Three hundred girls are considered outcasts every year. They’re shipped off into an unknown area to most people. The girls are only eleven and they’re taken away from their families. Their families are the ones that want them gone. I boarded the cruise ship and I walked in the suite. There were a huge group of boys walking around. The cruise ship is very warm and it’s very cozy. The boarding event takes about three hours. The girls have to line up and they have to get a baggage check. I can’t wait to go on this journey. I just feel unloved by my parents. The boys are there to help the girls.
They’re outcasts too, but they’re much older than the girls. They’re either sixteen or seventeen. There’s a front desk and the workers used their computers. The workers are boys and they make sure the girls are ok. It’s been two hours since the boarding event started. I reached my room and it was a luxury suite. I shared the room with another girl. Her name is Bailey Holland. Her dad is rich and I heard she is very smart. Bailey greeted me and I smiled.
“Hi, Bailey.” I said. “Hi, Sarina.” Bailey said. “You know my name?” I said. “Of course, the workers told me you would be my roommate. They showed me your picture. You are so pretty.” Bailey said. “Thank you.” I said. “I heard there’s a very big restaurant that sells barbecue and steaks.” Bailey said. “I love barbecue.” I said. “There are more restaurants.” Bailey said. “Let’s check them out.” I said. “We have to go to the meeting
“No.” She shook her head, pressing her lips tight as she looked across the table at me. “He didn’t like the food. He didn’t ask about me.”
Natalie Sterling, a seventeen year old senior at Ross Academy had just won class president and beat her opponent Mike Domski. Mike was the kind of guy that Natalie and her best friend Autumn tried to stay away from. The girls at Ross Academy were known as demeaning and “boy crazy.” One day, during the pep rally a bunch of freshman dressed in trampy clothing and started to dance inappropriately. The leader’s name was Spencer a girl Natalie used to babysit for. The flirty freshman called themselves “Prostitutes” or Ross Academy prostitutes. Not only was Natalie embarrassed and angry by Spencers action but, she was disappointed. When the principal and Ms. Bee the student council head were talking to the girls punishments Natalie barged in. Natalie explained how she wanted to have a lock-in for all the girls in trouble and any others from school who wanted to come, about feminism and women's rights. Ms. Bee and Natalie agreed that it would be a good idea for
In “To All the Girls I’ve Rejected,” Jennifer Delahunty Britz struggles with gender equality in admitting college students. Her daughter had been waitlisted. This didn’t make much sense; Maddie was a good student with a good, thorough application. The only problem? She was a female in a pool of too many girls and not enough boys.
“Hannah? Hannah! You have a new package in the mail!” Makenzie runs into my house, as she stumbles over my dogs, who are barking at her. “What do you mean my mail? And why were you looking in my mailbox,” I say humorously. Makenzie jumps over the couch, kicking my phone out of my hand, “We are going to Los Angeles!” A few weeks before, Makenzie and I entered a contest to win a free trip to a Justin Bieber concert, in Los Angeles. I open the package, and the first word I read was ‘Congratulations!’ I screamed as I ran to my closet to get my suitcase. Makenzie started to throw random clothes in my bag, and I quickly stopped her. “Why are you taking all the clothes out,” Makenzie said confused. “Don’t you remember who filled out the information with us?” Makenzie’s face dropped as she answered my question. “I told you not to bring Agustin and Jacob to the mall with us, now we have to spend hours on a plane with them, hearing them talk non-stop,” Makenzie confirmed. “I’m sorry, Makenzie, but they are our friends,” I say supportively. I go to call my other friends, telling them the outstanding news.
Asked Adam with a carefree attitude. "We just have set up the games my dad already set up cabins" Said Kenny "I Hope that actually means something" Said Adam. "Hey I know some of you are only here for extra credit, but I know were gonna have an awesome time" "I know I'm going a great time" Tiffany said winking at Adam from her seat. "Back Off Cox he's taken" Said AJ Grabbing adam's arm. "Whatever" Pounted Tiffany. "Hey Tiffany why don't you sit next to matt you guys make an awesome couple?" Asked Vanessa "Yea they would" Brandon agreed.Before Tiffany could say anything the bus stop abruptly and suddenly. Thanks for the ride Bucky said Kenny. Yeah thanks for the concussion, said adam holding his
When I arrived back at the hotel, I opened Skype on my netbook. After a few minutes of loading, my sister’s face appeared. She was so bright and cheery, and I loved her so much. She told me she missed me, and I told her that I wished I could have brought her along. When our conversation ended, I cried. Here I was at an amusement park while my little sister, who had never gone on a ride in her life, was at home. I felt like a spoiled brat. I spent $150 on the trip that could have gone to rent or to my other sister’s college tuition, so I punished myself by eating canned soup for the rest of the week.
