Anya's Pov. "And this is the library," the principle droned. I kept standing on my tip toes and then went back to standing flat on my feet. "Books can be checked out for 3 weeks before becoming overdue. You are welcome to come here during lunch and after classes." he continued. I spotted this girl with black hair and bright blue ends. Wicked! I thought, I had always wanted bright blue hair but my mom wouldn't allow me. She liked my golden hair, I have no idea why. I walked over to the girl. "Hello! My is Anya," I began excited, "Who are you?" I asked. I noticed a girl who was standing next to the girl with sick hair turn around. The girl had very pale skin, and cool, mint green eyes. I wonder if she's a vampire? If she is, I so want her turn …show more content…
Anya Sprout. Who's that? I wondered. "Hey Rayne," Evan caught up to me and grabbed my hand I smiled "Hey babe" I said. "Who are you with?" "Some guy named Jay" he answered, looking at his slip. "Never met him." "It'll be fun to meet new people" I said. He nodded in agreement. "So are you trying out for swim team tomorrow?" he asked, already knowing the answer. "Do fish live in the sea?" I asked as an answer to the question. "I barely even need to try out though. I know I'm getting in." My mom is The little mermaid. Yeah. That’s why I have scales on my legs. This has made me the fastest swimmer ever to attended a fairytale school. That, along with my singing voice and good looks have really contributed to my popularity. We walked up the many flights of stairs. "Well this is my floor" Said Evan. "Room 48D" he kissed me on the cheek and walked away. I continued up the stairs. I don't know why my room was up so high. Top floor. I didn't always feel comfortable in the air. But oh well, I'll deal. I opened the door and walked in. My roommate was already sitting on her bed. "Hello! She started, "my name is Anya. My mother is Rapunzel. That is why our dorm is so high. I have to live in a tower right now. Technically I am already breaking the rules but, who cares." She finished with a huge breath. Apparently she had said that in one go. I mentally face palmed. I have to spend the year with a hyperactive weirdo. Great. "I'm Rayne… Daughter of the little mermaid…" …show more content…
My room wasn't that far up. Only 21E. Second floor. I opened the door. Robin had already tarted setting up. All of her stuff was blue and purple. "Hey Bri! Great luck we have, huh? She piped enthusiastically. I smiled. "Yeah. I sat down on the bed and started setting up. I set up some art supplies on the desk. I really liked to draw. "Do you think there's an art club Robin?" I asked anxiously. "Yeah, probably. I mean it's HIGH SCHOOL. What club isn't there" She had a point I shrugged and continued. 'I wonder if anyone is going to actually talk to me this year' I thought. If I had the chance to escape my destiny, I would definitely do it. I'm tired of people thinking I'm a monster because my mom was. I wish they would give me a chance. My face didn't help my reputation. I'm a white as a sheet, and my eyes look like poison. I'm a walking
Now I wished that I could pen a letter to my school to be read at the opening assembly that would tell them how wrong we had all been. You should see Zachary Taylor, I’d say.” Lily is realizing now that beauty comes in all colors. She is also again being exposed to the fact that her way of being raised was wrong, that years and years of history was false. “The whole time we worked, I marveled at how mixed up people got when it came to love.
High school sophomore, Samantha Baker woke up on the morning of her sixteenth birthday, hoping for an overnight transformation. While on the phone with her best friend, she stares at herself in the mirror, praying she had grown a few inches and a set of boobs. Much to avail, she has not and her day goes on just like every other one. She has the added pressure of being a bridesmaid for her older sister Ginny’s wedding, the next day. After being felt up by Grandmother Baker, Samantha deals with the ridicule and torment of her annoying little brother and takes the bus to school. During her study hall class she takes a silly quiz another friend had given her. The quiz ends up in the hands of her crush, Jake Ryan! The anxiety sets in.
Magdalena Yesil, I liked how she always gave her best. She wasn’t just learning she made sure to gain a lifelong learning. The lifelong learning gained opened the doors of success. I do not know if she was where she wanted to be, but I am pretty sure that she achieved everything that she wanted in life. One thing that was interesting was how she took every job. I like to think that her jobs were her steppingstones jobs, to reach her star. She did not stay long at each job but she stayed enough time in every job that she development. Every job gave her tools, to start the next one. Without the knowledge that each job gave her, I do not know if she had been able to do what she did. When something did not like her she changed it, and is what
“Daisy, are you done with your book honey”, mom said loudly. “Yes”, I declared proudly. After all, it was a long and dry book at the beginning, and it did take a pretty long time. “So, do you want to tell me what it’s about?” my mom said inquisitively. “Sure”, I said, stuffing a piece of meatloaf into my mouth. “So, this book is called The Witchy Worries of Abby Adams. In the beginning, they introduce the characters. You know, like they do in every book. After that –’’Ding dong! “Oh my, I wonder who it could be!”My mother said, getting up from her seat to go get the door. “Hi Abby! Come on in. What brings you today?”Mom says excitedly. Abby? I thought. How strange! Just like the girl in my book. It must be a coincidence. “Actually Mrs. Holcomb, I would like to talk to Daisy”, Abby said. As soon as those words left her mouth, a chill went up my spine. How did mom know her? What does she want from me? Many questions were flying through brain. So much that I couldn’t even remember my own name. I can hear their footsteps through the halls. With every footstep, my heart would race faster, my hands would get sweatier, and my mind gets more clueless every time.
