Short Story Fitzgerald 's ' The Big Scare '

School was the same as yesterday, full of zoning out. When I got home from school I ran into my room and threw myself onto my bed. I laid there for a good ten minutes or so. I was scared to death, but at the same time I was so excited. I knew I would make it, but I was still terrified though. The fact that I was in the first group to go made me a lot more nervous. In a way it’s a good thing so I wouldn’t have to think about it and get more nervous than I already was. Once I had got ready I laid right back on my bed. I’m not sure why I was so tired, but I clearly was. If my mom wouldn’t have called me I would’ve been dead

Many authors find inspiration through real life experiences and transform them into works of literature to match how they want to portray them. Fitzgerald is no different, in fact, his personal life is a crucial factor in his writing style. Fitzgerald grew up with increasing numbers of difficulties, but found his way around them and incorporated those experiences into his novels. In order to achieve his goals, he began changing himself to fit social standards. Fitzgerald’s novels are a huge success because he writes realistic situations that readers can relate to and are interesting enough to keep the reader active. The struggles, conflicts, and obstacles that

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It was just another regular Tuesday morning; the sun was out shinning bright, wind howling, birds singing it was just simply a beautiful day. I was excited to find out my graduation was less than 6 months away. I’d always drive to school as soon as I had my car and was able to start driving. Just like another regular day at Haines City High School I went to all my classes which were just four daily. Thought out the day I was in a bad mood, not because something happened but for the reason that I was not able to sleep all through the night. I woke up moody and not in the mood for school I was driving sleepy which I should not have been doing in the first place. As soon as the bell rang for lunch which also meant if you had a car you could leaving during lunch, I left still sleepy; as I’m driving down the street there is construction so I stopped as the stop sign. When I look I started to drive off when all the sudden I hear a beeping and I look and it was too late. The women hit me head on, I was so mad at angry, nervous that I did not

Starting the day, my sister and I were rushing out of the house to the car, so we sped down the road. The day was steamy and hot, and you could smell the fogginess falling down from the sky. We slowly got out of the car, parked by the activity entrance, we simultaneously glanced at our parents, I could feel the anxiousness spewing from them. Then we picked up the pace and opened the school doors, as I walked in I saw Jordan, a previous varsity player now senior, crumble to the floor

I took my seat after the bell had rung waiting for my teachers instruction. Today was the day I dreaded the most, grade check’s. My teacher called us up to her desk one by one, it felt like I was being called to the judge's bench. The room was dim; the only light came from tall white lamps in each corner of the room. I could hear each person breathing heavy, there were only ten of us. I picked up my head and looked around the room. Everyone sat twiddling their thumbs waiting their turn anxiously. A girl at the end of the table had her head resting in her hands while breathing deeply. The teacher called her name, and I felt my stomach turn upside down; I was scared for her. As her grades were read aloud tears rolled down her face. She returned to her seat defeated. Her sister sat right next to her shaking her head in disappointment. Her sister began to scold her in front of the class telling her how

It is November 4th, one of the longest days of my life it seemed. I woke up that morning to get ready for school, and I told myself, “One more day. Just get through today and your patience will have paid off. The best things are worth waiting for.” Though I told myself that, it was very much easier said than done. That day felt like it never ended, each class seemed to drag on for hours, and the bus ride turned from an hour and twenty minutes to a whole day. When I finally got home, I ran into the house and kicked my shoes off so fast while still running they flew across the room and hit the far wall I was so excited. My mind was running at a million miles an hour, gathering my gear, retrieving my clothes from the scent free laundry

Nearing the end of the school year is when unfortunate set of events took place. Spring break had just ended. The school season was almost over with summer vacation lurking right around the corner. I was overwhelmed with excitement, I had spent an entire week deprived of the place and friend I favored most. That morning I ate my breakfast so fast I practically choked. I walked onto my bus with the biggest grin on my face and as I entered the double-doors with an extra spring in my walk-skip step. I entered the classroom early enough to greet my beloved Cindy. Only to my disappointment, her desk was empty. Unaltered, I walked over to my desk ready to begin my day. Just as the announcements that signal the start of school began out of the corner of my eye I caught Cindy walking in I waved to her and received no response. I did not catch the red flag, perhaps she did not see me I thought and continued on with my day. Although I tried motioning towards Cindy with no prevail I was not fazed by it. Writing, math, and science preoccupied mind throughout that morning.

