West Peace High School: A Short Story

That’s right folks, you read the headline right! Lately in Reardan High School, the new student named Junior is the talk of the school. His real name is Arnold and he is a Indian who came from the Spokane Indian Reservation. We have asked his classmates about what are their opinions and thoughts about him. Most of them have said, their first impression of Junior was interesting, considering he was one of the first Indians willing to go to a school like Reardan. According to a classmate, Junior was in a fight where he punched a guy’s face. And ended up winning people’s respect, especially the guy he fought with. He is now dating the “prettiest girl” in the school and is fitting in with all of the kids. He recently tried out for basketball and

“ In the early month of May at the Menifee Middle School, it was a normal day until ‘YES’, ‘HIT HIM’ ‘HIT HIM.’ Students were pilling out into the schoolyard toward the echoes of cheering. With the excitement in the air, it was the chance for students to grasp the glimpse moment of exhilaration.

I am Tahnieah Leach the daughter of Letisha Allen and the granddaughter of Angela Leach out of Chadbourn North Carolina. I attend West Columbus High School in Cerro Gordo were I was a former cheerleader, track runner, and also participated in the dance, theater, chorus, and talent search programs offered at my school. If I had to describe myself I would say I was a very outgoing, determined, and dedicated person. When I have a goal, passion, or interest in something I dedicate my time to learn more about it, perfect, and mater it. My high school career has been a mixture of ups downs twist and turns but through it all it has taught me many life lessons and has been four years to remember. High school has shown me who I really am as a person, it has

I am Mr. LaBreck. I am not the Principal of Chocksett Middle School in the Wachusett Regional School District. I am just an ordinary man who lives on a farm with an ordinary house. And ordinary animals. But something out of the ordinary happened

I’ve been at Barrington Middle School for three years. It is the place where I transitioned from a child bright-eyed and ready for the world, to the older, if not wiser young adult, that I am today. I’ve been here through the good times and the bad as I went from year to year. I am leaving this institution of knowledge more prepared because of AVID. I am leaving ready for my life ahead.

I can still remember that day... Heart was beating real fast, palms were sweating, stumbling across my words and I honestly felt like the world was coming to an end. Starting over at a new school halfway through the year has got to be every kid’s nightmare. I went from a private to a public school which was the hardest switch of my life.

We pull up to the May Wood County High School, my mom quickly drives off as I get out of the car. I turn to the building, not even two seconds after looking at it, a lady in black comes up to me and grabs my arm. "You need to get in the school before the bell rings young man!" Her voice was eerie in a sense. She dragged me into the building, standing there were tons of other students talking to their friends and socializing. The lady walks back outside to "greet" the other late students. I stand in the middle of the sea of students, not knowing what to do. Everyone was eyeing me and I could definitely hear them talking about me, all of a sudden the bell rang and the flock of kids moved down the hall to their first period. I had to take a quick

I feel as if happiness is a joke and no one ever let me in on the punchline. I see others enjoying it and having a grand old time, but I just don’t quite get it. There are times when I think I have figured it out, but it will slip from my grip and I’m left miserable, once again finding that I was wrong about it all along. It’s a vicious cycle of never-ending despair. That’s just my life for you.

Swoosh! goes the car door as I close it. I push the doors open like pearly golden gates as I walk into the building. It seems oddly quiet on this Thursday morning. Usually kids are jumping off the walls like maniacs. Other than that, it seems like a normal day at Harrison Middle School.

If you knew anything about Penelope Wood you wouldn’t expect her to be lying dead on the cold cement just meters away from the last incident, and yes this isn’t the first time someone has “committed suicide” at Middle Park High. I find it absurd that anyone would ever think she would purposely climb to the top of the science block and jump, like what makes those stupid cops think it was a suicide? Not to mention only the teachers had keys to the stairs after what Thomas did. Something like this would never have crossed her mind and I most definitely know this because she was my friend, not just because she was the only one who stuck by when everyone else harassed me after my Mother made me cut my hair like a boy but because we were almost the

A time where I held a single story is when I was younger I thought all muslims were shooters and bombers that carried suicide vests, AK-47s, and curved daggers. That was around fourth grade when the only thing that was on the news reported on was the war in Iraq and all the terrorism that was happening everywhere, that was also the time where Osama Bin Laden was killed. In that time even the school I went to was messed up because there were two muslim kids in the class and everyone was scared of them because at recess they would pray, and everyone would like make jokes that they were summoning curses upon Americans. Soon enough we thought that they were actually summoning curses on Americans after a

As the sun lazily climbed the sky, South Christian High School was just beginning to wake up. Some teachers had already shown up and were walking around the school or working in their classrooms. The few early-bird students roamed the halls, some chatting quietly with their friends. A few children were working tirelessly trying to finish their homework before the first bell

It all started at Wachter Middle School in Mr. Puffe’s classroom. Paige, Emma, Carli, Tessa, and Macie were in Mr.Puffe’s classroom working on a project they had to finish. Emma and Tessa were doing all the science stuff while Paige, Carli, and Macie were just talking about what they should mix together to make a different creature. They thought of maybe doing like a zebra and a panda or an elephant and a giraffe or should we do a giraffe, elephant, zebra. They couldn’t figure out what to do so they ask Emma and Tessa what the should do.

“ Yea, I heard that there’s a nutty negro student became the president of an Americanism Club in Cleveland Central High School. I bet that poor thing didn’t even know what is Americanism.”

It seemed like a normal day at Majikku High School, it was lunch time and I ate outside with the football team. “Raven, are you excited for the game next week?” asked Nicholas, I opened my lunchbox and nodded. I wanted to tell Nicholas ‘Every game is important to a caption’ but there wasn’t much of a point. The game really wasn’t that important to me, I was going to be a senior next year and I’m more focused on getting a job. Nicholas kept talking about the game, he is probably the most excited about it. There is a total of 15 players on the team. Me, Nicholas, Max, Charlie, Flame, Zane, Aaron, Laurance, Tony, Spencer, Craig, Tyler, Evan, David, and Jonathan are all important to the team. Everyone has there own parts and we act like a huge family, there are always a few fights every now and then but we all get along. After a bit of talking and eating, the bell rang and it was time for everyone to get to class. I stuffed my lunchbox into my backpack and ran to Honors Chemistry. I always saw my class schedule as a game, if I can get to each class before the