Today is Simon's last day before he leaves for juvenile. My instinct was right, ever since the fight between Simon and Richard I had a hunch that Richard was picking on Simon. He didn't want to tell me at the time but yesterday he confessed that Richard had been bulling him for weeks maybe even months. I feel terrible, I thought Simon was crazy but it wasn't Simon it was his emotions conquering him, making him set fire to the school (says in a sad, quiet voice). Ahh! Richard, he has problems, bad things may happen at home but you can't treat someone with so much disrespect. Making Simon drink his spit, making him stand at the front of the school in his underpants! Is Richard human!? He can't be human if he treated Simon with so much rudeness…
We met on a rainy day at recess when the other kids were bullying me. I was being kicked around like a hacky sack not knowing what was happening. After I finally got loose I ran to somewhere safe and the next thing I saw was him, Simon. When he saw me crying, he brought the joy back to me. He said encouraging stuff, like “You do know that the only reason they are bullying you is because they have been bullied themselves. If you ignore them for some quite time they will forget all about you. Hey, why don’t you spend lunch with me tomorrow?” Me slowly lifting me head said “sure.” That day forward I spent every day eating lunch with him, laughing and having a great time. Every day was a new adventure with him not knowing what was going to come next.…
Ben, who was my cousin, was one of my closest friends. In July, he had just turned 18 and would soon be heading off for college. I would be in 6th grade that same year. Ben was ecstatic for me and he always called me a Temple Tot. Everyone surrounding him would be hysterical because of all of the ridiculous jokes he spoke of. Ben used to tell me all of funny stories from when I was little, especially the story of when I would stop at nothing to pet the kittens in the tree. Ben had touched everyone's lives in some shape or another.…
While I look down at it, I think of a boy I once knew, of how, for a short time, he was a dash of color in my monochrome world. I think of how I drew him flowers; how one morning, he stood silently behind me and watched me draw them with a broken pen; how he swiped the card I drew them on away from me and held it close to his eyes, smiling, telling me how much he liked them. I remember going home that night and painting flowers the same strawberry pink as the tulip resting in my fingers, and I remember drawing those flowers again in black and white a week later. Those I drew on an envelope with his name written in large cursive letters in the middle. Inside was a goodbye I knew…
It was a normal morning at Wilson Middle School, for my friends and I. We all were just excited for the day because it was Friday. With me was, Brittany, Kirsten, Titi, Chloe, Ethan, and Lake. That wasn't all who was in the class, but that is who I was standing with. After homeroom, I came to Mrs.Grabel’s room. The class was loud for a while, but when the bell rang, we were all in our seats silent, because we didn’t want to make Mrs.Grabel mad. However, when we sat there, we realized Mrs.Grable wasn’t there. We all got really worried because she is always on top of her game. Then, something very strange happened.…
Tenth grade had ended, but the complications of my emotional life persisted. One of the days in the summer, I invited a young boy to come to my home. For an entire year I repressed the things that happened to me on this day. It was the day that secured my complete emotional…
My mom never screamed at me before and when she screamed he blamed me for letting him go outside without his permission. One sunny day, we were remodeling the living room so it can be more babyproof now that my brother was taller and could walk and run perfectly. We left the door open because it was too cold in the living room. We were moving the couch as we told Andres to move over so we don’t locate the couch on his feet. We were so busy moving the furniture that we totally forgot the baby of the family was walking towards the door. When we put the couch in our desired spot, we noticed Andres walking toward the street. We ran after him as quickly as we could as we saw a car moving in Andres’s direction. My dad sprinted like a track and field athlete towards his baby and caught him right in time. All of a sudden, my mom turned to me and blamed me for this incident. I felt like my side of the story wasn’t considered when I explained she told me to help her with the couch and it was really Andres’s fault. She couldn’t believe I was blaming a baby so she sent me to my room. I ran to my room crying, feeling as if Andres was the favorite child and I wished that I never had a…
My first year of sixth grade, learning how to figure out the math and trying to understand my new classes. With one of my best friends by my side Amber Harris. Now let’s go back to the beginning Amber and I met at a daycare also known as Ross Country Day, when we were 5 years old. We would have Sleepovers, go to events have Halloween also known as trick or treating together. Then when I was 7 years old I moved away to Finneytown because my mom got married to my step dad Jared. So that meant that I had to change schools I went to Hilltop Elementary, which I did not like because I missed my friends at Ross. So, I to Reading AKA Hilltop for about 2 years. So Amber and I had not seen each other for a while we had no sleepovers had not made contact in…
I am most certain that the majority of students have or had a friend they have known for years. Someone they can be themselves around without any judgment. Well, I used to have a special friend similar to the described description. My former friend was one of those friends who are difficult to find and lucky to have. He and I had an abundance of similar interest. Unfortunately, all great things must come to an end, and this friendship was at its end. At this very day, I am still wondering as to what happened to our perfect friendship. I may never know the reason, however, I can bring some clarity into my understanding of this discontinued friendship. Throughout this memoir, I will describe my friendship with Anthony, analyze it through many perspectives, and compare how I felt three years ago to my current feelings.…