As I was getting in the car I felt like I had lead feet, and on the way to school my mom drove so fast I couldn’t even see the trees as we passed them. We reached the school and as I walked in the heavy front doors to the loud hallways, my stomach was churning. I kept my head down the whole way to my locker, trying to block out the noises from all the other kids reuniting with their friends. The morning of boring classes went by slowly and finally the bell rang for lunch.

A dark cloud of misery began to swirl around me. I felt my heart freeze and my senses seemed to fail. I didn’t hear the screech that allowed students to leave the brick school, I didn’t feel my peers scurry and run around me. All I could notice was the empty pocket, I noticed the wad of hard earned money was gone. My body seemed to react before my mind. I began walking out into the hallway, I was heading to my afterschool club. Peer Leadership. Once I entered the classroom and looked at my best friend, I broke down. Emotion filled my body. Rage swirled and blinded me. The recent events angered me, my body trembled and my teeth gritted. I couldn’t explain the pain, the anger that clouded my sight with words. So…I cried. I didn’t feel the droplets build and blind me. Unshed tears filled with absolute sadness welled up in my eyes. I didn’t feel them roll down my cheeks; however, as I began coming back to my senses I felt a sob erupt from my lips, my brow eyes shut and tears fell. They wouldn’t stop. Small droplets became creeks flowing down, they became raging waterfalls. My sobs were as loud as harsh water striking the stones piled under it. Why had this happened? What had I done?! I had worked hard, and I had been nice, and I did my work, and I listened, and I…I had left my bag in the Library. I felt two arms wrap around me, I felt the taller person pull me tightly against them as I sobbed. Her voice was soothing, it was warm and

It was a Sunday night, around 11 o’clock just lying restlessly on my fluffy mattress. As I lie in my bed I remember one of my drill team friends telling me that she had tried out for competition and had not made it, although she would would like for me to tryout and make it for her. She had a smile on her face and that was when I was contemplating over doing dance and losing my straight A’s because I’d have less study time, or not doing dance and just concentrating on my grades. The thoughts were racing through my head that night because I only had 3 days before I had to make my final choice. The next morning I woke up exhausted because I hadn’t had much sleep. I went downstairs for breakfast still thinking, however my thoughts were interrupted by my mom asking me “hey, how did you sleep last night,

Sometime near the end of August, mom is going to pull you out of class. At this point, I 'm sure you 're excited at the fact that you get to leave school. When you ask where you 're going, she 's going to look at you with sorrowful eyes and brush away your question. But, you just brush it off. About half an hour is going to pass in the car until you guys pull up to a big building. You walk into the building and go up to the the second floor. When you walk into the room, you’re going to notice that it looks like the doctors office. Maybe you switched doctors? You patiently wait with mom in the waiting area until you both get called back. Mom is really quiet and you’re really confused. The lady in there with you notices the awkward vibe and tries to lighten the mood by small talk and making a few jokes.

The flash was blinding to my eyes. Thinking to myself, I hate pictures. Today was my first day of second grade in a new school. Not knowing anyone in the second grade scared me quite a bit. I have so many worries!!! Will I get lost? Will I make new friends? Will my teacher be mean? “Get in the car.” said mom. “I don’t want to go” as tears roll down my cheeks. Looking out the window on my ride to school, I could only think of negative thoughts. As I stopped crying my mom finally has a chance to talk to me she said “have a good day sweetie, today will be great!” I did not know that at that second but soon I would. Walking into the classroom, I find my name on one of the desks. As I take my seat the teacher walks up and says “You can go outside if you want and play with the other kids.” Getting up from my seat this girl says “Hey you want to be my friend?” “Sure!” I said. “What's your name?” “Miranda” she said. So for the rest of the day we talked and laughed and before we knew it, it was time to go home. Right as I walked in the door my mom was there to greet me. I told her all about my day and how I want to go back already and how this year is going to be great!

A week had passed and I told myself at there was nothing that I could do about it, so I went to school. I walk in, bags under my eyes, bright red eyes, runny nose, my head is pounding, no makeup, sweatpants with a sweatshirt. The bell rings for us to be dismissed from the cafeteria, onto first bell. As I walk, I tell myself it is going to be better, maybe it is for the better.. Maybe he was right from the start.. I had felt myself kind of start to drift apart before it had ended, but I thought maybe I was just