Dull, greys and blacks made up the building my car was parked in front of. The colors almost perfectly resembled the abandoned prison across from my old neighborhood in Miami. The cultural surroundings of Miami and Palm City varied to a high extent. I preferred my old elementary school color; a soft, calm blue like the sky. The new school also looked similar to a building on Teen Wolf (my favorite TV show), where half the school was slaughtered by werewolves. Overall, the new school gave me wicked vibes.
As my car pulled to a stop, my dad gave me the ‘I’m sorry my work caused us to move’ smile.
“Have a great first day, Kayla!” My dad shouted from the black jeep disappearing into the crowd of cars in the front of the school. Until all that could be seen was a black dot, I took my first dreaded steps onto the hard concrete of Palm City Elementary. My
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Annie and I smile back at her.
“Were the two of you just discussing the season five finale of Teen Wolf ?” Samantha questioned excitedly. Annie and I looked at each other and laughed. I think we could both tell that the three of us would get along well.
Until the bell rang for lunch, Annie, Samantha, and I had all been obsessing over Teen Wolf’s season five finale and everything leading up to it. Each of us talked about the show with such passion as if we had created it ourselves. Momentarily, something unexpected happened.
Happily, Samantha asked, “Hey Kayla, would you like to sit with Annie and I at lunch today?” I grinned from ear to ear shaking my head with excitement and replied with, “Of course!” The whole lunchtime quickly passed with constant talk and laughter. “Today hasn’t been such a horrible day after all!” I thought to myself. The rest of the day Samantha, Annie, and I worked together on any group work we had. By the time the bell rang I knew I had made some new friends. And, to reassure me completely, Annie invited Samantha and I over to her
As I was getting ready for bed, I started thinking what it would be like to be in the TV show The Walking Dead? I really hate The Walking Dead, but it seems fun to be in a zombie TV show and it's the only one I really know of. I turned the TV just to see what was on and sure enough The Walking Dead was on. I was a little confused, so I walked towards the TV. I was a little skeptical, I touched the TV and it turned into a vortex and pulled me in.
Big Bad Wolf is from Quickspin; hence you would expect a great gaming experience due to the good reputation of the company. Unlike its frightening name, Big Bad Wolf is a lovely fairy tale story based on three pigs and their attempt to build a straw house to keep away the wolfs. The slot has cascading spins commonly referred to as swooping reels the reels framed within the straw house. Other featured involved are pig symbols, a pig will turn into a wild card after every second win making it the most exciting and adventurous game.
Kaitlyn was having a rough morning for a Friday. She couldn’t find her favorite shirt with an abstract fox printed on the front. “I could have sworn I put in on the chair last night.” She huffed as she frantically looked under the bed. She stood up to survey her once clean bedroom, now in need of tornado disaster relief aid, and became more agitated. Suddenly, she saw a piece of blue fabric hiding between her mattresses. “How in the world did it get there?” she muttered to her pet fox Willow. Once dressed, Kaitlyn headed out the door to go to class.
It was about five hours later that Nick appeared in the doorway with the girl. His hand grabbing her elbow again. She looked so scared. Her brown eyes darker with fear and she was nervously squeezing her hands into fists. Nick had annouced the girl was up in order to get my attention, but it managed to get the attention of Hayden and Cayden too. I got up from the couch and walked over to stand infront of her. My eyes met hers for a second and I smiled before pointing at Nick.
After school, Chloe went to Sam’s house to see if she was okay. When she arrived at Sam’s house, she saw that Sam wasn’t there.There was only one other place she could be. Chloe ran deep into the woods behind her neighborhood, to where the abandoned tree house stood. Chloe climbed the wooden ladder and opened the trapdoor, to find an empty room. There was nothing in the room except for some old board games and a crisp red envelope with her name on it. She checks her phone and finds that it is almost time for dinner. Chloe
The first day of school can be exciting and adventurous for many people, but for others it may be problematic. In “The First Day” by Edward P. Jones, the girl is having her first day of school by signing up. Her mother tries to sign up at Seaton Elementary School, nonetheless she was not accepted because she was from another district. Jones argues that although this may be an unremarkable first day of school for the girl, it allowed the girl to understand the struggles of placing her in a school because of her mother’s limitations in education. Edward P. Jones employs rhetorical techniques to convey his meaning and to appeal to the readers emotions.
