9/11 True Narrative

Elyar, my best friend had just told me ,Ricky, was now gonna tell the principal what I done. It didn't occur to me this was going to happen when I punched his brother ,Duke . Oh, God my dad is gonna kill me. His brother told me my sister, Sanai looked like a flat tire. I was so protective over my sister I couldn't take it. But, maybe I would be off the hook with my dad because I was defending her. Sanai most of the time thought I was her police because I would stick up for her. But, because dad was working 12 and a half hours each day it was my job to protect her. Next year when im in middle school she wont have

One day a girl who was nearly a teenager, at the age twelve, had just started middle school. She was happy and excited for the school year to start. She thought everything will turn out good. On the first day of school she had fun, she didn’t really meet anyone new. It was a small school, she already knew mostly everyone except for a few new students. Then, the second day of school came, it happened to be a Friday, August twenty-fourth, the girl had another fun day at school.

The first day of school: a day where I would begin an eleven-year journey full of academics

So we packed are things into our backpack and proceed to go the library even though I was still mad about the fact that I got in trouble, but, spending the rest of the school day there makes a difference. After we arrived there she told us to pick out a book of our choosing and do a poster about the most favorite moment that we thought was the best. So we all went to pick out the book that we wanted and the story that I picked was called Goosebumps: Night of the living dummies by R.l Stein. To me this book had a lot of memorable moments so I choose the introduction of the dummy to be the poster. Everything went great until I decided to go find a new marker because the ink was starting to fade and went to go get it from the basket. I got there I started to find the marker I needed, I grabbed a pair of scissors to move them away from the marker I needed, when it happened. Someone's poster got stabbed and had a hole in it. That person started to blame me because I had scissors in my hand and the teacher came around and ask about what happen. As soon as she heard what happened, she was convinced that I did and gave me another week's worth of picking up trash. I got so angry I started to scream back at the teacher saying that none this was my fault and didn't do anything to the point that threw scissors at a computer monitor breaking it on impact.

Principal Hecktor looked at me, I was more ashamed than I had ever been in my entire life. “Please explain to me what happened. If you tell me the truth, the punishment will not be as harsh.” He said to me. The family pictures on his wall reminded me of my family. They looked so happy, unlike how mine would be once they found out what I had done. I looked up, tears in my eyes, and said; “Yesterday, I sold my ADHD medicine to other students, and you have no idea how sorry I am. I know I deserve the worst punishment, this is the most horrible thing I have ever done.” I looked down at the burgundy carpet, my tears dropping to my lap.

When I was ten years old, my sister died. I still remember that day, walking into my house and having my father discover her unconscious body on her bedroom floor. I remember hearing my dad telling me to go outside, and my older sister and mother chorusing her name in the background; a frantic cry of, “Donnita, Donnita!” I remember refusing to walk past her room, my own childish version of denial. It wasn’t until weeks after that I finally dared to venture back into the room that had suffocated my sister, and when I did, I was greeted with a sight that I didn’t know what to make of. On her mirror were the words, written in her neat, blocky handwriting, “The purpose of life is to have a life of purpose.” Those words would go on to teach me the most valuable lesson I have ever learned in my entire life.

“So what are you implying this time, Poppy?” My older sister asked me, it was such a repeated question, and she had asked me during so many previous check-ups. If it was such an important question, and if she wanted a different response from me, she should have worded it differently. I was ascending into adolescence, but I wasn’t young enough to know her voice was snark. Her unintentional malicious personality always antagonised me.

The moment a man told me to give him ‘all the money in the till!’ with a gun pointed between my eyes, I did something very few people have ever done before – and ever will do.

