Why I Don 't Like Jeremiah

“I guess,” I said, mumbling under my breath once she could no longer hear me. I took my seat... it was time to take the test. The teacher handed me my test packet. I took a gulp. I don’t know this. I won’t be able to do this. I told myself, flipping open the first page. I’ll skip this and come back to it… Uggg! I might as well just skip all of them! I went through the formulas, over and over, and in what seemed like no time at all, the teacher was collecting our papers. I gave mine to her and slumped low in my chair.

In the book Soar by Joan Bauer, Jeremiah is the main character. He loves playing baseball and doesn’t let anyone or anything get in his way when it comes to it. Even though he has an unhealthy heart he still has a great personality. In one part of the book Jeremiah's team were going to play a game but they only had 13 players. Jeremiah didn’t want to quit, so he found other players to play on his team. Jeremiah was adopted by his dad, Walter he was left in front of Walter’s work and there he was left with a stuffed eagle and started liking eagles since then. Jeremiah has brown and gold hair which reaches a little bit past his shoulder and he’s 12 years old. He had a heart transplant at the age of (age). If you don't know what a transplant is, it means an organ wasn’t working

"Settle down, all of you, and pass your assignments to the front of the class," he said, removing his jacket. Emelie reached into her hot pink binder and pulled out the worksheet she'd finished just minutes before. It was crumpled and rushed, and she hoped Carlisle wouldn't notice that there were clearly two distinct sets of handwriting on the page.

“Of course I have, we had a few classes together, I never fully got to know him but I wish that I had,” James replied innocently.

"I don't care you know why, there is this cute boy my brothers roommate and we went on a date tonight sort of. He is funny and sweet, something Jeremiah was not,"I say.

"Why not?" She whines crossing her arms and pouting like a four year old child.

He smiled at you, “Yep. It’s fine, though. What do you say we go look for some dinner?”

Tutoring schedules, behavior sheets, below average practice regents scores, and hundreds of grade print outs flutter away from my backpack. My blood is flowing in like a dam. Tears start to pool in my eyes when I think about all the time and effort used in that assignment. I HAVE TO FIND THAT ESSAY, I internally yelled. My clothes began to stick to my body, as I am drenched in sweat.

… “This is going to be hard to remember.” Juniper thought to herself. “But no worries, I’ll study and pass this class with a good grade,” as her sanguine mind brought good thoughts to her head.

“Alright then. Just ponder what you will decide throughout the school day. Just remember what I said.” he replied in a calm

I attempted to hide my nerves. I’ve managed to get out of speaking in front of the class for the past year or so. I doubt some know what my voice sounds like. But I’m fine with that. Reluctantly, I read, confusing myself with the many names I have not been paying attention to since we started reading it. Luckily, the chapter is short, so rather quickly I look up to Mr. Walker again.

"Mhm," replied Ludwig as he propped himself against the couch. He looked back toward Gilbert. "I suppose you aren't heading to class for a while, then."

“Jacob’s a bit funny about you and all. He’s got his own demons in a way, but you’re a friend, John, and we’re probably going to be in the same university taking the same

The warm sunshine that was streaming through the classroom window was doing nothing to help my concentration as I sat in class trying to pay attention. The teacher’s monotone voice droning on about some dead men who fought in a battle hundreds of years ago was slowly putting me to sleep.

I sat in the very back of the classroom shielding my face with any book that was in sight. That way wouldn’t get called upon to read, but I guess my camouflage of books wasn’t good enough. I was assigned a part in the book to read and I could tell you, I was not happy. As we began to read I could see that my character’s part was starting to inch closer and closer. My heart started to beat out of my chest and the more my throat started to knot up. I was having second thoughts about even coming to school that day, but as I began to read, I started to get more into the book. It began to catch my interest and from that point on I started to realize it was more than just reading a book word per word. There was more to the story than what the paper full of writing would