Short Story: Garden Grove 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.

The books thesis is based on why a person was accused of being a witch and the relative circumstances thereof. Marital status, sex, community standing, wealth, and relationships with others all play an important part of a person chances of being accused of being a witch.

Firstly, a circle of girls makes a poor choice of lying about being haunted by witches, which later

Meanwhile, Seth disobeys the rules and goes off into the woods. On his adventure, he spots an old shack covered in ivy and vines. He notices an old women that is gnawing on a rope that she is tied to. She asks Seth if he would come inside and share a cup of tea with her. Seth asks if she is a witch, then she becomes very furious and puts a curse on him. He sprints of like a cheetah and runs away from the “witch”. The next morning, their grandpa asks them “What do you suppose makes people so eager to break rules?’’ He keeps his eye on Seth. Seth explains to his grandpa that he was just very curious and that he met a creepy old lady. His grandpa nods and changes the subject. They are given some milk (the magical one) by Lena she said that it would give them the power to see “what is really out there.” Seth shows Kendra a hidden pond with gazebos, a boardwalk, and a boathouse. Grandpa explains that his yard is not a place for endangered animals, but for mystical creatures such as fairies, trolls, and imps. This land is known as Fablehaven and it is owned by lots of people, passed down every few centuries. He also explains that the old woman in the forest was actually a real witch. Her name is Muriel Taggert and the knots were her punishment for trying to put a curse on Fablehaven. After meeting

Just as they were making their way toward the shack out comes the witch. They carefully make their way up to her and not taking their eyes off of her. Not only was she a witch but a beautiful one, like no one they had ever seen. She

Tensions rose between young women and girls(Accusers/Afflicted) and older women who showed signs of deviance(Accused witches). In a single year, one hundred and fifteen local people were accused of witchcraft, and twenty were executed. The ordeal was a “role reversal of unique dimensions”(43). The “afflicted” girls were able to exert control over everyone else - as a means to outlet aggression. Young women were the weakest community members and they felt powerless. By accusing older women, some widows who held more power and challenged the male dominated pattern of land ownership, the younger women were able to exert life-and-death power over the

Coming to Citrus Hill High school was a big transition for me within itself. I originally transferred from rancho verde to get away from the trouble and focus more on the things that were important to me, like my school work and baseball. I had heard from the people around that there was a good program there play baseball there. When I came I thought my year would be good new start, new school, new surroundings nothing could go wrong.. Shouldn’t have said that. When i got there my anger issues have gotten in the way and has held me back from achieving many of the goals i set for myself before the school year began. For example, starting off good in all my classes keeping my grades up and making the baseball team. I’ve had previous conversations

That violent, crazy act was the last act of childhood. For as I gazed at the immobile face with the sad, weary eyes, I gazed upon a kind of reality which is hidden to childhood, The witch was no longer a witch but only a broken old woman who had dared to create beauty in the midst of ugliness and sterility. She had been born in squalor and lived in it all her life.”

It was a nice Saturday evening, a cool gentle breeze, as Mason was playing soccer in the park. Mason had just turned 15 and was entering his sophmore year in James Grove High. He had a nice little family, living with his mom and being the oldest of 2. He had a sister named Melissa and she was 12 years old just entering the 7th grade. When he was just 2 years old his father sadly passed away in a gruesome car accident. Growing up it was hard for him not to think about this inccident. Him now being older it’s now his responsibility to be the man of the house.

Whose fault was it that caused the witchcraft hysteria? Just caused not going. If it never started it would have never ended so many innocent lives. What causes love to do such crazy things? John is 31 years old with a wife and two kids. Abby is only 17 who lost her parents as a kid and is practically an orphan, who seems to be the vulnerable one here. It was not Abby’s fault she had to do all of that. She was lost of all hope in life but then john gave her false hope that she would be happy

A stranger in the village is someone that is new to a place or isn’t familiar with something. Approximately two years ago I moved, which meant I had to move schools too. I was 15 years when I moved to McEachern High School but it made me be a more independent person.

In the story “Thornhill" there was a girl named Mary. She lived at the Thornhill Institute For Children. When all of her friends had gotten adopted, she had been too. When she got to her new home with her new family, she had went in the yard to go explore. As she looked at all of the space and freedom she had, she felt amazing. Mary stepped onto a box and seen that a couple blocks away, there was this old and creepy looking house. She thought maybe a witch lived there. Mary ignored it and kept on looking around. A couple of days later she and her family helped her finish unpacking and

Many of the old people in the village had claimed they had been marked by the witch when they were little while sleeping in their very own homes including Bryan’s Grandma Mrs. Ojeda. The family was enjoying their first chilly night under the stars that were clearly visible unlike how they were back home. It was a perfect time for Bryan and his nephew to ask their grandmother to tell them the story of the witch on the corner of Babylan St. that was just 4 houses away. Bryan finally broke the silence of the night by telling his grandma, “ Grandma can you tell us the story of the witch on the corner of the street?” Bryans Grandma had agreed but told us not to tell their parents she had told them the story. She said,” The rumors began when a family had moved into the house a week before Christmas. Time had passed and the day was Christmas Eve and as traditions went, they would blow fireworks starting at midnight and burn the dummies they had made of hay and fireworks with old clothes they saved all year. The family did not want to do fireworks that night so they stayed inside the house for

It was a dark and stormy night, when Annabelle Heinsdorff was born by a water stream, 5 years ago. Her mother May ran ,she knew someone was watching her somehow. It was unacceptable, in her town. Annabelle never knew her parents, she wanted to meet them, but never knew how to get out of the house without passing by Madam. Madam Hailey always sat in her chair in the lounging area, with Fluffy ,her cat, in her lap. As Annabelle headed to school, in a place near Salem where the teachers were bile, she grab a piece of parchment and wrote a letter to her father, hoping would someday get.

As the clock seemed to slow to a crawl I found myself barely being able to choke down my turkey sandwich. So, I discarded it. Electing to spend the rest of the period just staring out the window while making a sincere effort to avoid any accidental eye contact with the real witches of Mt. Harrison. It was excruciating waiting for time to pass, and I had hoped-to-no-ends that the bell would ring soon. Because every time I glanced away from the window, I thought—although it could have been just paranoia—that I saw about a third of the kids in the cafeteria looking over at me. They would quickly avert their eyes to avoid being caught staring at me, but I knew they