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odor. Scrunching my nose up in disgust, I take my seat at the front of the class. Soon, other students start arriving, and they complain about the smell. Our history teacher, a plump middle-aged woman we call Mrs. B, enters the room right before the bell rings to signal the start of class and apologizes for the smell, stating that someone in her previous class had vomited, and the janitor had to clean the area because of that. Mrs. B says that we can have a free day to do whatever we want since we

There was a warm breeze that Friday in September when I packed my two large bags, kissed my family and friends good-bye, and left my home. Thus the greatest adventure of my life was begun. On my first day of studying in France, I woke up early and took a quasi-shower, which consisted of sprinkling myself with water for hours until all the soap finally drained out of my hair. My dressing procedures were followed by a silent breakfast that consisted of some bitter-tasting, dark liquid and a hard, bread-like

Friday: November 4, 2022 3:00 At the sudden ringing of the school bell, Yuyuki quietly stood up with the rest of her class and faced the front of the classroom and bowed, following the teacher's example. She stuffed the test paper she was handed back into her book bag and prepared to leave when a couple of her classmates tapped her on the way out. "Ne, Kamiya-san, want to join us? We're going to the store later for candy!" The trio waited impatiently for her answer, and when she politely shook

“What!” The word echoed off the walls, the current occupants of Albus Dumbledore’s office having shouted it simultaneously “There is no way-” “Are you out of your mind-” “Have you finally gone senile-” “I don’t really think-” Remus Lupin, Harry Potter, Draco Malfoy, and Severus Snape all raised their voices at once, shouting nearly unintelligibly as Dumbledore twinkled merrily at them from behind his desk. “Now boys, I do believe we should all quiet down before we wake up the entire castle

I am _____ , that day when I was walking down the hall I did not know what was happening. I thought I was gonna walk to class, finish the school day, and then go home. But that is not what happened at all, not even close. What really happened is as I walked down the hall a person in a black hoodie pulled out a handgun, shot me , then ran away. It was all very dramatic, everyone around me turned I slowly looked down and realized there was a bullet hole in my chest. People crowed around as I fell to

I looked at the school clock; it read 2:59. I was chanted in my head come on come on. For a whole minute I couldn't hear anything the teacher said, just the ticking of the clock. And there it was. Ding! Ding! Ding! The school bells rang, I quickly got out of my chair and nearly knocked everyone in my path. Everyone ran, it was thanksgiving eve! Everybody can't wait to go home and prepare a feast. This year I get to bring 3 of my friends. Peter, John and Jimmy. Peter is the smallest and always carries

Ding! Dong! Ding! The 12:30 lunch bell rings, and the students who ate lunch at that time were being dismissed from class. The hallways that were once empty, was now filled with students. “Hey Maya! Come walk with us to lunch!” Lucinda yelled from across the busy hallway. Quickly she squeezed past 20 or 30 students; before she even made it to where the other two girls were standing. “Whats for lunch today?” Maya had asked while rubbing her stomach. “I'm like so hungry right now!” As soon as they

to loved ones, will make them feel that they are trustworthy and close enough for to reveal their feelings. Honesty plays an important role in raising children to be good citizens. When I was six years old, one spring afternoon I was waiting for the bell to ring to go home from school. The Principal, Mrs. Garcia came to my classroom to give us a last minute announcement. I do not remember what she was talking about, because my mind was set on packing up and

many themes that can be associated with the novel, For Whom the Bell Tolls. The story has love, hate, rivalry, duty, war, and several more topics of concern. However, war plays the most important role among all of the possible themes. There is war all around the characters, but it is not limited to battles or physical wars. Wars appear between ideologies, guerrilla band members, beliefs, inner emotions, and decisions. In For Whom the Bell Tolls, Hemingway shows, through war, an example of a ¡°good¡±

dragged my sorry butt inside. After only a minute or two of searching the halls I had found my homeroom and took a seat near the back, close to the windows. I had reckoned that at least looking out the windows would’ve kept me occupied until the next bell rang. Homeroom kicked