The Two-faced Friend The morning breeze coming from my window was my alarm clock saying that I had to get up and get ready. I kicked, tossed and turned as I tried to fall back to sleep, my last five minutes. The sound of the creaking door woke me up just in time to see water splash on my face. I screamed and tossed a pillow at my little brother but he was already out the door. I was mad and irritated but still I got up to get ready to start my day of school. Playing in the sun and eating ice cream at the park was a vivid memory I had with Callie. Callie and I go way back in third grade. We had same classes and were next door neighbors. Ever since then, we are still best friends up until now. I met Donna when I was a freshman, and she was my …show more content…
The feeling to fight someone came to mind, however I quickly put on my earphones with music blasting loud to ignore my thoughts. I walked right passed them to the bus without talking to anyone. Purple tops were everything I seen on the bus- today was purple day for school. I found a seat in the last row and I quickly placed my pack back besides me to indicate that I didn’t want anyone to sit by me. I felt there was someone standing by my seat but I look out the window and ignored it. Callie sat on the seat of the opposite side from my seat with Tammy by her side. I looked out as I started to ask myself “why would she do such a thing? She was one of my best friends. We would always tell each other everything and anything.” The feeling of someone staring had me turn my head to find Callie trying to say hi but I rolled my eyes at her. I felt bad but at the same time I am really pissed at her. I rushed off the bus when we got to school, and I could hear Callie calling my name. Donna and Tammy left to go to class while Callie pulls me on the side to talk. “Ummmmm….. Are you okay? Did you just rolled your eyes at me when we were on the bus? Did I do something …show more content…
So I walked to class just in time to find the person that I needed to confirm everything with, Donna’s cousin. I asked her about what really happen last night and she told me a whole different story. I had to ask the other girls that were there last night to get their side of the story. Surprisingly, it was the same as Donna’s cousin but not Donna’s story. I walked back to my seat and start thinking and waiting for the bell to ring for lunchtime. Finally, the bell rang and I walk outside of the classroom to find Donna talking to Tammy. I walked up straight to Donna and slapped her face, “Really? Why in the world would you do such a thing? I thought you were my friend? Why would you turn my own best friend against me?” She held cheek, “That’s what she said. My cousin told me everything.” “Oh really, well ask your cousin again and see if she’s saying the same thing you just told
There is this teenage girl name Leah who lived in New York, she was ending her first year of high school as a freshman at Flushing High School. On the last month of classes around June she was hanging around with her best friend Henry. After class, they would hang out together and go to the city to explore and waste time, but there was one thing Leah had to tell Henry, her family had to move to Mexico because her parents thought that they will have a better life. So Leah had to leave with them. She told Henry about her moving with her family to Mexico, so they decided to go out to places before she left. They went out to the theatres, walked around the city, and get something to eat like Burger Kings or McDonalds. It was soon Leah had to leave,
Then I saw a girl vomiting in the kitcen sink. I knew that girl! Her name is Kaylee. She tutored me in math freshman year when I was in danger of failing, She didn't fit in with the girls I spent my free time with so I never spoke to her outside of school. Soon after we finished our tutoring, she transferred or dropped out- I didn't know which- and I never gave another thought to her whereabouts. What was she doing here? She must be so humiliated! I ran over to hold her hair back. I grabbed a clean washcloth from the kitchen drawer and tried to help her clean her face. She didn't want my help at first, but as a new wave of nausea literally turned her face green, she accepted my
I smiled as we walked quickly out the door. My legs felt numb. I turned to look at my friend and came to a sudden halt, he wasn’t near me at all. Hundreds of people were walking around me, not even acknowledging I was there. I turned my head violently in every direction. Finally I saw the red hair and realized he was only a few short feet away. I sprinted up beside him, he was in the middle of a conversation with an older lady. She was average size, with a pointed face, she wore glasses and had tall high heels. When he noticed me he finished up his conversation and we continued on our
Turning on my heel, I headed into the main sitting room to find a horrendous site. Andrew, Courtney, Jane, Spinner, and a few of their other friends sat around on the luxury couches and arm chairs. I was still pissed at Andrew ever since our blowout about kissing him and him not paying me enough attention. My mouth flattened into a line as I gracefully collapsed onto one of the armchairs. "What the hell are you doing here?" I growled, locking eyes with my twin. "Mom suggested that we should come and visit while we're in New York. Look Samantha , I-" he attempted, but I cut him off with a sharp glare. "Talk to someone who cares Andrew", I growled, checking my messages. "Samantha he just wants-" Courtney started, but was interrupted by another voice. I turned my head and saw my little sister standing in the door way.