Jason grips my arm in a burst of excitement. Then he falls down laughing and crying all at once like a child. Lashaun clutches his chest and some others are gasping for breath but they are smiling, some finding a place to lie down peacefully or make angels in the snow, then stare up at the yellow sun. Becca hands me a synthetic apple she kept from breakfast. She says, “Here, in case you get hungry later.” She is still talking in code.
I walked into school around 8:25, rolling out of bed only a half hour before. I wiped the rain from my face, I hate when it rains. As usual, I strolled in with a casual walk, like I was the coolest, because I could come in late every morning since I had no first period class. The first person I saw as I walked through the cafeteria toward the staircase was Louise. Usually an outgoing and crazy person, she strikes many as being on crack. She calmly and quietly said "hey", with her face to the floor, not even looking at me. On my way up the staircase to my locker, I passed my good friend Mike. He looked me in the face and said, "Did you hear?" I replied with intense wonder of what the latest gossip at Shoreham-Wading River High School could be. "No", I replied, "what happened?" "You'll find out at the assembly." I had a few minutes before second period began, so I walked to the library, and pulled up a seat across from my friend Kevin. "What's up, I heard we have an assembly this morning." "Yeah, I think two juniors got in an accident last night, but I heard they're all ok." I jokingly responded, "Well, at least periods are shorter." He gave me a tiny smirk, silently telling me we shouldn't be laughing over such a horrible thing.
It's been a minute hasn't it! A lot has happened in the month of August, from trips, shoots, meetings, school, and walking the catwalk a girl was busy. But now I'm back and better, and I have some exciting news. So lets start dishing!
Sitting in the passenger seat of my families’ minivan I nervously wait to pull into the school parking lot. As we turn the corner my legs begin to shake and my palms are getting clammy, this is my first day of high school. All I could do was think about the dramatic change in class size, I am coming from a school where there are only about three hundred kids in the entire school to a school where there are about three thousand kids in the entire school. This would not be as scary of experience except for the fact that the majority of the kids from my middle school went to the high school on the other side of town. My high school was the biggest school in Marion County and was known for its performing arts. I would not have been able to get through my first day of high school without the three levels of
It was my first at Cherokee Middle School. I pulled up to the front of the school. Reluctantly, I pulled my legs to the right side of the seat and slide out of the passenger seat. My lungs automatically lifted and I took a deep breath. Sighing, I pulled out my eighth grade schedule. I glided through the doors of the building in a sea of sweaty middle schoolers. The cafeteria unfolded to my right and the main office to my left. The cafeteria
Almost at the age of seven, I made a friend named Dani. I liked being with her because she was always smiling. We played together and giggled a lot. Sometimes, she’d randomly dance, spin around, or run away alone, but I never cared or wondered why. One day, there were these older kids pointing and laughing at her. I skipped up to them. “Dani’s my friend,” I blurted out happily. They laughed even harder.
Bonnie the secretary introduced me to my new teacher. As Mrs. Bonnie was leaving the room, my new teacher Mrs. Evaheart introduced me to the class. As I stared at the class I couldn’t help but feel overwhelmed. I wanted to go back to my old school where I had friends, knew almost everyone, a place where I didn’t feel lonesome, a place anywhere but here. As I saw each and every one of my new classmates faces the utter dread that I felt slowly began to fade as I saw a familiar face. Seeing one of my former friends give me a renewed hope that maybe being in this school won’t be so bad after
It was a gloomy Tuesday despite the fact that it was late August. I had missed the first day of school because I always hated the idea of introductions and forced social situations during those times. I hated my particular school ever since I started as a freshman the
The thought of being 16 and pregnancy has always weighted down on me growing up. I was scared of my family history trying my best not to repeat the life of my mother. In 2001 I was so happy I made it. I accomplish what no one in my family was able to accomplish. I finished high school and even enrolled in college. By this point I had already set a goal for myself. Right before the fall semester was starting my plan was put on hold due to my family, leaving our land to move to the city. This was a tremendous change for someone that lived on 10 acres of land and the nearest neighbor was miles away. By the end of the year I was pregnant with my first child. I remember feeling like my life was over. Like I am fresh