper into a ball. Its destination was yet to be determined. Daniel figured it

While entering the room students peering up can spot incandescent lighting suspending from the highly elevated ceilings. The untouched blue and silver bleachers rest compacted to maximize space. Posters, sponsors, and athlete banners cover the eggshell painted brick walls. A blue curtain separates the different class space during the period. Students are ordered to perform exhausting repetitive drills in a circuit while the critical teacher yells at their performance the entire class. Heavily breathing, weak and weary students try to surpass fatigue. The room feels clammy and grows bothersome. The sounds of top 40 tracks and the teacher’s snarky comments ring in everyone's ears. Irritability grows while counting along with the seconds passing on the caged circular clock. This is until the period comes to a close and it is time to get changed and journey back to the locker

Sam would always sit at the back of the classroom to avoid any teachers picking on him to read or answer a question. He found no purpose to the lessons, even the point of school; it didn’t benefit the students or earn them anything. It was just there to bore the crap out of people. Well, that’s how Sam saw it. But that one school day was not a boring one, it was one that Sam would never forget. One were life for him changed for the worst.

It is seven o'clock on a Friday morning, Loraine wakes up to the smell of pancakes in the kitchen, the usual. She starts to get ready for school. She puts her long skirt and blouse on, brushes her hair, then teeth, grabs her bag, and trots down the stairs to the kitchen. She kisses her mother and father on the cheek and sits down to her plate of three pancakes, two slices of toast, and a glass of orange juice. As soon as she finishes she double, then triple, checks her book-bag to make sure she has all that she needs for her day. She walks outside and gets on the bus with her older brother, a senior this year, soon they are on the way to other five kids’ homes to pick them up too. When they arrive at the front doors the kids pile off and go separate ways towards different classes for the day as the bell rings. The