I breathed in the after rain smell. It must have rained the night before but I hadn’t seen it so I wasn’t aware that it would be wet. As I strolled onto the sidewalk and began my route to school I stomped on the wet, fallen leaves. I walked about a half mile each day to get to Florence Nightingale High school , or as I liked to call it, my daily prison. It was a good high school but it was still a high school. The usual American high school is full of people who are unsure of themselves and because of their un-surety, they feel the need to others down. Now take those people and add in an over-confident deaf girl into the mix and that's my every day. I am extra isolated but that’s fine by me. I really don’t care what they say about me. It's not like I can hear it
On our way up the stairs to our unit, a girl named Jada came up behind me. “So why are you here?” I was thrown off by the personal question she asked so casually. Only an hour prior I had arrived at the facility and was introduced to the other eleven teenagers.
On a chilly, windy morning on the Oregon Coast, I wake up at six to attend the daily camp counselor meeting. Without a sound, I tip toe my way to the door without waking the five girls sleeping in the cabin. I stop by the Undertow Cafe before the meeting. The fresh smell of a hot cup of chai wakes me up for the hectic afternoon that awaits. In the meeting, we talk about today's events and the activities for the girls. As I walk into the dining center, four hundred middle school girl campers await outside. Looking out into the crowd, I think,“Which girls will sit with me for this meal?” or “Will any of the girls think I’m cool enough to sit with?”,
I buried my head into my mother’s shirt. My warm tears dampened her shirt, but I could tell she had no intention of pushing me away. There were other voices around me, but her’s was the only one that I cared to focus on. “You’re a strong and brilliant little boy,” she said to me, “you shouldn’t let this move break you down like this.” I knew she was right, but I was just so furiously confused that I didn’t want to acknowledge it. “How could you know?” I howled, “you’re not the one who’s spending hours alone every day because you’re too terrified to ask anyone if they want to play a game or hang out or even have a conversation!” My sobbing intensified. “No,” she quietly said to me, “but you’re not the only one who left Costa Rica to come here.”
Everybody but those freshman had showed up at my party, it stated nearly half an hour ago. I was a little disappointed, a freshmen getting the opportunity and totally letting me down. I was actually humiliated, this couldn’t be any more real. They must not have known who I am because if they did, they would’ve been here an hour before the party started. Before I was done ranting, I saw Ray out of the corner of my eye. He was speaking with three, rather petite girls. I lit up in flames, “Why was he talking to other girls?” I thought. I zoomed over to him and shoved right through the girls.
"Yeah but..." Rebecca started to say. "But nothing! Now are you all done fighting?" Tamas said. "Yeah I think I'm good." I said. "Fine." Rebecca said. "Good, now lets go have fun for the rest of the night." Tamas said. A few hours went by and all Rebecca did was shoot me death glares. By 9:30 we were all tired. "Well, bye guys!" Aymon shouted. I got into the car with Tamas since we lived near each other. "Now, what was going on with you and Rebecca?" Tamas said as soon as I closed my door. "I don't know! She just seems to hate me for some reason so I hate her back." I said. "Well, why don't you find out why she hates you so much and try to be friends?" Tamas said. "Nope, definitely not." "Come on why don't you give it a try?" Tamas said pestering me. "No" "Yes" "Absolutely no" "Ugh fine" Tamas said giving up on me. "How is your mom?" Tamas asked trying to change the subject. "I guess she's okay. Like she's
One Saturday I decided to go over to my friend Anne’s house. When I arrived I knocked on her door, Anne's mom, Mrs. Cazzato, answered. “Hi Emma,” Mrs.Cazzato said. “Hi Mrs.Cazzato,” I replied, I was just looking for Anne.” “She’s just out back,” explained Mrs.Cazzato. “Okay,” I responded, “Thank you!” I went around back and Anne was swinging on her swing. “Hi,” I said. “Hi,” she replied. I went over and sat on the swing beside her, Anne asked, “Do you want to go for a walk in the forest?” “Sure,” I said half scared half excited. “I have never been in the forest before,” I explained. “I’ve been in the forest lots of times before and it’s not that bad,” Anne explained.
The air is filled with a sweet aroma as another female student walks by. The perfume is strong and people choke and turn their heads when she walks past them. The sound of noisy flip flops coming down the hallway alerts the boy and he rises to greet his friend. When standing, he is about six feet tall and seems to be well muscled. His friend was of much the same description, only the friend is slightly less muscled and his eyes are the color of the sky on a clear day. Girls leaning against the walls and sitting in the chairs in the hallway, stare at the two young men exiting the building in which they wait. The young men pay no attention and
"DAMN!! THAT 'S A NEW RECORD!" I heard Mike yell, as Massey and I made our way towards him, Poppa called us to go inside. Mike have Poppa a thumbs up and jogged back to the house, I hopped of Massey and put her back in her stall, before leaving I rubbed her mussel and fed her. I jogged back to the house and was met by Lobo and Red, the family dogs, I walked to the living room where Mike, Momma, Poppa, and Aunt Julie sat. I dipped my hat at Aunt Julie and greeted all of them, taking a seat next to Michael. "What 's going on? Why the family meeting?" I asked seriously, Mike laid back on the couch and Poppa cleared his throat, "a family rented out the resort for two months" Poppa says and Momma pats his arm, "that 's bad for the rest of the customers! How are we possibly going to do with the rest of the reservations?" Mike asked, "how much did they pay? And where in hell is Kelsey?" I ask my parents, Kelsey is one of the workers here.