Driiiiing! I immediately shake out of my daze, packing up my Chemistry textbook and clutter of work that had been assigned today. It has only been a week and I am already drowning in school work, which as messed with my sleep schedule, leaving me oblivious in all my classes. I stumble out of the classroom, putting in my earbuds, trying to drown out the sound of the noisy, gossiping teenagers that crowd the hallways. I attempt to release from my mind the tons of schoolwork that I have, so I decide to go somewhere to get away from my negative thoughts. I finally reach the library where I try to think, soon becoming eased in the silence of the room. Only this feeling instantly goes away and I freeze; voices everywhere are drowning out my own thoughts; “I am going to fail the Biology test tomorrow” “This is the worst day of my life” “I can’t wait to visit Ben at the hospital today, I miss him”. All I could hear are the voices of other students, only no one was moving their mouth. I quickly bolted out of the room contemplating what just happened, running down the front steps of the school.
“Allison, how was school today?” my father asks as I scramble into his office at the Lincolnville police department.
“Good,” I say apprehensively, failing to mention what had just happened ten minutes earlier.
“A new suspect, Tim Hanson in the Mckinley murder has just been detained in cell 1. He seems to be guilty based on the claims from the key witness,” Anthony, the police sketch artist
The framers of the constitution walked a thin line to create a government that was strong but not too strong. Did they succeed? Are the powers of the federal government still separated enough?
Once in a small town in Canada there were two grocery stores, one was owned by a man named Bob and one the other was owned by Patrick. Patrick had owned a grocery store for 4 years now. So he was trying to teach Bob some things. Everything was fine until bob started stealing Patrick's customers. Bob was selling more things than patrick had ever sold. Patrick got jealous.
Sitting in class eyes closed shut as if I'm at home in my tempurpedic bed with my favorite fluffy pink blanket and big fluffy pillow. As my math teacher starts the lesson I hear nothing in my head but silence. Then suddenly from pocket I feel a beating causing me to jump up startled. Staring at my phone firm wondering who this could be calling me. I raise my hand to go to the restroom to answer this unknown call. I swiped my phone across to answer the call, "Hello." "Hello Daija Talley this is Sarah I'm calling from Beaumont hospital, we were calling you today because your mother was rushed to the hospital this afternoon and we cant get in touch with anyone." said Sarah from Beaumont hospital. My heart stopped as if I were going into
It was just like any other normal Thursday at HempPasture High School. The school day ended and I was exiting the school into the blistering cold air of mid-january. The bone-chilling wind kissed my cheeks, and hurried my rush into the field house to escape the bitter weather. I let out a sigh of relief as i entered the first set of doors, then began my decent down 2 flights of stairs to the locker room. As i descended, I couldn’t help but notice the eerie emptiness of the usually busy area of the field house. The stairwell was dimly lit, and it only seemed to get darker the more i descended. I finally came to the end of the stairwell and paused to see if i could hear anyone else as I usually would on any normal day, but all i could hear was my own faint breath. I slowly opened the door into
This has to be the strangest day I ever had, as I arrive to Rutherford High School to look for my friends, my mouth gapes open when I saw no one in the building. I stand still, bewildered a million thoughts were running in my mind. “Is it Saturday, no it's Tuesday,” I say to myself as I glance at my phone. Its 7:30 am. Where is everyone? I look to see if I had any texts from my friends when I realize I have no signal. I stand there puzzled as I hear the soft crunch of boots on the dry fall leaves, footsteps coming closer and slower each time. The person, walking gave out a screech every few seconds, a sound so vicious and menacing that echoed through out the empty street. I turn around to see who made that noise. My heart pounded like a jackhammer
My alarm shrieks piercingly through the air, and my eyelids fly open. I carelessly toss my covers aside, and begin my morning routine. Five minutes before my bus arrives I begin to rush out of the house. “Don’t forget I’m picking you up at school early today so we can go to Miami,” my mom reminds me on my way out. “Sure, okay,” I toss back at her and close the door. Just like any other school day, I traveled the day with laughs, semi focusing in classes, and other teenage fanatics. Like in most high schools, when inside the school walls there is this false sense of security that overcomes each student. Most believe that nothing can hurt them, and that nothing will happen. Failing to realize that no one is invincible and things can change at the blink of an eye. As the day proceeds, I approach my least favorite class, Biology. There was never a day that I didn’t complain about how much I hated that class and how I could not wait to leave. But today was different; It wasn’t as dreadful because this would be the period that my mom would pick me up. Fifteen minutes later, I was back to my old ways, whispering “I cannot wait to get out of here!” to my neighbor who felt the same way I did. Finally, I heard over the loud speaker: “Roshonda Bissainthe to the office” and a smile creeped across my
