South River Middle School: A Short Story

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.

Kate is bullying Jenny in a way saying mean words or phrases and Jenny is getting very upset and knows she need to take action. On of the things Katie says is, “ “I mean, don’t you think hanging with someone in high school would be more fun than hanging with some eight grader”... My being mad at Kate gave me the courage to say to her…”. Jenny got the courage and strength to stand up for herself. Jenny than said, “ “ Look I’m sorry but you have to leave now”... Even as the words were coming out of my mouth I couldn’t believe I was saying them.”. Kate was giving Jenny a hard time and Jenny knew it. She needed a push to get her to fight back. Jenny found out that standing up for your self can affect you in a good way and you don’t have to be controlled by

Meet Melinda, She's is attending her first day of 9th grade at Merryweather High, And it did not go so well. All her old friends don't talk to her. Other students laugh at her. Rachel says she hates her. Melinda really wants to tell everything to Rachel, but she can’t speak. Melinda calls her English teacher Hairwoman, because she hides behind all her hair. Melinda's doesn’t like her Social Studies teacher, she calls him Mr. Neck. Lunch went pretty bad. She didn't have anybody to sit with because all her old friends are mad at her for what she did, then a guy hits Melinda with food and then she ran out of the lunchroom. Mr. Neck makes Melinda stop, and expects an answer but since she can't speak,she gets in trouble. After that, she had Art

I went to the same elementary school from kindergarten to 5th grade, Suncoast Elementary School. My brother, my sister and I all went to Suncoast Elementary school from k-5th. My sister is still in elementary school, but once she gets out she’ll either go to Gulf Coast or Powell. My brother, my sister and I all had the same kindergarten class room but always had a different teacher. At that school my brother would hang out with the people in the office often so when I got there they all knew my name and was extra nice to me. This is only about my experience from kindergarten through 3rd grade.

Young, but driven, Jorge began dancing in the spring of his senior year at Sharyland High School. He was welcomed into Melba's School of Dance's family where he was introduced to ballet, tap, jazz, hip hop, and folklorico.

“Did you hear what happened?” Maria exclaimed. “Abigail Brown from our school died last night. Rumor has it, she was here after 8th period finishing up an essay, and as she was leaving the building, teachers heard a scream and then she was gone.” Stephanie was scared but felt a little glad since the girl who died, Abigail, ran against her for student body president. “Ha, that’s karma for running against me, I told her that was a bad idea,” Stephanie said while grinning. “This is serious Stephanie, her body was found in the main hallway of the north wing. Next to her was a sheet of paper that said: “You’re next, Stephanie Herron.” The lab report also states that in her autopsy, she had some sort of virus on her skin.” The bell rung, giving them the adrenaline to run to first period. Stephanie, who lost her appetite after hearing about Abigail, Maria, who had an uneaten energy bar, decided that she would give it to Stephanie when lunch arrived. Although the expiration date on the bar was dated two years back, Maria ignored the possible side effects that may occur and decided to give the energy bar to Stephanie anyways with a smirk on her face. After all, a little energy bar never hurt anybody, right? When entering her second-period class, Stephanie was stopped by Marcus Williams, her brother Michael’s best friend. “Hey I heard about the murder of Abigail...stay safe okay? We wouldn’t want that to happen to the school’s golden girl after all,” he said with a suspicious, yet protective tone. “Marcus,” Michael came running towards Stephanie. “Is he bothering you?” “No, he was just looking out for me because of the incident that happened to Abigail.” Marcus, who decided to go to class early for the first time in his life, left the conversation. “ He’s been acting strange lately. He’s no longer the Marcus I knew. Ever since he started hanging out

I am Mr. LaBreck. I am not the Principal of Chocksett Middle School in the Wachusett Regional School District. I am just an ordinary man who lives on a farm with an ordinary house. And ordinary animals. But something out of the ordinary happened

I’ve been at Barrington Middle School for three years. It is the place where I transitioned from a child bright-eyed and ready for the world, to the older, if not wiser young adult, that I am today. I’ve been here through the good times and the bad as I went from year to year. I am leaving this institution of knowledge more prepared because of AVID. I am leaving ready for my life ahead.

We pull up to the May Wood County High School, my mom quickly drives off as I get out of the car. I turn to the building, not even two seconds after looking at it, a lady in black comes up to me and grabs my arm. "You need to get in the school before the bell rings young man!" Her voice was eerie in a sense. She dragged me into the building, standing there were tons of other students talking to their friends and socializing. The lady walks back outside to "greet" the other late students. I stand in the middle of the sea of students, not knowing what to do. Everyone was eyeing me and I could definitely hear them talking about me, all of a sudden the bell rang and the flock of kids moved down the hall to their first period. I had to take a quick

One Thursday morning when I was in the school with my friend two boys were picking on me and my friend it happen on the bus and the hallway. That made me and my friend upset me and my friend goes to Arnall Middle School. it happen 1 week ago. What happened was two boys were picking on us so we told them to stop. But they keep going so we told the teacher. So he was talking to them out of the classroom door. So they can have a conversation about bullying.

A typical Friday in Mr. Ventos second hour math class at North Shore Middle School is anything but typical. You start out by being greeted by Mr. Vento as you walk into his room. You sit down at your desk and notice the entertaining posters on the walls and many bobble heads above Mr. Ventos desk. Then you start your warm ups. Usually half the class is working while the others talk. The last person to perambulate into the room is always Sergio Osuna, An eighth grade student at North Shore Middle School. You now Sergio is close by because whenever Mr. Vento sees Sergio he vociferates “SERGIOOOOOOOOOO!”. Now that everyone is in the classroom the real work begins.

Squeals pierce my eardrums as little girls talk about “loving” their boyfriends. The overbearing scent of Axe radiates off of every arrogant schoolboy who gallivants across the grounds and stops at my locker. Gossip flutters around me, seducing me into its inescapable vice. Such was Memorial Middle School when I first debuted in August, 2011. Going into sixth grade, I was the most popular girl in school. Although I may have had ebony hair and bubblegum lips, there was no hiding the ugliness of who I was: the meanest girl in school.

I feel as if happiness is a joke and no one ever let me in on the punchline. I see others enjoying it and having a grand old time, but I just don’t quite get it. There are times when I think I have figured it out, but it will slip from my grip and I’m left miserable, once again finding that I was wrong about it all along. It’s a vicious cycle of never-ending despair. That’s just my life for you.

That was super mean.” I kept saying over and over again to myself. I couldn’t stop thinking of what Taylor did.. She was being super rude. I couldn’t believe Oak Hills was really a blue ribbon school. If it was a real blue ribbon school, why did it have kids like Taylor? “I don’t think she treats her friends like that”. I said to myself. “I don’t even think she has friends”. I Sighed, looked down at my feet and continued sobbing. Let me tell you the story from the beginning. It all started today when I was coming to Oak Hills elementary for the first time ever…

Breaking news from Belle Plaine Middle School! A girl on Venus name Margot has been stuck in a closet during the one hour of sun!