“Class, today we will be studying about the history of accessories,” my social studies teacher, Mrs. Glutenberg, announced. “Hooray!” exclaimed all of the girls in the class. Meanwhile, I leaned back in my seat and was daydreaming. I wondered what made accessories so important that they have a history behind them. “Ahem. Miss Adelina, put that seat down now! By the way, what is the answer to the question?” asked Mrs.Glutenberg. Mrs.Glutenberg’s exclamation shook me out of my daydream. I quickly glanced up to see my teacher a few arm lengths away from me. “Uh, yes Mrs.Glutenberg?” I stammered from my seat. I sheepishly looked around the class to see what we are doing. Not one sign of anything told me what we are doing today in class. “Adelina, you are going to detention hall right after lunch!” she screeched. “ I expect to see you after lunch first, so I can assign you some work to do.” “Yes ma’am,” I replied with a sigh. I let my head drop to my shoulders. Another victim of the history whiz, I thought. A few hours later, I returned to my social studies class. There, Mrs.Glutenberg gave me my work to do in detention room. During the process, she also went into detail about behaving in class. I just nodded every once a while, but other than that, I was still daydreaming. At about 12:34, she sent me into the detention room. I swept a quick glance over the room for an empty seat. At last, I found an unoccupied desk at the end of the room. The seemed to be avoided. The students sitting beside it had moved their seats well out of range from the empty desk. Mentioning it, I realized why. The desk seemed to be a mythical creature! I let out a heavy sigh and trotted toward the seat. Thump. I threw my books down at the side of my ... ... middle of paper ... ...s ever wanted to do was stay glued to their electronics.” “Well, I can’t blame them. Whenever I get home, the first thing I do is get on my laptop,” I informed her. Sheepishly to myself, I giggled at the thought of it. “I am not that surprised since you are one of your fellow human species. Are you ready for the big truth?” asked Cecily with a solemn voice. She was staring at me with dark eyes that proved the truth was a big deal. I sat there and thought about it for a second. “If it is that important of a secret, then yes, I am ready to take it in,” I told Cecily. I wiggled around my seat until I got to a comfortable position. “Once the humans forgot about us, we became a world that is lost. Nobody knows how to get here except for those that are left behind. The chance we were pushed out of the human’s importance, we developed our own way of living. For example, we
For the third time today, everyone in the classroom was in a standstill. Eventually, I was greeted with eighteen pair of eyes, which appeared to say, ‘who in the hell do you think you are talking to her like that?’ heck, you would’ve thought I called the girl out of her name with the dirty stares I was receiving.
I walk past the secretaries’ desks and I can feel their eyes shaming me. As I approach the principal’s office, I hear his gruff voice through the doorway. “Well, I apologize for this inconvenience, Miss Taylor. You are free to return to class.”
"I just don't think I'll do well ... I don't understand the... As he strutted into the classroom, the two kids in conversation groaned.
“When we were captured, I was brought to a judge. The judge asked me to tell him the truth about what was happening between us.” Julia said.
“Yes hello I would like to have a conversation with the administration about my daughter coming home crying because her teacher Mrs. Price had forced my daughter to wear a sweater and humiliate her in the middle of class.”
Suddenly, Mr. Suz cleared his throat. He looked out at the class and began to speak. What he said though surprised everyone, especially me.
“I’m glad one of us is confident,” I said. I rolled onto my back and stared up at the ceiling, wishing I could sink into the mattress and sleep forever. “It may be too late for me to do anything.”
I walked in and my stomach made a flip-flop like riding “The Scream” at Six Flags. Everyone was staring at me! With their curios eyes and anxious to know who I was. I froze like ice and felt the heat rise through my face. My parents talked to my teacher, Ms.Piansky. Then my mom whispered “It’s ti...
“Um, well… I slept late last night perfecting my homework,” I stated tiredly, hoping she would just go away and leave me alone as I did my homework.
“I didn’t get a chance to do my chores today. I was busy earlier, but I’ll make sure to get them done after work.”
"Okay," I managed halfheartedly. How unfair. Now I knew something I shouldn't; even worse, I had to "pretend" to be clueless. Becky hadn't even given me a chance to say, "No, I don't want to know." I honestly didn't want to know. I had been in similar situations before and gotten burned. I lost a dear friend because of revealed secrets and gossip. Curiosity doesn't even get the best of me anymore.
I felt a shock go through my body as I numbed up. “Wh wha what did she want?” My math teacher Mrs. Armstrong was worried about me and the fact that I do all the work in class and homework and when it comes time to take a test I fail. My teacher was willing to let me retake my test.
Nate resisted the urge to roll his eyes. A tardy student was required to acknowledge the motto before taking a seat. "Yes, ma'am. It is." He walked to the back of the class and took a seat next to his best friend Ell. He winked at her, and she hurriedly wrote on a slip of paper and passed it to him.
I headed out to the kitchen to get breakfast that my mom cooked for me. Then, I noticed a blank sheet of paper. A naked, colorless, blank sheet of paper situated there on the kitchen table. Boy did I love to draw unusual things on blank pieces of scrap paper, so I thought. Luckily there was that snaggy old pencil of mine lying there, laying right where I needed it to be, by the paper. I quickly picked up the pencil and started to think. Again, my brain worked its way back in the past thinking of the school policy. Telling me what not to do, increased my ignorance to do the inevitable. How dare the school policy tell me what to do, “No threatening of school members or staff.”
“Gagandeep sir. We are grade eighth students. We were suppose to in our English class.” I murmured.