"Do you know how dangerous it was to leave alone?" the teacher reprimanded. Dangerous for who? I could kill her before she could even scream "vampire". "I 'm sorry," I said, my head hanging low. The teacher kept ranting as students piled inside the school bus and we made our way back. The entire time I kept thinking about that slayer. Darjeeling was far more dangerous than we estimated. Pa picked me up at the school. "We have to leave," I said in the car. Pa gave a sideways glance and nodded. "I don 't like this place either," Pa said quietly. We rode to our house, ready to flee. Pa wanted to shift to Alaska, but I voted for Sweden. We decided to leave it to Ma to finalize which location. As soon as we reached our house, something smelled fishy. The front door stood ajar. Pa 's eyebrows furrowed and confusion crossed his features. A loud shriek alarmed us. Ma. Pa ran and I followed right behind. My eyes almost popped out of my head when I saw Ma on the ground, crying. Half a stake was buried through her chest, held by a human. Pa tore the person away from Ma, slamming him into the wall and burying his fangs in the man 's neck without another thought. I rushed to Ma. The stake wasn 't completely through, still the pain levels elevated for her. I cautiously took it out, half in tears. My mother was staked! She cried in agony and her body went limp. She wasn 't dead but paralyzed. Pa joined me, his eyes glowing
I pull out a chair right by Emma and put my chin in my palm. The teacher, Mr. Brown, started to teach which made me want to go to sleep. My eye hesitated to stay open then I heard a loud bang. Someone drop their chair on the floor which made me wide awake in this boring
I couldn’t wait for the fields trip and then I thought to myself, I HAVE TO GO TO THE LOG RIDE (duh duh duh)! I know if you been there it’s not that scary and i’m just overreacting,well you’re wrong, I hate the log ride because of the drop. That’s pretty much the only reason why I hate the log ride, But let me talk about that later. SO we went into the bus and it started raining, I didn’t know that until someone told me.
The stars were gleaming in the night sky. Emily, Luke and Tim were eating cold tomato soup in the living area. It was horrid. The groundskeeper began to speak abruptly. “Now, I’m gonna tell you about an incident that happened right here in this building about 8 years ago. Kids just like you were sent here. It was night fall, and the atmosphere was eerie and uncalm. Something was about to go down. Something big! So, as I was saying, every child was heading off to bed when there was harsh sounding scream that came from upstairs. And then there was another after that. A girl and boy had been slaughtered. I looked up towards the staircase and saw a dark black figure with fiery red eyes. For one moment, the hideous looking creature was there, staring at me. The next, vanished!”
Vehemently, I threw my myself on the bed, covered my head with pillows and screamed in pain and agony.Like a pack of wild, hungry ferocious wolves, the thoughts began to commence and every second they got louder. Like paws,every sentence clawed at my brain,every thought pierced my mind in agony,and my body began to shake. The shivers started from the tip of my fingers and cascaded straight down my gut, my body shook, and I screamed
Confused, shocked and fear filled my mind as I lye on my side, gasping for air, trying desperately to stagger onto my knees. A sharp pain suddenly ran up my spine into my forehead and quickly I collapsed back onto the cold damp floor inside this mangled metal coffin in which I was trapped in. Bit by bit I moved my hand closer to my forehead, trying to impede this massive throbbing that was affecting my head. I skimmed my forehead and paused my hand on a huge gash. The pain shot into my head again, but I was able to clutch on to the seat and hold my balance. There was blood pouring down the side
One day as she sat quietly in the corner reading a book she heard a loud noise. Jumping up she ran to her mother’s room where she assumed the noise came from. Her mom was on the floor face down screaming out in pain. Instantly Reign went into panic mode. As she gently tried to get her mother to roll to her back she begin to question her to see what to do? Mom always knew what to do. Almost immediately she noticed her mom wasn’t responsive. Reign could not stop shaking.
I wrote a letter in 10th grade for seeking an apology from my language arts’ teacher. In that apology letter, I explained my situation while answering the queries in the class and how it made me rebellious in the eyes of my teacher. As a matter of fact, I was anything but "rebellious" at that time. I decided to write that letter after a few years because I was full of nonsense at that time, in the sense of seeking pardon after years of guilt’s notion.
