The Summer Of 1988 And 10 Year Old

“SHE’S DEAD AND SHE WILL NEVER COME BACK! NOW SHUT UP!” Allison shouts and runs to her room. “ALLISON!” I shout. “I WISH YOU WERE DEAD INSTEAD OF MOMMY!” Amelia screams with tears running down her face. “Don’t say that sweetie, you don’t mean that,” I say. “YES I DO!” She runs to her

“Oh no, here she comes well it can’t be so bad” I thought as my mother came towards me. “How was your day honey?” I replied with a simple, “Good, thank you” obviously lying since, I had just failed my first test ever. “Are you sure? You look kinda down.” Under the pressure of guilt, I handed my mom my paper and braced myself. My mother looked at the paper confused for a bit...then her eyes widened bigger than I could ever imagine someone could. “What is this...this is a joke correct?” She was so shocked she didn’t know what to do she exclaimed, then, she called my

David is a 10 years-old boy doing his homework at the kitchen table. The homework consisted of mathematical problems, a short reading and answer question, and memorizing the 50 Capitals of the United States. All the assignments for homework were due on Friday morning, so he quickly finished his homework so he could get to bed. Around 10:00 pm, David’s father came home from work, checked his son’s homework and saw many errors. He immediately went up to David’s bedroom and kicked open the door. Yelling at David, “You see this homework, you have many mistakes in math, your answers to your short readings are not correct and you did get all the 50 capitals right!!, you are worthless, stupid, and a big mistake of being born.” David’s father then proceeded to hit him with a wire hanger in both legs, and arms, the face and on his buttocks. David’s dad yelled again “Tomorrow morning when you get up, you will not eat breakfast and go to school hungry!!” David cried the rest of the night, hurting in pain, then eventually falling asleep.

My eighth grade year of Middle school. I had many challenges, with making friends and subjects. But one challenge was mathematics.I knew my eighth grade year was most important when it came transferring into my high school years, yet I didn’t do anything to raise my grade in mathematics at that time. It wasn’t until two I had a very low grade in mathematics on my report card at that I realized I needed to do something about my low grade. So after that report in math, I really was determined to really bring that F up to at least a B or A. So I remember I started to go to after school tutoring to get help with my math subject. They placed me with a teacher named Ms.Alice. And she really helped me with my subject.

yelled Hunter. He grabbed his bag and ran out the door into his car. He put on his seat belt and quickly dozed off. Before he knew it he was at the camp.

“Mom I need to tell you something,” Charlie said to himself in front of a mirror. “No that's wrong… I got it. Mom I know you don’t listen to me that much, but I need you to listen to this. No- No-No. That’s wrong too.” Charlie said as he was still talking in front of his mirror. Well, Charlie thought to himself, if I say that then maybe she will also know that I want her to listen to me more. He went up to his mom and said to her that

On their way home Sam tried to think of an explanation for their mother. He could not think of anything that would get him in less trouble than he already was. Here he was, at his home, about to face his mother. She would be mad as a hornet! Sam thought. He opened the door as shy as a mouse. His mother looked at him and whispered “Oh what happened to you? Are you hurt?”

My memories are blurry. They are fragments of disjointed moments, without a linear narrative. I remember reading. It was in Mrs. Davidson first grade class. My reading proficiency skills were very poor, the English language still thick and unnatural on my tongue. While some of the other students took a Gifted class, I had to take a remedial course—English Learners (EL)— just so that I could hold onto the edge. I remember reading. I had a hard copy of The Very Hungry Caterpillar in my little hands, reciting only the first page of the book from memory. The classroom was dark; the stream of sunlight filtering through the windows served as our only illumination. The rest of the words on the book looked like a mess of jumbled letters. I couldn’t make out anything other than the words “the” and “and.” I remember enthusiastically pointing out my “fluency” to my teacher, seemingly applauding my menial abilities: “The catpater at droo!” (The caterpillar ate through). In the first-grade, my free time was spread sporadically between watching The Little Mermaid, catching ugly black crickets and pretending that I was Sailor Moon, guardian of the galaxy. In the first grade, I was not at all concerned with words, literacy and books. In the first grade, I did not know the power that words hold. I did not know that books would change my life.

Johnny walked into the living room, his stomach feeling queasy. His parents look his way in dull manner. They didn’t want Johnny home. They like him out with his friends, not bothering them. Truth is, they felt as if they wouldn’t be good parents even if they tried, so they thought “Why try?” They also didn’t want Johnny to end up like them so, they pushed him away and acted like they couldn’t stand him. Little did they know they were just hurting Johnny by doing so. They had planned to kick Johnny out on this night. They thought he would end up better off with the Greasers. So, when Johnny walked in his mother said, “Go pack your stuff and get out my house.”