I was face first against the wall, held by my arms by lackeys of the resident bully. I had gotten myself into this position on my own, and expected no help from other kids or the staff. My name is James, I am 15 years old and I live in an orphanage. This had been my life for the past 7 years and I did not know much else. I had an aptitude for making trouble and it usually got me beaten up, or grounded. This time I had humiliated the poor boy by reading his personal diary to the rest of the lunch hall… Apparently, this was not a good choice, and now I was here. After he had hit me a few times, he made an unintelligible noise that apparently meant throw me on the ground, as this is exactly what happened. Before I knew it I was lying face up on the floor, being repeatedly kicked by the three boys. The first couple of seconds, I wasn’t worried. This was normal for me. But after that, I began to worry. I was scared. They had never beat me this bad, kicked me so hard. The pain was unbearable. Eventually they must have gotten bored because the kicking had stopped, but the pain was still there. I felt sick. It hurt to move. All I could think of was my bed. After waiting a few minutes, I had the strength to crawl up the stairs and into the building of which this lovely home of mine was built. I reached the staircase leading to the first floor and reached for the hand rail. Pulling myself up with its help, I scaled the stairs. One by one. Every step felt like someone was stabbing me in the chest. I came to the conclusion that I had broken a rib, but was so exhausted, didn’t think of reporting it. I got into the hallway and luckily for me my room was directly in front of me. Stumbling through the door, I slammed it and locked it straight away, convinced I wasn’t leaving again. This was my second mistake. I stripped off, clambered into bed and before you could say sleep, I was snoring. This is where my life changed. Forever.…
It started out like any other day. I got out of bed and scrambled to get out the door after I took an extra hour in the shower. I hopped into a seat next to my best friend Erin. We talked for the ten minute ride before finally arriving at school. I sat down in homeroom waiting for the bell to ring. Brrriinnngggg! I rushed to Mrs. Gregory’s room for Lit. Everything was fine until gym class. I had forgotten my assignment notebook in Mrs. Saphir’s room so I ran back upstairs to get it from under my chair. As I started to walk back towards the locker room I heard the bell ring… late! I walked into the locker room hoping Mrs. Dennis wouldn’t notice my tardiness, but my locker is right next to her office. I quickly filled out a minor for before…
It was the most hottest day at Sacramento High school, I was glad they have an AC every time i get inside i feel cool and fresh. I was also glad my best friend came to this high school with me his name is Dominic Santiago but i call him in his nickname i gave him Dom for short to save time. It was homeroom and once i went inside the classroom i find an empty desk where i can’t sit next to new people i don’t know. My homeroom teacher was a woman named Mrs. Salasar who teaches biology. She hand out our schedules which were our classes. when homeroom was over it was first period and so on until break or lunch once second period was over it was break and i found my best friend Dom who treats me like a brother. I yelled out his name across the hallway and once he heard me he also screamed across the hallway.…
In the short story "The Love of My Life," two teenagers make one bad decision and their lives are changed forever. The author, T. Coraghessan Boyle, wrote the story based on an actual news story that had occurred a few years back. The author does a great job of making the relationship between Jeremy and China seem so wonderful and almost innocent, that it is hard to be angry with them. The two characters in the story, Jeremy and China, are young and are head over heels for each other. The very first line of the story is all it takes to make the reader realize that these two youngsters share the true meaning of love, "they wore each other like a pair of socks." All of that changes when the two find out that China is pregnant. Instead of properly handling their situation, they have the baby and dispose of it in a dumpster at a motel. Although the story has a very upsetting plot, you can't help but feel some sympathy toward the characters.…
Before this day, I had never felt anything like this, but over and over again for the next few weeks I continued to feel sick and scared. After a few medical appointments, I was diagnosed with anxiety disorder, ADHD, and ADD. At first, I didn’t know much about them, but we did some research and soon learned what it was all about. For several months straight, it was a normal occurrence where I would have to leave class at least two times a day. I was short of breath, felt sick to my stomach, couldn't focus, and sometimes I couldn't even walk. My educational performance went downhill, and so did my health, as I lost weight. That is when I was constantly made fun of or bullied. I made the “A” sports teams my sixth grade year in soccer, basketball, and baseball which lead to more…
A mother: a woman in relation to a child or children to whom she has given birth. Since the day I was brought into this world, confused and unknowing, my mother not only kept me alive but has given me the best life that she could offer me. As a child, I only knew that she was in charge of me and loved me, but now I know that there is so much more that my mother has sacrificed. As my role model, my best friend, and inspiration my mom has proven to be the most responsible and steady person in my life. I know that there isn’t one person in this world who will impact and change my life more than my mother.…