The End Of The Week

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

It was a cloudy day, a mild 78 degrees and Lezley McSpadden was taking a drag of her cigarette outside of the local grocery store where she was employed. She was midway through her shift when a friend of hers called and said that someone had been shot by Canfield Green Apartments. Maybe it’s only a mother’s instinct to recoil in fear, but in that moment Lezley could think only of her son Michael. Michael had recently graduated three months before and she wasn’t sure of his

A school day went like this, we’d go to breakfast and wait in the line scoping out the cafeteria to see who we’d be in class with and who we’d get in trouble with. Then there comes first period with Mrs. collins, she teaches social studies and her class was pretty boring. I’d take notes each day and secretly laugh at my friends as they’d try to doze off, constantly looking at the clock knowing that in an hour I’d be in my “fun” class where I could relax. So it's time for next period and this was science class taught by the coach of all boy sports so we didn’t do much. We opened a book on our desk to whatever page he had written on the board, and the rule was: whenever someone comes to the door act like you’re working. Now, don’t get me wrong occasionally we would do assignments and take a quiz or two, but we had it pretty easy, except for the days after the games and the boys did bad. A victory meant we would watch a movie and a defeat meant we’d have to read the chapter, answer the questions at the end, and turn our work

The time to walk across the stage and receive my diploma had come. I was nervous once we entered Silke Field. (Silke Field was Springfield's football stadium and also where we were going to have our graduation ceremony). Our principal and a couple of fellow students gave a speech. During the speech students would inflate a beach ball and throw it in the air, sort of like a “prank”. I could see the beach balls flying in the air and was happy when it blocked the sunlight from my face. The sun was coming to a sunset and it filled the entire sky with deep colors of rubies. Once the speech concluded, it was time to receive our diplomas. My row stood up and waited to be called individually to get our diplomas. “Hipolito Alvarado” was called, I was so nervous. Every noise turned silent as if someone had pushed the mute button on the remote. I received my diploma and returned to my seat. This moment felt surreal. I had completed my first goal of many in

“It’s The Most Wonderful Time of The Year”, they say. The Friday after Thanksgiving is the beginning of the shopping season; one of the busiest seasons of the year. It’s one thing having to be in crowded mall areas but it is another to be jumping on one another fighting over special gifts. There's a much simpler way; instead of going out, dealing with rough crowds, and having to wait long periods of time you could shop at the comfort of your home, online.

It was just like any other normal Thursday at HempPasture High School. The school day ended and I was exiting the school into the blistering cold air of mid-january. The bone-chilling wind kissed my cheeks, and hurried my rush into the field house to escape the bitter weather. I let out a sigh of relief as i entered the first set of doors, then began my decent down 2 flights of stairs to the locker room. As i descended, I couldn’t help but notice the eerie emptiness of the usually busy area of the field house. The stairwell was dimly lit, and it only seemed to get darker the more i descended. I finally came to the end of the stairwell and paused to see if i could hear anyone else as I usually would on any normal day, but all i could hear was my own faint breath. I slowly opened the door into

changed my clothes. I had to walk out of the house, and stand by the rode. The school was coming down the rode, and I seen all my friends waving to me while they were coming to pick me up. We were on are way to.I asked my friends if I could come over to there house. Yes you could i just texted my mom and asked her. Who is in front of the building oh that’s Mrs. Woolman our principle. Oh I wonder what she is doing outside. Mabey she is just waiting for us. Oh here comes Mr. Westerhof. I wonder if there is something going on because they never usually stand outside. There always in side at the school doors or in the office.

A lady comes out and states that she saw a mysterious couple run to her lawn and started throwing everything around. We frantically started looking around the floor, our phone lights madly scanning all throughout the lawn in hopes of at least finding Hilaria’s phone. It felt like we were in a bubble of misery while everywhere around us were bright lights and happiness. “I found a phone!” Sidney yells as we all run to her. It’s not her phone and right before we continue to look *ding* the phone rings in Sidney’s hand. “UCSB Alert: There are reports of a stabbing on Del Playa Dr. Please try to avoid this area for the time being.” We all look at each other with fear in our eyes knowing that we are only one street down from Del Playa Dr. Fear starts to build up in our bodies while we stand on a strangers lawn in the dark, bewildered of the unfamiliar surroundings of Isla Vista. We start walking towards our “safe house”, holding onto each other so tightly being cautious of our surroundings. Everyone around us continued to look happy, drunk, and carefree. “Yalda!” We run into our RA and everything just started to feel safe around us. We were safe with her… or so we