[Alice] Moving my pillow to the side so I could glare at her, I watched my twin sister role her light grey eyes at me as she tidied up her clothes to look as presentable as possible in her summer wear. With a pale blue ribbon tying her long, wavy, chestnut hair up into a ponytail. A white blouse and a matching pale blue skirt that reached halfway down her shins with light leather boots that went to just below her knees. “I’m just taking a moment before I get up! (It’s not like my chores are going to run away.
ow it is truly beautiful Anna. I didn’t think you could pull it off.”, said Mrs. Anderson. “Well I tried.” said Anna. “I’m serious. I have never seen anything like it. The flowers, the big Santa Clause, the lights LED that sing “We Wish you a Merry Christmas”, the snowflake decorations, then you even got snow. It’s all magnificent, and I am really scandalized about how good it looks.” said Mrs. Anderson. Then she turned to Anna and said that’s why I got you this gift. What right there readers. Did you think I was going to show you the gift now? Ha-ha you guys are funny. Now let’s start this from the beginning.
Larisa Ann Brand was lying down on her parent’s couch, trying to relax. She was eating leftover pizza and watching her favorite movie, Twilight. There was a pounding in her head, and she felt sick to her stomach. It was her fault too, last night she drank more than she usually does and she’s hardly had any sleep. Her long, wavy black hair was greasy, so she put it into a messy bun.
I glance at my paint stained hands as I wait patiently in the stillness of the library. Carefully, I examine the remaining chips of vibrant acrylic that linger on my fingers from my morning art class. My creativity appears on water color paper with the stroke of a soft-bristled brush, with the scenes I etch it my sketch book with crumbling charcoal, and with the press of my finger as I position my camera for the perfect shot. Suddenly, I look up and see a girl, with a sweet but tired face, you wouldn’t realize she is homeless based on her appearance. I earnestly smile and give a gentle wave in her direction. She spots me and walks over. As she sets down her blue backpack, I ask her about her day, and she eagerly tells me about the typical school
As a skinny boy walks into the Descorde arena, the audience explodes into cheers. He’s Nick Athens, the reigning champion of this tournament. The media adores him almost as much as the other fighters despise him. I grit my teeth and finish adjusting my fighting exoskeleton, preparing to step forward, but Vivian places a hand on my shoulder to stop me. "Hey, Riley?" She gives me an uncomfortable smile, flashing perfectly white teeth. "Go out there-"
Margot stared at the monster that loomed before her, face to face with her worst fear: the cafeteria filled with people. Emphasis on people. The biggest obstacle of Margot’s day was taking the terrifying step into the madness. Heart pounding. Hands shaking. Head down. Eyes closed. One of her dirty, withered, off-white sneakers lifts off the ground...almost there...three...two… “Outta my way!” a hard shoulder slams into her and she crumbles to the floor as a group of boys push past her into the endless sea of people. She was a ghost to them, just a piece of nothingness, just an object in their way. Margot picked herself up and brushed away the single tear that had slipped out of her eye and slowly scuttled into the swarming sea. All Margot
I was strolling down the hallway, trying to figure out where my class would be, when I bumped into a girl. “Oh goodness! I am so sorry. I wasn 't looking," she said and bent down to grab my file and books even before I could. I sighed and replied, “No, it 's fine." I wiped the sweat, which I had accumulated from walking all over the school, off my forehead. She stood up and handed me my books. I realized she was also a freshman by her orange colored uniform. She flipped her hair and said while grinning," Let me introduce myself. I 'm Natasha. I 'm from Canada so I don 't really know much about this town. How about you?" Even though I had never met her before, I could tell she seemed nice so I introduced myself. I had to make a judgment to decide whether to befriend the girl or not. Little did I know this stranger was
It's seven o'clock and Megan's alarm has just gone off. Up out of bed and into the closet she goes to find her wardrobe for the morning. The closet door opens to sunlight shining through the open blinds inside the large walk-in closet. To the left and right are haning masses of pink clothes, dresses, jeans, and, in one corner, a couple of employee tee shirts for the movie theare and some black work pants. Se carefully selects her favorite pink halter top, a lighter pink jacket, and a denim skirt. "Time to meet my public," she says to herself.
Catalina glanced around the quiet room. It was still dark because of the cloudy skies. It was like London in her village, always cloudy. Catalina rubbed her eyes and slid out of bed. Her feet softly brushed against the cold, hard wood floors which sent chills down her spine.Catalina was a wire-thin, beautiful, fourteen-year-old girl. Her soft, bouncy hair was long; it came down to her hips. Her eyes were dark brown like the wood of an oak tree and her hair was silvery-blonde. She was tall for her age, but she was still short in the eyes of others and Catalina was alright with that.