The Middle Of An Empty Hallway Of Thomas Jefferson High, Myself And Three Of My Good Friends

6. Appearance: Pretty, but becomes insecure after her boyfriend says otherwise. Hard working cosmetologist working through her last half of school. Round face, medium size hands and fingers.

The paragraphs-long entry details the relationship between poster and “Rob,” who has two sisters, “Sarah,” and “Rachel.” While Rachel at first seems to be the problem—her “likes include crack cocaine and hand tattoos, and her dislikes are employment, common courtesy, and showering regularly”—it turns out that Sarah is the point of contention between the couple.

Ashton was visiting for a weekend, it was only him. Calum had to stay back and look for Michael, as he had ran off again. I hugged Ashton and looked at him. Ashton got in my car and smiled. I hugged him tightly. “It’s been too long!” I yell and he laugs. “I like the hair, you changed it up a bit since the last time I saw you.” He greeted me, I smiled and shook my hair. I had dyed it blonde and brown. I decided I need a change. “How’s Tate?” Ashton looked at me while I was driving. “He’s on edge because of the baby, but he’s good. Brooklyn?” I smiled and he chuckled. “She’s 4 months,” It was all he needed to say. “You guys are having another fucking baby! Oh my gosh!” I squealed as my car came to a stop. Ashton blushed and felt my stomach. I felt her kicking. “Do you know yet?” He asked and I

Welch stated she had got in contact with Ms. Grey once during her involvement with Mr. Kimbrell. However, the contact did not go well. According to Ms. Welch, she called Ms. Grey to check on Mr. Kimbrell and nensure he did not have a doctor appointment the following day, because she was going to visit if he was going to be home. Ms. Grey answered the phone and Ms. Welch asked if this was Ms. Stacy Grey. Ms. Grey stated it was and asked who was calling. Ms. Welch introduced herself and explained the reason for the call. At this time, Ms. Grey began stating, "I don't know what you are talking about." This confused Ms. Welch and she stated, "Stacy I'm calling about Mr. Kimbrell." At this point Ms. Grey stated, "This isn't Stacy Gray this is Monica Smith." "I don't know why you are calling me." Ms. Welch reminded Ms. Grey that she had stated who she was when she answered the phone. At this time Ms. Grey hung up the

Whereas Connie is considered beautiful, June is seen as “plain and chunky” (496). Regardless of their differences, both girls have one thing in common, they both love to spend time with friends and Connie uses this to her advantage. On several occasions, a friend’s father has left them off at the mall, however once they arrive, Connie travels across the street “ to a drive-in restaurant where older kids hung out” ( 497). It is here that she comes into contact with her future assailant, but at the time she ignored his attention.

It all started in 1st grade at recess. The bell rang and Stacy and I both ran to the swings. We both got on and swung as high as we could. I looked over and saw Gavin.

“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.

“I'm home!” Sarah called into the empty house. 'Oh, right' she thought to herself 'Moms at work'. Sarah figured she would just check ally quick before she did her homework. Just as she was scrolling through her news-feed a message from Micheal popped up. She smiled to herself as she replied to his message. She had been talking to Micheal for 3 months now. Sarah had never met him in person, but she always talked to him whenever she could. Sarah was 16 and Micheal was 17, or so he said. He never really posted pictures of himself on his profile.

“Good luck girls, you’ll need it.” the guys mocked the potential that we as girls could have. Then there was a spontaneous lauging amidst them. Mercy did a long pass and with my fast speed, I sped my way to a touchdown. I was unstoppable. My heart was racing,I was panting. In your faces. Ha.Ha.Ha. I laughed mentally. I threw the American football into the sand, enjoying my moment of victory. Unable to think at the moment, I had not realized that the ball had landed extremely near of the strangers that had been there at the beach even longer than we had been.. As I made my way towards the ball, I noticed he was...No he can not be...absolutely not. He’s a stranger. He was attractive. He was obviously tall. For one thing, he had light brown curls and fair pale skin. I wonder what color his eyes are. I thought as I thought all of this while I was running to get the ball. I could not see them as he had black shades on. Dude, stop that! You do not know him. Stranger danger? Emphasis on the danger! I thought to myself, struggling not to look at him. Just get the

It Began on a cold fall morning, Brittyn Sanders walked into class, late as usual, with a welcoming smile on her face. “Sorry I am late Amber, I brought you a bagel,” she said quickly. Brittyn is a short, dark-haired, big brown eyed girl. On the morning of the interview, she was dressed in Nike tights, a book bag that seemed to be larger than she was, and a black jacket that smelled like pumpkin spice perfume. She took a seat and explained why she was not punctual to class this morning while taking her seat. It seemed as if she was the typical college cheerleader, partying all night long with a preppy attitude, but that perception was wrong; she is actually down to earth and talented at a variety of things, other than cheer.

Abigail's chocolate eyes scanned across the room until she saw an anxious looking figure who seemed to begged to be noticed by her, it was the love of her life, Madeline Turner. She smiled as she ran her fingers through her hair and called a water break in order to break away from the whole basketball vibe to surround herself in Maddy. She smiled down at her as she huffed and puffed, wiping sweat off her forehead with her practice jersey and a pearly white smile glistened as her lips curled up at the sight of Madeline Turner right before her. "Babe! Why the worried expression?" She questioned, wrapping a sweaty arm around

At school, a girl named Stacy was in her English class. She isn’t the most popular girl at school and doesn’t have many friends. *beep*

A new responsibility that is new is lockers so everyday I have to try really hard to open my locker get my stuff out of it,new and close it also get to class on time. This is my new responsibility here at the Middle School here in Greenbrier.

It was a beautiful day in Chicago. Stephanie decides to invite her friends to take a walk at the Millennium Park. Stephanie is 5’3 feet tall, with long brown curly hair and brown eyes. At the park all they would be doing was taking pictures together, talking about how their future would be and what they plan to major as a career. On the way home, she seen a cute tall guy with hazel eyes and brown hair pass by that smiles at her. Stephanie did not know whether to say hi or to smile back at him so, she just decides to keep walking without saying or doing anything.

“At least she has gone to a better place.” Stephanie whispered to herself. As Stephanie wiped a tear of her face, she spotted Lila huddled up in the corner weeping her heart out. Stephanie knew that Amanda was Lila’s cousin, but she was too afraid to say anything. If she was caught talking to someone like Lila, her social status would be ruined! It would make her from the most popular girl to the 37 millionth popular girl. She can’t do that to herself...can she? She had to do what was right. She couldn’t let Lila suffer in silence. She had to be there for her. After all, that is pretty much the only thing they had in common.