“No!” It was my mom’s voice, I ran into the office and saw a gun on the floor, part of the wood chipped out as my dad stormed away. My mom was sobbing, visibly terrified. My mom followed my dad, while Missy took me upstairs with the baby and the pets. She locked the door behind her, and we saw my dad storming away from the garage in his car. After we knew he had pulled away, She led me back downstairs where my mom was waiting for the police. After around three minutes, a police officer arrived. It was after then that my mom made sure my dad couldn’t pick me up from school anymore.

She was devastated. Her Mama was sick, and she was going to die if they didn’t get a doctor. Elaine was so busy crying that she did not notice when Michael Butler walked in. He walked over towards her, and asked her what was wrong. Elaine didn’t really mean to tell Michael, but all the words just poured out; Losing the field, her Mama getting sick and that they couldn’t afford a doctor to help her Mama. Michael felt so bad for Elaine, and he wanted to help her. But how? Even his family was running low on money. Then an idea struck him. His Papa could take care of Elaine’s Mama! Michael wasn’t sure if his Papa would do it, but he could at least try. After school that day Michael went home to talk to his Papa. He explained the situation to him, and at first Papa did not want to go. “They obviously can’t pay me to take care of Elaine’s mother, what would I get out of it?” said Michael’s Papa. Eventually, Michael persuaded his Papa to do it, “Can’t you imagine how sad it would be if Elaine’s Mama died?” he

“She’s going to be mad, I really hope you know what you’re doing girl.” said Lisa. “I do.” Lisa and the crew left. Angelica sat in the waiting room, praying that Nine is okay. Hours had passed, Angelica dosed off, while sleeping the Doctor and the police walked up to her and said, “Excuse me Ma'am, Are you related to the deceased?” “Deceased.” said Angelica. The police said, “Maam, Are you related to her?” “No I’m not, I’m just a friend.” “Well, Maam it was brought to our attention that the deceased was brought in by you and other females, Where are the rest of the females who brought her in?” ask the police. “They left.” answered Angelica. “Maam, Come with us, we need to ask you a couple of questions.” said the officer. “I can’t, I have to get home.” said Angelica. “Please, come with us now, if you refused to come with us and answer a couple of questions we’ll be forced to hold you for 24 hours.” Angelica got up and followed the police officer to the

“Hi, it’s Tim and Kim and Jim and here is a story that is rather grim.” “What’s there to do for a party of three?” “What’s that Tim?” “It’s to climb a tree!”… Pause… “First we find a tree that’s up to play ball.” “That’s too tall, That’s too small.” “Put your leg on a branch and be careful not to hear a cranch. Because ifs and buts were candies and nuts, You’re going to fall and break off your legs.”… Kim’s leg breaks off…“Now, now Kim what did I say finding a tree is far from Childs play.” “This isn’t a joke, You can clearly see the bone!” “That’s probably not your funny bone cuz…..“This stuff ain’t funny.” ….Pause as Tim realize what is happing…. “Our mothers warned us about this didn’t they?” “Tim?” “They said ‘No climbing trees today kids

Tony, Erick, and Mike were playing football outside. As Mike threw the football, all the boys would run after it. Erick got the football first and said, “I got it first.” As Erick was holding the ball in his hand, Tony bit his hand. Erick started crying and pointing at his hand. When Tony saw the teacher approaching, he ran away. When the teacher caught Tony, he would push and want to hit the teacher. Tony mange to run away once again and this time he hit another child. Tony told the other child, “You are ugly, shut up!” Then Tony threw the basketball hoop to the floor and started to kick the sand to the cement. When the other teacher approached him, Tony was still resisting and yelling. As he was separated from all the children, he started

Thursday, September 6th, a little girl ”M“ comes to daycare in the morning a little bit late, at 10:15am. When she arrived her classmates were about to have a snack and she was very excited to see everybody. “M” gave her teacher a hug with her two arms. Then she turns to her mom and says: “Bye, Mommy!” and ran to the classroom. “M” was trying to grab the chair with her left hand to sit down and have a snack with her friends. 3 boys and 2 girls were sitting at the same round table. After trying twice to get a chair, she decided to use both hands to pull the chair out. “M” walked around the chair, bent down her knees and pulled the chair under her as she sat. She slowly sat down in the