Charlotte Johnston been sitting at a black top table surrounded by a group of chatty students her own age. And hadn't been paying much attention to what the teacher was saying, because everything zoned out, besides appearances and movements. Mr. Hube was wearing a bright purple sweater with tan khakis, and was extra fidgety. Something got him all hot and bothered, and it was obvious. His pale blue eyes glanced the room, and the pauses, he worried his lower lip, driving Charlotte crazy, that his outfit choice was bold for a teacher and that he appeared nervous to speak in front of his own class.…
Miss Rojas really annoyed with Aleena and Mr. Perez. Mr. Perez was in the Kitchen cooking and trying to keep Aleena entertained, so Miss Rojas would stop yelling at her. Miss Rojas yelled at him, because she called him out of the kitchen to talk about Chelsea’s father. Mr. Perez did not come out of the kitchen full, because Aleena was trying to go into the kitchen. Miss Rojas was upset because Aleena was running back and forth, Mr. Perez did not come out of the…
“2B” says the disembodied voice from the intercom, echoing against the colorless brick walls of the classroom. The wooden door opens to show Sister Mary John, a woman of seventy years, walking in to call us to lunch. Sister usually wore the typical nun outfit to school – long black dress and hood which only exposed the face – but today was Student Appreciation Day 2003 (I am 8-years-old), which meant all the students would eat hamburgers and hotdogs outside. Sister, wanting to avoid the heat, decided to exchange her outfit for clothing better suited for the Texas heat (e.g. light colored shirt, shorts, and hat).…
I woke up, fearing to open my eyes. the hard floor pressed hard on my back, as if he wanted to suffocate me. You can’t back out now. I knew I couldn’t back out, we planned this job now for weeks. It is up to us now. I finally opened my eyes in disbelief . today is the day. I could smell the fresh baked tortillas and homemade menudo Rudy’s mom had made for us that morning. We didn’t eat that delicious meal.…
It was Razor’s first day at the old preschool, two roads down from his small house with the red door on Trelawney lane. His father dropped him off on his way to work at the hospital. Razor’s father was a nurse at University Hospital in Newark. This job paid well, so Razor’s family was well off. At Razor’s preschool he met his soon to be best friend, Jayden. All the young children in the preschool were coloring with crayons. Jayden and Razor both favored the same pale orange color,…
We are introduced to April Burns and her boyfriend Bobby in their New York City apartment. It is Thanksgiving morning, and April is responsible for preparing the holiday meal. At first she is defiant; however Bobby motivates her to wake up and go through with the dinner plans. The dialogue between April and Bobby begin to explain April’s relationship with her family, or the lack there of.…
As the summer of the 6th grade year of elementary was over, Hailey’s life was about to experience a major change. Junior High. Hailey got new friends, her grades changed dramatically, and she was introduced to the life of trouble. The summer of 2013, she took a trip to Colorado. There she went to the town of Denver and attended an event called Art Night. She entered an art piece that she knew would wow the other contestants. Her father was proud to announce that Hailey had won the first place prize and that she beat the other contestants by many points. Hailey was given the opportunity to enter another event with a little more competition on the coming Tuesday night. Although that would have been a wonderful experience for Hailey, she turned that down to come home to her…
She heated some lima beans and ham she had in the icebox, made the cocoa, and set the table. The woman did not ask the boy anything about where he lived, or his folks, or anything else that would embarrass him. Instead, as they ate, she told him about her job in a hotel…
Tanya is having an extremely busy day, trying to juggle her days events, while walking to class. She attempts to multitask and calls her mom to leave her a voicemail, while going over…
“Well,” said Marilyn, adjusting the collar of her dress. “Either way you almost missed lunch, here you have a bowl of soup.” she said, handing each of us a bowl of soup. In the small wooden bowl, there were chunks of vegetables and a multitude of spices. As Claire and I took a bite and Claire sighed, “The girls are truly great at what they do,” she said as if she were slightly sad.…
Good morning!” Dad says “Anyone hungry for some breakfast?!” Mom says with a smile. “No! We’ve got some questions that we need to have answered before any pancakes are made.”…
Alvarez illustrates the experience of her mother and the existence of circumstances changing her path in North America. The Mayonnaise begin a lace of connection with the stepdaughters.…
items. In paragraph two Kincaid talks about her family breakfast and the many foods which…
It was a sleepy summer’s day and all I could think about was getting home and relaxing. The sun was gleaming down on us and glistened in our eyes as it reflected through all the droplets of water hanging off the shade cloth. The end of lunch bell finally rang and we all trudged to the lockers to get our books for fifth period. Food Technology. I only chose that subject because it was a bludge. And I guess everyone else there had the same idea as me, because they didn’t seem all that bright. We all sat down and Miss Kemp had that familiar look of sadness in her eyes when she saw it was us that she had to teach. The sky turned two shades darker as clouds began to blanket the sky. I sat up the back in my usual seat next to a quiet girl, like me. The group of trouble makers sat to the left of us and the girls who actually wanted to learn how much flour was needed to bake a cake sat up the front. To the left sat the stoners, staring straight out the window, not touching their books for the whole lesion.…
Mum is still up showing his ripped pants, while everyone is asleep. His stomach growls because he is hungry. He goes straight for the fridge to have some Challow which he earlier threw away out of disgust. He digs in, insert descriptive passage of the food in a very positive, optimistic manner.…