The lightening struck like a fierce whip, forcing you to keel over in agony. The debilitating feeling coursed through your veins like a serpent of anguish and fury. Just as you had accepted the finality of the lethal strike, you found yourself rising from the stone floor and making your way towards the hollow pit. Black fumes rose out of its depths and threatened to take you hostage in their formidable cloaks of menacing smoke. Their ruthless hostility came to encompass you in a state of utter dysphoria and your feeble attempts at escaping suddenly seemed hopeless. This intrusion was the inevitable consequence of dabbling in hopeless causes. You knew She would come back and bite, and like a toxic snake, Her venom was lethal.
I follow the whispers and saw my mother in tears again. She told me that I have a heart condition but not fatal. I walked away and said nothing. The doctor 's hunch was right, no wonder why they are professionals. I heard my mother sniffling because she lost her younger brother because of a heart attack. He was 23 years old and his heart mysteriously stopped. I started to question myself if I was next, was this my destiny? I repeated the same questions over and over. I couldn’t imagine my mother burying my uncle but burying her own son will kill her.
It was now morning and Johnny and Ma were having breakfast. Nobody was speaking to each other. Until Johnny told his mom all about last night. “You WHAT?! yelled Ma. “There is no way that you saw your father last night, Johnny! Your father is dead and he is NOT coming back to see you. Why would you even THINK of making something up like that?” Exclaimed Ma. That hurt Johnny’s feelings, plus that made him furious. He could feel the anger slowly growing in his body. Ma saw the anger in his eyes. So he got up and ran outside out of anger.
Tort can be defined as, “an act or omission which unlawfully violates a person’s right created by the law, and for which the appropriate remedy is a common law action for damage by the injured person (Alexander & Alexander, 2012 p. 632). There are four main types of tort, these are: a) intentionally interferences, b) strict liability, c) negligence, and d) defamation (Alexander & Alexander, 2012 p. 633). Tort cases involving schools predominantly involve parents as plaintiffs and the school personnel as defendants. Although tort cases are relatively common, only around one-third of the plaintiffs are successful with their suits (Zirkel & Clark, 2008). However, as successful plaintiffs receive
Issues of duty of care, including its non-delegable form that is closely associated with teaching, and issues of negligence are critical for a safe and inclusive learning environment for students. Accordingly, teachers who are aware of their legal responsibilities as outlined in their duty of care can save themselves both claims of negligence and incidents where students are harmed physically and mentally. Policy for educators tasked with preserving student safety are outlined in law, and key of these include mandatory reporting of child abuse, supervision for the prevention of injury, and protection from concerns such as bullying, particularly involving the internet. Duty of care owed to students by teachers is essentially the
Child abuse is one of the fastest growing problems in America. With most cases in abuse it is someone the child is close with, and 8 out of 10 times the abuser is the parent. Abuse comes in many different forms such as, sexual, physical, emotional, verbal, and neglect. Neglect and physical abuse are the two most common abuses that take place in the home, or in the caretaker’s vicinity. Child abuse is not just a problem that stays in the home however, child abuse leeks into the classroom and affects the child’s academic standing and progress. In this paper it will explain how abuse affects the child in the current classroom, future classrooms as they grow up, and how teachers can help prevent abuse from happening.
School is a compulsory institution for many children who lie within the first world country bracket. However, excessive use of disciplinary actions like expulsion and suspension have been a major concern over the past decade in schools and juvenile facilities. The issue in regards to disciplinary action within these systems is the misuse of punishment against adolescents and the course of action taken within disciplinary process’. Therefore excessive use of punishment to an extent can then become ineffective, high expulsion rates have shown to be driven by ineffective school policies (IU Bloomington Newsroom, 2017). Is it ethical to expel and suspend students when there are alternative precautions? Is it ethical to allow punitive punishments to occur as a means with dealing with troubled students?
Katherine Sky slid quietly along the wall of the silent corridor. Beads of sweat were running down her face and dripping onto the slick floor. As she wiped them away, she checked her watch, for the hundredth time that hour. If she didn’t find it soon, then there was nothing that she could do. She already pictured in her mind, that crazy, sick son of a b*tch ripping off the head of that man, enjoying the blood running down his rough hand. The same hands he had used, all those years back. She had read about this evil man, in the newspaper, in her school textbook, and even on the television. Everywhere she had gone, his name had been mentioned, his sly-looking face staring back at her with a demeanor that spelled “psychopath”. But no image on