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Grumbling, Nina Young stumbled out of her bed. The first thing she did was look outside at the raindrops that drummed on her window. As Nina tripped over her alarm, she remembered why she was awake at such an early hour.
“OH NO!” It was the first day of school.
Nina ran out the door ten minutes late wearing her school uniform which was a white button down and a black circle skirt. Nina hadn’t even eaten anything after saying goodbye to her parents, but she could handle hunger. What she couldn’t handle was being late. Luckily, she knew her way around Bayview, which was good considering she’s been in Japan for the past two years.
“Goodbye Nina.”
“It won’t be too long, don’t you dare forget me.”
He grinned. “See you around Nina.”
‘I wonder if he’s different,’ Nina thought to herself. She dismissed the idea. He had never really changed in the 10 years they’ve been friends.
Bayview High had come into view, a colossal staircase, lined both sides of the building leading to a balcony on the roof. Suddenly, image of a snapping tree branch flashed in Nina's mind. It had troubled her since that day.
It was a gorgeous summer day, and six year old Nina Young was sitting on a branch, whistling, on the tree in her yard, one that went over the fence. Until, she heard a voice through the leaves.
“Hello?”
She found a boy standing under her. He was about her age, his hair was dark like his eyes.
“Hi!” Nina smiled at him, but he frowned.
“I can't see you.” It was Nina's turn to frown. Her mother warned her about the branches over the fence, but she wanted to meet him, so she decided to be brave. Nina went over to the weaker branches and finally saw him, the boy looked up.
“Hi,” he said, “Who are you?”
“I’m Nina Young, what's your n...
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... can't walk into class like this!”
The three boys looked at each other. Ashton and Mason were just damp, and David didn't really care that his upper body was now for the viewing. Then Ashton had a brilliant idea.
“David, do you still have your varsity jacket in your locker?”
David glanced at Ashton for a moment. Wow, the moron had a good idea. The group raced to David’s locker and he grabbed his jacket, which Nina took immediately. She looked at the left side and the first thing that she saw was a cherry blossom pin.
“I got you something.”
Nina handed him a box. The pair were at the airport along with Nina’s parents, a few minutes before Nina would depart.
David raised an eyebrow. “Aren't I the one who’s supposed to give you the present?”
Nina shrugged. “You’ve given me enough.” she pointed to the set of keys around her neck. “I wanted you to remember me every day.
was the only way out for Boy, because his shadow was much to big to confront.
trusting of the older boys: “The small boy squatted in front of Ralph, looking up brightly and
As thoughts were swimming in my head about the horrible possibilities that could happen to my sister, I saw him. Lizzie’s long-time crush, as well as mine. It was Mr. Morris’ son, Benjamin. Mr. Morris stood up, his back to me....
That same night, I walked by Hannah’s cell and I saw her staring down at a newspaper clip out of a young teenager shaking hands with another man. I recognized that the boy was the man who visited today. Could he be Hannah’s son? If he is, then why hadn’t he visit her all this time? Hannah brushed her fingers across the books on her shelf, and took out a sheet of paper and started writing in it. This time, her eyes turned grey and they were empty, but free.
In front of them was Orson. He looked badly beaten to Gilbert. Trunk rushed over to him, followed by Gilbert. Gilbert surveyed the area around, there was a crowd gathering in closer, curiously. Trunk caught Orson before he hit the ground. His face was bloody, one eye already puffy. A stream of blood flowed out of his nostril.
By the time she looked up at the clock it was 11:28, she had two minutes, Armani had no time to make sure she had everything she just took off running leaving Tristan mid-sentence as well as leaving her cap behind in her haste. As soon as she arrived home she was once again in the clothes she had on before her godmother had appeared. Her hair was a mess again and her makeup was all gone, but she had no time to worry about the missing cap for she knew Jaelyn would be walking through that door any second and she still needed to finish cleaning her room.
"And here we are. This will be Lea's room and your luggage should already be in there."
“Ugh, 2:41.” She walked to the kitchen and guzzled down a glass of water. Leonna returned to her bedroom to attempt sleep again, but when she climbed into bed, she felt something odd on her sheets.
Larah’s eyes glistened. “How can I ever repay you, for what you have done for me?”
As Steven turned around something caught his eye. He pointed to a bundle of clothes in the corner of the room. We all turned to look. Wait, it wasn’t a bundle of clothes...it was David.
As I opened the doors to Lynn Gross Discovery School P.S. 17Q. I felt the butterflies in my stomach. It was the first day of school in America for me and had a bad feeling. My mom, my dad, my sister, Monica and I step inside the school. I looked inside the enormous hallway and the walls covered with artwork and pictures. My dad commanded my sister, Monica and I “I have to go to the office and do something. You two sit down on the benches and wait with your mom.” Monica and I agreed and said, “Okay.’’ I felt the clock ticking by and I wished for the world to stop turning. I waited and waited and waited. Finally, I decided to ask my mom something. “Mom, do you know how to say I don’t know how to speak English in English?” I asked her in Russian. She told me how and I tried to remember. I repeated the words over and over again like a singer trying to memorize the lyrics to a song, until my dad finally came out the office. My dad told us “You are now officially students of P.S.157. Now it time to go to your classrooms” in Russian.
“But you still know it's true. Can you even remember a time when you weren't subliminally drawn to Danny? Can you remember the first time you looked in a mirror and felt as if something was wrong with your reflection, that the colors were all wrong?”
The third maddening buzz of my alarm woke me as I groggily slid out of bed to the shower. It was the start of another routine morning, or so I thought. I took a shower, quarreled with my sister over which clothes she should wear for that day and finished getting myself ready. All of this took a little longer than usual, not a surprise, so we were running late. We hopped into the interior of my sleek, white Thunderbird and made our way to school.
I was so excited yet so terrified at the thought of my first day in
The first day of class was absolutely not that bad as I thought it would be. The time that I picked was great its not to last but its not too early. It s just the right time to get to class. The classroom was as scorching like the desert. It is very hot in the class. It makes write in the class hard to do but that is something I guess I just have to deal with. Just like Columbia is around this time of year. The class also seems to have some interesting people in the class. There was a lot of dance and film majors there so I consider were bound to here some intense story’s.