Why I Didn 't Be Public Enemy

“Shut up, boy,” Emmett snapped. “I’m not ready to waste a bullet.” He eyed Kat with disdain. “This harlot’s not going to sully my reputation or disgrace the family name.”

He then does her a consideration that if she hears some “ugly talk at school,” then “just hold your head high and keep those fists down.”

Clarence wasn’t very excited about the upcoming school year at his new school, just starting highschool with a bad rep isn’t good for street cred. In fact Clarence was anxious about attending his new school, he didn’t know what people would think of him, how they would treat him, would they leave him out of all the class activities and parties if they had known what he’d done? Clarence, sitting in his room thinking, hears a beating at his window. Confused, Clarence glances through his heavy gay curtains into the pitch black night. He scans and searches through the weed and bushes only to find his best friend,

Within seconds I had a decision to make. My heart was pounding, my conscious started to kick in, should I act or should I blend in? Everyone was laughing, it just didn’t feel right. It was like any other day at Tippin Elementary School, roaming the halls I stopped by this boy named Tommy. From a glance, he seemed timid, shy, and a bit nerdy but he was the kindest person you’d ever meet. On the opposite side of hallway walked the jocks or so-called “cool kids.” No one dared to speak up against them, it was as they were wanting everyone to fear them. All of a sudden the toughest of the group slowly walked up to where we were sitting, opened up his water bottle, and poured it all over Tommy. He slurred racist and inappropriate comments, kids all around me began to burst out into laughter.

While attending Judson High School in the beginning of my senior year, our advisory teacher Mrs. Evans

principal. He wasn't ever going to let students fix the problems in our school. The peeling paint,

There was an old “CRT” TV, like the type that had littered the shelves of my brother’s pawn shop, hitched up against the corner of the convenience store I had just walked into. Although the image was blurry, I recognized immediately what was showing. I placed the hood of my sweatshirt over my head and walked in, my hands stuffed in the two pockets on either side of the sweatshirt. I cursed the fact that the sweatshirt had the words “Donovan’s Fight Club” in big, decorative cursive letters on the back, embroidered by the lady down the street from the club. I grabbed the milk I had come in for and scooped up a bag of Skittles for Margie. Then I walked up to the counter, pulling out a wad of bills from my back pocket. The attendant, much to my

She spoke quietly and cautiously, “Grant, I know I’ve been harsh on some of your past girlfriends, but I was meanin’ to tell you that I’m gonna try to be better to Vivian.”

was Mrs. Huber who made English a terrible subject for me. I did pass the class with an A but I did not gain anything from her class. She would mostly explain us about her life and achievements, that had nothing to do with English, but students would ask her more questions to distract her. She was a great teacher but didn't have the qualities that I wanted in a teacher. For instance, teaching students on how to create a good thesis statement or how to create a works cited page. Mrs. Huber made us read a new book every nine weeks and just write quotes from the book and write how they

Tom mccall, where I went to 6th grade was also where I had the worst grades of my life. It was my first conference of 6th grade I was feeling confident. But little did I know what was going to happen.

During the Great Depression, times were tough on American citizens. Jobs were scarce and people had no way of providing for their families. This cause an increase in crime during the time of poverty. Some were small like stealing wood to keep family’s warm others were big like stealing from banks and murdering people. The two most famous for these two crimes, Bonnie and Clyde, stopping at nothing for what they want. In the end, they got what they needed.

A person that I could not stand, was my high school coach Ms. Burns, she had an awful personality, was unfair, and condescending. One reason why she had an awful personality was because she was arrogant and stuck up. When I would raise my hand in class or call out her name she would ignore me and act like I wasn’t there. Every time I would smile at her, she would look at me with a mean face instead, and if she did respond back to me she would talk to me in a rude way. Another reason why she was unbearable, is because she was unfair and careless, In class she would have everyone do pushups and planks, those were exercises I could not do because of an accident I had which broke my back and my elbow, every time I’d do the exercises my elbow would

     As Charles Dixon walked in his office he was thinking about what other fun things he should do to punish the students at good ole Merced High. As you could see Mr. Dixon is the commander, leader, or just as we call it today, a principal. After the war that happen between the students and the staff there as been a lot more strictness to the school rules. Ever since I left this school its basically been more like a public military school. Your probably wondering why I’m not at Merced High School well, I got kicked out. I was walking with my disc man to my class and all electronics must be off when the bells ring infuriately there happen to be a sniper on the west wing of the campus and has soon as the

My worst class experience all started in 10th grade year in an Algebra 2 class taught by Mr.Trichtinger or Mr.T for short. I'm going to tell you the horror he unleashed upon me and everybody else in that class. He could have probably won worst teacher of the year for that season because I don't see how anybody could've topped his performance in that category. I had never met a teacher that went out of their way to start arguments with their students. I had never met before a person I truly hated with a passion all before I met Mr.T.

As I glanced at the back of my shoulder, I had seen Adam racing across the backyard. A woman was in a blind, irrational rage that we were running across her back yard. My friend, Adam hopped up the fence though, and went across, and like that we were gone. There was no propose in jumping across the angry women’s fence and through her backyard. We both just agreed to do it. The sense of mischief gave us a euphoric rush. We knew that we were both unwanted and invisible, but it gave us a sense of authenticity, as well as a sense of purpose. We had our small group of misfits. Together we made life hard for those in our high school, and the all people in the neighborhood. We accepted, we would never be in the colorful candy shop, which is popularity, high esteem, and people who work regular nine to five jobs. It was not going to be for us. We approached the window of that candy shop. Glanced through the flawless windows, and spat on them. Who ever was watching inside. We gave them the finger, and laughed.