Adrienne was mingling with friends on the bus, or that's what I assumed. All of the children were excited because the basketball team had just won their last game that would qualify them for regions. Over the course of the journey back to the school, I heard bickering, but I thought nothing of it. I proceeded in talking to the bus driver and looking over some late work turned in by my students. Suddenly, the bickering got louder! As a first instinct, I jumped up, as I was alarmed by all of the chatter. In a swift manner, I went to the back of the bus and discovered that Adrienne and another student were involved in some sort of altercation. I watched as one of the students began to charge at Adrienne, so I wasted no time in trying to diffuse the
Marisa rolled her eyes. I popped her on the leg, and shook my finger at her when she gave me the ‘what did I do’ look? I didn’t want another round of Marisa acting like a jealous stepsister.
At the age of seven, my life changed forever. I was no longer living in my native country; I was now a fragment of the millions of immigrants who come to the United States in search of the American Dream. At the time, my father had recently lost his job and my mother was unemployed, which caused incredible financial stress for my family. My father decided to risk his life crossing the Rio Grande River for our family to have a better life and greater rewards.
Brooke had long blonde hair, and eyes that looked almost gold if you stared at them for a second longer than normal. “Hi.” I said. I walked up to the circle. “Okay there are a lot of people so do we wanna group into teams of two?” Heather asked. Everyone agreed and sooner or later everyone had a partner. Well, except for Brooke and I. Heather started to count and Brooke looked at me. “Where do you wanna hide?” I whispered. “I don’t know this is my first time here..” She said sheepishly. “Oh okay, come on.” I said. I ran off across the yard. Everyone was out of sight and Heather was almost done counting. I stopped at the back of a red truck and started to climb in the back with Brooke. We layed down, knowing that we would have leaves in our hair before long. After a moment of silence I spoke up. “So, tell me your life story.” I said. “Well, I’m 13, and I have a lot of siblings. I love 5 seconds of summer and I am very busy a lot of the time.” She said. I liked this girl. I could already tell I wanted to keep her around, until she said something that immediately made my heart drop. “Also my dad is in the military, so I move around a lot.” She said. I knew how this story would go
It all started when Ms. McCrystal began a lesson on how evolutionary changes impacted the lives of other organisms. Allie knew something interesting was going to happen, because Ms. McCrystal was the most engaging teacher on team 8-1. The very next day Ms. McCrystal had all of her Students do an assignment on the five fingers of evolution. Then she announced that the class was going on a class trip to the science museum.
Moving from a highly diverse community to a less diverse community has to be the weirdest yet interesting culture shock I ever had to deal with. As a young child, I did not know about the outside world. I thought everyone rides the bus or the metro, graffiti on the wall is normal and traffic wouldn’t matter as much since everything I needed was within walking distance sometimes. There were shocking things I learned once I moved to Nebraska.
Waves I am a raging inferno of emotions. When I feel, I feel every single part of whatever it may be, even the ones they might think to be most insignificant. When I am cold, it feels as if hell has frozen over Earth. When I am sad, I do not find an ounce of happiness in the whole world.
When you’re young, you don’t care about how a person looks or acts, they’re just people, friends. Growing up, you’ll find that qualities a friend has to have or can’t have become very important. It took a special kind of friend to show me that the true heart of a person is what really counts.
Do you ever feel like there is a wall closing in on you? No echoes, no voices, and no way out? I have felt that way since sixth grade up until my freshman year at North High. Bullying and harassments are ego boosters, nothing more, and nothing less. However, victims forget they can go talk to a family member, counselor, teacher or a friend by letting them handle the situation. I was lucky enough to finally speak up upon my own experience with bullying and harassment.
“Why don’t you use your locker? You’re going to have back problems before you even graduate”. These are words that are repeated to me daily, almost like clockwork. I carry my twenty-pound backpack, full of papers upon papers from my AP classes. The middle pouch of my backpack houses my book in which I get lost to distract me from my unrelenting stress. The top pouch holds several erasers, foreshadowing the mistakes I will make - and extra lead, to combat and mend these mistakes. Thick, wordy textbooks full of knowledge that has yet to become engraved in my brain, dig the straps of my backpack into my shoulders. This feeling, ironically enough, gives me relief - my potential and future success reside in my folders and on the pages of my notebooks.
Orozco announced “Kishawn grab your things your are leaving,” while the classroom was silent. As I grabbed my belongings I was wondered why I was leaving school early? Usually I never leave school unless I have an doctors appointment or I was excused because I had a football game. Because I could not figure out what the reason why I figured it had to be important. Walking across campus to the main office, smelling the freshly cut grass, the thought of me leaving early still wondered in my head. As I walked in the office I see my mother still in her work clothes. Immediately I thought to myself “great the school called my mom because I did not serve all my detentions in time.” So I prepared myself for the lecture I thought I was going to receive. Instead my mother had a strange facial expression. It almost looked like she was forcing a smile that was not there. My mom she signed me out so I was excused from leaving the school campus for the rest of the day. As I approached her I said “ Hey mom, whats