Creative Writing: Why Did The Chicken Cross The Road

One joke that i’m sure everyone here knows is why did the chicken cross the road.(pause) Why’d he do it? Was it a choice that he made? Was there something on the other side that it was going for and it wanted to reach it?(pause) No matter what the reason was, what if this road was middle school and the chicken was one of us. I came to McAuliffe in 6th grade but a little late in the school year, not knowing anyone except one or two people, and still was barely friends with them. And I didn’t really know who I was.(pause) But the one person who I was friends with and they were in my crew really helped me more than I think they know of.(pause) I kind of talked to people here and there in my classes but I don’t think I was making many friends. One thing that holds me back a little is that I can be shy sometimes, but I mean who isn’t? Meeting new people

I liked everyone in it and we worked well together.(pause) I thought it was going to be a good year… but just like last year in sixth grade, there’s the whole school thing which I was not doing great at.(pause) In one of my classes I almost always got in trouble.(pause) And then in all my other classes I was failing; either not doing my work in class or homework, goofing off with friends, not paying attention, I could go on and on.(pause) So then it’s like I have good friends and comfortable. I am also pretty sure my science teacher wished he could switch me out of his class.(pause) I finished the year with 42 missing assignments. Which yes, I had to make up over the summer which was a real big pain. Even though despite my grades I think the best memory was the camping trip car ride because my crew was really bonding and having a good time, also overall with the crew, I really liked it. So thank you Mr. Callahan for dealing with me through a whole year. (pause) Looks like this chicken has been hit by a really, really, big