Nevertheless, her feet operate on autopilot, and she aimlessly wandered down the dimly lit corridors to her Bubbe’s room, where she was met by a lanky man, if you even call him that, in a white coat holding a clip board. “There’s no point in you being here,” she spat, “you updated me on her condition l this morning. I’m fine.” Doctor Grissly squirmed with tension before answering. “I’m sorry to inform you Mrs. Klein’s condition has worsened. She only has a few hours left.
“Are you sure?” “Yes!” “OK,” Sydney said as she slowly walked back to her locker, “What do you want to talk about?” “I’ve been doing terrible in my Algebra I class.” “Yeah, I know that.” “But my parents want to transfer me to Algebra II!” “What? Are you serious?” Sydney was shocked that Alice’s parents would do that. “I’m very serious,” Alice replied solemnly, “I don’t know what to do about it!” “Well, I could always try to teach you Algebra I so you’ll understand Algebra II easier.” “I appreciate it, Sydney. But do you remember in 4th grade when you tried to teach me the cake method?” The memory returned to Sydney. Just as she was going to respond, the bell rang.
We walked through the never ending hallway, searching for Monica’s classroom like detectives on a mission to find a key to the unknown door. We found the Monica’s classroom and dropped her off. The next stop was mine. I found myself getting more nervous each step, I toke. Suddenly my mom and my dad stopped walking and told me that this was my classroom.
How to Babysit Four Kids My mom, who skillfully manages four children, works Tuesday evenings - she calls it time out. As I walked in the house on a recent Tuesday evening, I hear Meghan screaming. Tim is mercilessly teasing her by hiding her teddy bear. Pat is hollering from the basement at Tim; and the phone is ringing. The ringing stops, which means Maura got it.
The Haunted Maze Mansion - Original Writing ‘Hey, what lessons have you got today?’ Zoë asked Louise as she skipped towards the lockers, where Louise was standing. ‘The usual; French, Maths, English and IT, not a very good day.’ It was a normal day at school, Mondays, no fights, everyone really tired from the weekend and no-one ready to do any work. ‘Hey, Louise can I have your English homework please? I forgot to do it and the teacher will kill me!’ Nina shouted as she came in rushing up the stairs nearly tripping over her tie, which was in her hand. Nina always looks scruffy, with her shirt hanging out and her top button undone at the end, and at the beginning of the day.
I'm in Mr.Fiedler's room watching the latest news, two more minutes until it's time for my first class of the day. I tremble as I watch the clock tick away. Tick, tock, tick, tock... 8:45, I got 3 minutes to get to Mrs.Bernston's room, but off course her room is the only room on the other side of the school. I don't blame the other teachers, I wouldn't want to be by her room either. I quickly walk to Mrs.Berntson’s room as my heart pounds 1000 beats per minute.
It started as a normal Monday morning; Emily crawled out of bed attempting not to wake her mother. She grabbed the tethered clothing that she had worn the day previously and began to dress. Every move she made seemed to echo the floor with creaks from the wood. She walked into the kitchen as if walking on red hot ash to make her mother coffee trying to avoid the usual routine beatings. Emily rushed out the door as she heard rustling coming from her mother’s room.
How unfair. Unwrapping herself from the cottony feeling of her bed sheet, Charlie walked straight to her bathroom for a daily warm shower, then went to get a new fresh pair of her school uniform. And while she was putting a small amount of hair conditioner on both of her ridiculously dark eyebrows (Stephanie advised her that hair moisturizers make fantastic results for thick eyebrows like hers), Charlie noticed an old folder lying on the side of her study table. It was a thesis project given by Mr. Hamilton for the failing students in physics class. It was due for next week, but a month has passed since they've heard the last of Mr. Hamilton.
"Thank you mother" I said swiftly while walking past her and into the bathroom. I prepared myself for a day of classes. I made my way downstairs to meet with my mom. She gave me a nod and dug in her bag, pulling out a sleek black credit card and handed me it. "Go crazy" She says and I nod and forcing a smile.
"Ok, it's Frumpalump." "FRUMPALUMP?" The teacher screamed. She picked Tommy up, put his fingers into his nose, made him eat the bugars, and then threw him into the hall. "Go and see the principal about that!"