I had learned my lesson yesterday and instead just made my way to the library. The back of it had tons of loaded bookshelves and the front had desks and computers. I glanced at all the books as I walked to the very back and rested against a bookshelf. It was so quiet that I could hear my heartbeat and my thoughts were my own. My head still throbbed, but that was to be expected. I pulled out a novel from my bag, Vampire Academy by Richelle Mead. It was my favorite and I had read it more times than I was willing to admit. It was my go-to book whenever life was being a pain in the ass and today it was definitely
The buzzing of the bell echoed in the crowded hallway. It echoed even louder in my ears. The sound of footsteps followed as the high school students rushed to their classes. On my own, I stood there with my textbook in my hands as I skimmed through paragraphs one after another. I tried to soak up as much information as I could but I knew better that it was all in vain. It was hard to concentrate with my heart pounding loudly in my chest. “I’m going to fail” I told myself as cold beads of sweat formed on my forehead. Nevertheless, I kept trying to make sense out of these scrambled words in front of me. Midway my mind began to drift. I could almost see myself in my room last night, lying on my comfy warm bed with the phone in my hand. I remember
Even from the first legalization back in 2014, marijuana has had a very long and tough road on the path to legalization. Now if you asked a congressman “what’s the hold up?” they might say the same thing, that cannabis is dangerous plant that can hurt society if put in the wrong hands. Yes that is true but there’s more reasons as to why it’s good for some people. Let me just start with the way it’s consumed, it can be taken in any number of ways some of the most popular ways is to roll it up and smoke it or bake it into food and desserts an eaten as an edible. Now, the only marijuana that is legalized besides recreational (it’s not legalized everywhere in the united states recreationally) is medicinal marijuana where basically you have a card
“Alright guys, let go over the answers to these questions and quiet down.” The loud and familiar voices bring me back to the high school classroom. I look around and everything seems to be the same to me. I know the boy who sit in front of me, his name is Andre. I can recognize a lot of my classmates faces, but I don’t know many of their names and I haven’t talk to them before. My math teacher is about to go over some algebra questions, but a lot of my classmates are still chattering. I sat near the window and had nothing to do after finished my assignment early. I know that it is again a boring day for me just like any of other day. Daydreaming became what I do sometimes when I was very
With no other choice left, our whole class took an early morning hike to the other side of the school to get to a vacant classroom and the rest of the first period proceeded slowly. Periodically, I glanced at the clock and then at the door, hoping that someone come into the classroom with some good news. That never happened. As I pondered about whether or not I would have the chance to grab my
At a very young age, I would experience something that I will never forget for as long as I live. The events leading up to it would also be something that scared me. The worst day of my life was the morning of my 13th the birthday I had spent the night with my best friend Chris at his house. The night before his family had thrown me a big birthday party because they would not be there on my actual birthday. Only Brain, Chris, and the house staff would be there. I spent the night there because Chris had planned a whole day of fun starting with breakfast in bed. But little did I know that the day he planned would never happen all because of a fight. Words that should never have been said, words that came out of anger. That night after the party we went the garage to play his grand piano. The fight started when Chris my best friend of 13th years told me that he was going to stop his Chemotherapy because he was tired of feeling weak and being sick. The only other words I remember from that night were" Yeah go ahead kill yourself by quitting chemotherapy" those words I would come to regret the next day and every day after that. After I said what I thought I need to say I headed to the guest room which was connected to a jack and Jill bathroom. The next morning, I woke expecting to be surprised with my best walking in with a tray table of my favorite breakfast foods.
I want to share with you one of the hardest day of my life. A good Friend, and excellent person was taken from this earth. He was only 20, and didn’t get to enjoy the moment when most people officially recognize you as an adult, turning 21.
It seemed like just an ordinary day in Corpus Christi Texas for Sam Anderson, but it would end up being the most unusual day of his life…
When I got to my locker, I realized I only had two minutes to get to class. I grabbed my ridiculously heavy binder and went to class. First hour was my favorite, but today it seemed never ending. We were working on fractions and decimals, my worst subject in math. On top of that, the thought of anything happening to my mom was sickening. I was so glad when the bell finally rang, but when I got to my locker, I realized it was jammed. “Great,” I thought. Just what I wanted to have happen right now.