I never knew about how my father actually felt about me, until my mom told me the story when I was eleven. Ever since before I was born, my dad Matthew has been an incredibly enormous drug addict. On October 20, year of 1999, my mom had me, and when her and Matthew brought me home, he was smoking marijuana. He was standing next to me, and my mom Vanessa, was just sick and tired of it, so she just told him that either Matthew does drugs, and chooses the wrong path, or he gives it up, at least try to make an effort and stay with his newborn daughter. He said some really inappropriate things, and said some hurtful things about me, and said that he wants to stick to drugs because he “loves the drugs more”. My mom got so irritated so she kicked

My mom is the only mom that is brave enough to walk into a room and criticize her only daughter in front of the classroom. She is in the process of hurting me. “Do you even care about school?” Mom said. Do I care? I slapped her so hard that I heard bones crack a bit. “Do I care?! I care! But you are not caring enough to even show up to a meeting that was forty percent of my grade. We had to take a quiz together. And it was worth a lot of points.” I said. “And who scored a one hundred percent on the quizzes? Me!” I said.

My classmates and I piled into the car and started driving home. Half-way through the drive home, Stella takes out a bag of strawberries from her lunch box. Now this is where the story takes a turn for the worst. We all start throwing the strawberries around the car, while Ryan’s mom yelling “settle down!” Just a few minutes after we started throwing the strawberries, Connor threw them a little too hard. The strawberries exploded all over me. My bright white sweater was ruined. We arrived back to school, acting as if nothing happened. Unfortunately, of course this nosey yard duty gal decided that this incident was her business. Her name was Mrs. D. She asked me what happened. As soon as I told her she reported it to the principal’s office. My classmates and I were called into the office and received detention. We immediately started blubbering, “We’re so sorry, please don’t give us detention.” All of us received detention, all of us except Jillian. Now Jillian was not some regular classmate. She was the teacher’s pet, everyone’s favorite, and no one would cross her. When we returned to the classroom during lunch recess we were all teary and

Monday was an excellent day. I signed in and washed my hands. I sat down for a while and supervised Gage interacting with Teacher Mao, and then I went outside to set up the toys and equipment on the tables to make the outdoor environment more appealing to the children. After that task, I sat down on a blue cube and waited for the rest of children to arrive at the Maple Room. I spent most of my day indoor and outdoor with the children especially with Ezequiel. He was waving his hand and telling me to “come on” and follow him when he was indoor and outdoor. The most surprising things that happened today were noticing how much language Ezequiel has developed throughout his time in the classroom and seeing some of the children in my group bonding

While the teachers we’re giving me a lecture about how irresponsible I was and that we just did an assembly on this and that if I liked it if I threw a rock at my head while trying to bandage Ethan up like some sort of mummy. When my Mom came she looked at me with eyes that pretty much said you’re gonna die. After my mom apologizing for my actions of how irresponsible I was and saying that what I did was a very stupid thing while going to Ethan and saying “I will do worse to him don’t worry.” she brought me to the car and hollered at me saying “How could you do that! This will affect where you go, you’re very lucky to not be expelled!” after her screaming and long awkward silence and me trying to think about what I could say to defend myself I thought of the most obvious answer “It’s not that big of a deal.”. Mom roared saying “Not a big of a deal? Young man that kid could of have died and it would be on your hands! Do you want to murder people? How #@$!ed are you! Who raised you to be like this; who’s teaching you this kinda of stuff. I’m willing to bet it’s those video games that your dad buys you. Oh man, when we get home I’m gonna take every single belonging of yours and give you the worst time of your life!”.

“Miss Katrina, you may come in now.” Headmistress Lang called in her usual calm voice. I got up from the chair I was sitting upon and quickly made my way into her office. Sitting in one of the two chairs across the desk was my Mum. Let’s just say she didn’t look happy. “Katrina, you can have a seat next to your mother.” I sat down in silence. Headmistress Lang explained to my mother what I had done and how the school could not keep her due to some policy and that was that.

September 29,2017: I was super nervous and excited today, this was the day that I had been long wait for. Today I went to go ask if I could do my student observation hours at Vermont. When I went I was confused because everyone in the office was telling me to go to different places and I was told to go and return the next day. I was told that the Vice Principal had to assign me a classroom and that she was not there today.