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

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

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.

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.

He then yelled “Hey look, it’s beanie boy!” More kids started to crowd around me and laugh. I got up and looked back to see if Stacy was still there but she was gone. I

“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.

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

Monica is now facetiming her friend Ellie. Monica had been explaining what California is like and how worried she was. Ellie was the friend to go to when you were worried and frightened of something because she new what to do to make you feel much better. Ellie calmed Monica down and told her all of the good things that would happen to her at her new HIgh School. It is now the morning of the first day of school. Monica got all ready, had a good breakfast, and was out the door a hour early. Her mom thought it would be a good idea to go to Joyce earlier to get to know the place better and be less lost. Once Monica arrived she thought it was a luxury school compared to her old school back in New York City. She walked around the school figuring where all of her classes would be. Before she knew it, the bell rang for the fifteen minute warning before their first class began. Monica began walking to her first class when this girl with brown hair and green eyes stopped her. She said, “Who are you? I have never seen you around here before?”. Monica told her “ Oh.. uh.. Well I just moved here from New York city and-” before Monica could finish the other girl said “ Oh, so you are new here, aren’t

“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

After receiving their coffee from the Starbucks vendor, both girls walked past the table I sat at. They both passed fairly close, enabling me to smell the lotion they had on. The aroma left behind was a combination of peach and another type of fruit, apparently a lotion that this highly materialistic faction of society buy in gallons. Their conversation sounded to be a discussion of which store to visit next, apparently at least 6 bags of stuff bought between the three of them was enough to justify a good trip to the mall. As they walked out of the food court, countless eyes watched them as they walked like models on the runway. Loner guys with acne problems stared at them and thought a thousand lewd thoughts, while parents looked at Melissa and wondered what type of parent would allow their child to dress like that.

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*

Listen Presley we need to stay low until this blows over, okay?” Misty hissed as she frantically rushed to history class. Presley responded: “So you’re just going to ignore me until this all dies down?” He stood anxiously waiting in the middle of the hallway, whilst everyone else hurried off to class. It was criminal what the classmates were doing. The ignorant so called ‘classmates’ were once again spreading venomous rumours about Presley and Misty. Misty wasn’t like the normal teenage girl who loved boy bands and spreading gossip. She enjoyed the outside and having deep conversations with people. She did though look like the average teenage girl with brown curly hair and brown eyes. She also had a brown tan which made her look like she spent most of her life in the sun. This wasn’t the first time these rumours had uprised but this was definitely the worst. The immature twits were spreading the rumour that Presley had a violent outburst and slogged Misty over the head. Presley knew that if Misty kept ignoring him kids would use that as evidence of him doing such a criminal matter. “High School.” Presley

“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.

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.