Willy Wonka Ticket: A Short Story

I bolted through the clear door of a small, earth-colored high school, practically slamming the door behind me. Catching my breath, I stood in the school completely drenched and shivering. Rain pounded on the clear door behind me. I stood awkwardly on a mat in front of the doorway, trying not to get the floor wet. I gazed around the hall in front of me. I couldn’t see staff in the office, nor were any students in the hallway or in the classrooms. The entire school was empty.

“Pure Imagination” is an a capella twist on the song of the same name from “Willy Wonka and the Chocolate factory”. I must admit that I was startled when I first began watching the video. I was not expecting to see the same face to be staring at me from six different bodies and it really spooked me at first. After the short period of terror, the video became mesmerizing. Jacob Collier has such a large range with his singing voice. The interval between the pitches of his voice were blended together to make the video a somewhat magical experience. He even played the melodica for the piece. He showed that he was a very talented singer with his various use of musical techniques.

So, she walked numerous blocks to the bus stop, got on the bus, and rode within two blocks of the school. She got off the bus and observed that there were many more cars along the street than normal.She heard the murmur of a crowd, but when she got to the corner of the school, she was reassured by the sight of soldiers circling the school grounds. She saw her peers going to school. She saw the guards break position as students approached the sidewalks to pass through into the school. As she approached the guard at the corner, as she had seen multiple others do, and they closed ranks. So, she thought, maybe she was not supposed to enter at this point. She walked further down the line of soldiers to another sidewalk where attempted to pass through there. Although when she stepped up, they crossed rifles. Once again she thought to herself, maybe she was supposed to go down to the main entrance. She walked toward the center of the street and approached the guard who directed her across the street into the crowd. It was only then that she realized she would not go to school.

“Good Morning Ms.Brown” Officer Nick yelled at me as I strolled through the large doors at Simon Gratz High School. Walking through those big red doors every day felt great, I felt even better seeing my friends in first period. We all had gym together and health. The class was 90 minutes long but what better way to spend those 90 minutes running around jumping rope and playing tag. I headed to the locker room on the lower level of the school where I ran into to one of the girls that a friend of mine had beef with the day before. She stared at me but in the back of my mind I’m thinking to myself this bitch don’t want it with me. I continue on to the bathroom to change my clothes and get ready for class. As I’m walking to towards the gym I overhear a group of girls talking about me. So I decided to dip of into the lockers to get a

I’m just your average teenage girl who would rather be in bed watching “Grey’s Anatomy” on a Friday night than going to a football game but will also be the type to take a road trip at 3:00 am to the beach to watch the sunrise on a Saturday morning. I’m a very humble person who doesn’t really worry about the future. As kids, we grow up worrying about the future and we tend to depend on it. We go to school so in the future we can get a career and hope that that career will support us later. I like to be very optimistic and just worry about the things happening in the moment. Being able to enjoy life with the people that make me happy and creating memories that will last a lifetime is the way I live by. Life is so precious, people mistake it by thinking life is all about going to

I trudge through the hallway in disbelief that it’s only the second week of my junior year. The tumultuous sea of students push passed my slender body; I keep my head down watching the shuffling of feet as I make my mindless progression. Obfuscated, my mind struggles to recall life before this weekend but such an egregious event is not easily forgotten. How was I going to explain myself? Somehow I made it to my English classroom where my affable teacher sat diligently bent over papers. Even though he appears undeniably nonthreatening my hands still shake amid my trek to his desk. Not knowing how to commence telling my story I simply blurt out “I’m sorry if I start crying in class...my dad tried to kill me this weekend.”

Walking into the classroom, something just didn't seem right. The lights were out, blinds closed, and only one shadowy figure sat at the teacher’s desk. Just by the shape of the figure I could tell it wasn’t my teacher. A chill swept through the room making the hairs on my neck stand up. I began to sweat and my hands shook. I stood, staring at the shadow at the front of the room. I finally built up enough courage to mutter out “Who are you?” The figure then spoke with a deep, threatening voice “I think you know who I am!” This was true, I had met the figure a few years ago. I tried to escape the past, but it caught up to me. “How did the school let you in?” I asked. “Do you really think that I would come in here with permission?

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

Sitting in front of the television I lie still, waiting to see what the first lottery number is. My family of 7sits with me. Number 258 is called. Not me. A few more numbers are being called, 109, 211, 21… I watch as the man pulls a white slip of paper out of the glass bowl, and call out another number, 45. In shock my body freezes, I sit there, still and quiet. My little sister Jenny, finally breaks the ice of the silent, motionless room, she runs toward me, crying, grabbing me so tight I couldn't move even if I wanted to. Although all sounds were at a mute, I move my head to see the rest of the family, mom was screaming as tears were running down her face, dad was holding her probably trying to calm her down. I turn my head to the other side to see my older brother Mike whose head was resting on his hands, processing this information. Out of the corner of my eye I

I wanted to go into the school, i wondered why? There was a gun fired, I ran in unnoticed by all the screaming people that ran away from the man. More were fired, 4 bullets, worst outcome: 4 corpses. I made my way through the crowd and saw him shoot another down. About to fire I grabbed the gun and redirected the shot to the wall. Then I gripped his arm tightly and flipped him over, into the floor. I looked down at him as he struggled and pointed the gun at me. I took the gun away and pointed at him in return, he froze then began to stand. He raised his fist to fight I shot him right in the head without a blink. It took awhile for all of them to register what had just happened. I dropped the gun and stepped on it, to reveal shattered. The police

It was an ordinary day. I went to school and was walking to class when all of a sudden it felt like I wasn’t myself. I completely went blank but when I was brought back I was struggling to get away from two police officers. I yanked myself out of their grasp and fell to the floor. I looked around and saw multiple of my classmates lying on the ground.

What would you do if you found $500? I walked out of my house on a warm, sunny day in May. It felt like it was going to be like any other summer day, my Mom and I driving around, running errands, and our first stop, Target. After coming out of Target, where we went to get the random miscellaneous things that we needed I saw it…What I saw was a wad of green, a green color I know so well. Tucked amongst the rocks in a median there lie a wad of the cleanest, crispest $50 bills. Shocked, my mom and I counted the bills, there were $500. “Oh my gosh,” she exclaimed, “there is $500 here!” Being luck enough to find $500, I knew exactly how to spend it.

When everyone finished eating their scarabs, except for shorty and willy who looked sort of shock, the next course was brought to the table. When I opened up the tray, steam came out of it and I could sniff the old spices and herbs, the Turkish bay leaves and Aleppo pepper smells revived in my head the times I used to go to my grandfather excavations in the Gobekli Tepe Temple in the east part of Turkey. At first it looked like a regular chicken soup, I thought finally something not too flamboyant. However, when I heard willy squealing just as she was about to have the first spoonful, I got intrigued about what would be the soup made of, what could be underneath. When I grabbed my spoon, a big white eye floated to the surface, the shiny dark

As a teen girl you have super intelligence, you are young and impressionable. What you see in yourself will reflect on who you become. Look at yourself through the eyes of your maker. You have been placed here on earth to leave a mark. Aspire for greatness.

A person adolescent experience shape there identity as a person by the way they are raised. People tend to act different depending on how their parents treated them. If your parents were always their for you and helped you through the hard times, then you will most likely grown up a good well behaved person. If your parents were always there for you, then you might end up as someone who doesn’t care much about life or anything else. It just depends on how you were raised. Some people that are really smart, probably had parents that didn’t put up with B’s or C’s. Average people that you might see working at a business office, probably had parents that just didn’t want to see F’s.