It was mid-afternoon and I was playing my daily basketball game with Connor, a fourth grade boy at latchkey. Everyday we bet on something and if you lost, you were held to what you bet. This time I was letting him win from the beginning, aside from the usual winning big at first and letting him come back to beat me. My coworker Kenzie for once, was not screaming at a kid every five seconds and Brennan, a kid that usually is running all over the place is sitting by the wall noticeably silent, so I knew it wasn’t a typical day at latchkey. While I was pretending to be a horrible basketball player, my other coworker Kylee came sprinting in the gym and her face was pale. She started to holler at me, but I couldn't understand so I walked over to

Although, who were we to know this was our one and a lifetime chance that was just now happening, now. Regretting every step we took we stood side by side, together because together is better than being all alone. Luckily, I had my best friends because they are my life, for real. The gravel of Chelsea’s driveway shifted as rocks kept being transported to a new home. I couldn’t even hear myself think as I stared to find myself standing feet away from this mansion that, moments later would quite honestly probably determine my high school fate. Shoving was involved to determine who would walk up and ring the doorbell. Of course, after not making a very strong case I was designated to walk up and face, what I suspected to be filled of terror and have all kinds of erroneous mistakes. After we verified that we were going to be left there all night we knew we had

The day before Thanksgiving break was as you might expect. Shortened classes meant no work and we got to enjoy the day. As English class rolled to a close something of the JRP was mentioned but I didn't really bother to pay attention. I had figured it was probably just talking about the future. As it turned out, the future was when we got back. Our first day in the library was confusing. Bombarded by research tips and new information I couldn't really think. I spent the period thinking about what I love to read about and just walked up and down the shelves until something caught my eye. As I walked past the back row, I saw a book on house music affects the brain and it immediately clicked. I wanted to write an essay on how different things

I still remember it as if it was yesterday. It was September 26, 2011 a Friday which meant the end of the week for me and I was stoked. School just like every day was a hassle and a bore. I was a sophomore and then I wasn’t worrying about college or anything else I was just living life to the fullest or so I thought. This story begins on a Friday where we have our high school football games. I was on the sideline due to an injury I had received during practice, and was out for a few weeks. Once the game was finally over I stopped by and chatted with my friends asking them if they wanted to go do something after the game. Then all of a sudden a police officer came up to me. He asked my friends and me if we knew a student here by the name of Zach Scardina. When I answered him, he wanted to speak to me in private, but something didn’t seem right he said I wasn’t in trouble. So there I went walking behind him to the locker rooms that were recently cleaned out and abandoned. We walked him there were two chairs placed perfectly across from each other. I was told to sit down by the officer he had a grim look on his face in which I could tell something was wrong.

The next day I woke up, did not eat breakfast, and walked outside. When I got to school, I went through the normal routine of sitting on the bench outside of school for two of my friends Alex, who I called Jum Jum Jr, and Delanie. We spoke about what goes on within our lives and I told them what happened the previous night

As I glanced at the clock that showed twenty to seven, I noticed that time had gotten away from me. Working overtime had started to become an ongoing habit, as there never seemed to be enough hours in a day to finish any work. Knowing that all the doors were controlled by automatic locks and the doors inside the building would be locked because it was past six, I started to pack my things up, including my badge that would get me into my building on future mornings. Heading for the exit in my section, with the thought that a storm was supposed to arrive tonight in the back of my mind, I thought nothing of the flickering lights above until I ran into a situation. As I attempted to leave for home after working late last Friday night, not only

The last bell rang signaling that the day was over. I walked over to my locker and grabbed the things I needed for doing homework. I closed my locker and walked down the hall and saw Henry and his gang Bullying the losers club. I walked over and asked "Henry do I need to knock you on your ass? Again?" Soon as the question left my lips his face turned red. Then I asked "Do you guys really have nothing to do with your lives other than to bully the same four boys everyday?" The three boys stood there staring at me not knowing what to do or even say. I looked over to Patrick and saw that he was glaring at Richie. I shrugged and turned to the four boys behind me and asked "Do you guys want to come hang out with me at my house?" They nodded grabbed their bikes and walked over to me. I looked over to Henry and the other three and gave them sarcastic bitchy smile and walked with the guys until we were out of Bowers sight and I said "See you guys later." They waved knowing that I asked them if they wanted to come over just to get Henry to leave them alone.When I made it home I crashed I threw my bag on the floor and laid on the couch and fell asleep.