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

I feel sick when I wake up because my nerves are getting the best of me. I get up and pick out my cutest outfit. I'm scared that the people at this school won't like it because who knows what they'll say. As I'm getting ready I daydream about what could happen today at school. My father has already left for work by the time I was ready to go. My mother kissed my cheek as she handed me my lunch telling me little motivational things in my ear. I walk down to my corner to wait for my bus to come. There's a

It was that time of the year ,which was back to school, it was the day ,I got to meet my 8th grade teacher ,I was sweating and had butterflies in my stomach. It was coincidence to find my friend Sheyla at the parking lot. Sheyla said she has met her teacher ,but needed a few more supplies ,so she was just back from getting her last supplies. Sheyla’s family went with us to met my teacher ,and I was glad to see her because it was quite a while since I last saw her. Later, after we left Berkmar grounds,I went to Sheyla’s house and we hangout the rest of the day. It was the first day of school, usually I would be feeling nervous,but today I wasn't ,which was good because I didn't want have sweating hands and a racing heartbeat. I arrived at Berkamr and went straight to homeroom ,I found my seat and waited. My first day at school wasn't to bad because the only thing

One beautiful Monday morning, everything was calm (for now). I woke up very fresh, excited, and ready to go to school! It was a nice and sunny day, the best way to start a week. I woke up at 6:00 a.m and had a lot of time to get ready for the school day. After that I wore my clothes, did my hair, and brushed My teeth. Next, I had breakfast that included cereal, milk, and apple juice. My sister and I went outside and saw that my dad was waiting for us to get in the car, so that he can take us to school.

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

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

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.

The wind was howling like a werewolf on a full moon day. Goosebumps formed on my arm as if I was watching a horror movie. I could barely see the person right next to me, we all kept dancing, hitting each other several times. But, all of this was still better than that crummy, old Miller gym. My friends’ mom walked up to my teacher just as our dance was to finish up. She whispered into my teacher's ear and as she did so her face lost some color. My friends and I all had quizzical looks on our faces as my teacher led us into the gym. I looked up at the clock, the time was 7:45 and the date was 4/10/17. My teacher never let us out 15 minutes early, but today she did and to my surprise all of the parents were eagerly waiting outside.

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

After getting the horrible 5 A.M morning breath brushed away, I went on to eat. In all my previous years of school, id wake up to a warm breakfast already done and waiting at the table. But this year there was a change. It was devastating. I walk out of my bathroom to find and empty, dark, lonely kitchen. My mother was nowhere to be found. I guess she wasn’t dealing with this year of school either. It was not even an hour after my first day of waking up before school and I felt like it was already ruined. I grabbed a pop tart and hurried out the house.

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,

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