“I’m not sure!” Camila shouted while frantically searching the room for something, anything that could be of use at this point. “I need more time.” “Let me know when you figure it out!” Tim exclaimed being sarcastic while trying not to sound too nervous. “I found a hammer!” Camila shouted excitedly. “How is that going to help this situation?” Tim asked sounding more nervous every second that went by. “It might not but I’m desperate at this point!” Camila said fighting back the tears as they started to ball up in the crease of her eyelid. Camila yanked the hammer from the floor and started viciously beating the door with it. Tim backed away from the door, praying that maybe it would fly open and he will be reunited with Camila again.
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But lately, her only attitude has been resentfulness. She’s been indifferent about the move their family is making to the other side of the country during her Junior year in high school. Of course, she never was happy about hearing the news. Every year she goes through the same routine: move, get settled in, then move again. So, it is not a surprise that she was infuriated with her parents once again. Every place she moves she always has to make new friends and battle the new challenges thrown at her. As they say their goodbyes to the family and friends they are leaving behind, she begins to sob. She tries her best to hold back the tears but even she knows it is inevitable. She slowly ambles down the driveway to their car. She steps in and glances at her home once more. They start up the car and begin driving away. All Camila does is stare out into the rainy, gloomy day hoping for something good to come out of all of this bad. Maybe this place will be different. Maybe this won’t be so bad after …show more content…
She walks into the school with her locker number in her hands. The halls are very inviting. They are lined with posters showing school spirit and all kinds of different assortments of clubs she could potentially join. She walks around aimlessly looking for her locker when… Wham! She fell on her back; her books flew everywhere. She didn’t know what hit her but, when she looked up she saw a tall, thin boy that scratched his head while he looked at her. As her eyes came back into focus, she could see that he had an embarrassed look on his face. He reached his hand out to help her up. She reluctantly took the hand of the stranger because her head was pounding too overwhelmingly to get up on her
But lately, her only attitude has been resentfulness. She’s been indifferent about the move their family is making to the other side of the country during her Junior year in high school. Of course, she never was happy about hearing the news. Every year she goes through the same routine: move, get settled in, then move again. So, it is not a surprise that she was infuriated with her parents once again. Every place she moves she always has to make new friends and battle the new challenges thrown at her. As they say their goodbyes to the family and friends they are leaving behind, she begins to sob. She tries her best to hold back the tears but even she knows it is inevitable. She slowly ambles down the driveway to their car. She steps in and glances at her home once more. They start up the car and begin driving away. All Camila does is stare out into the rainy, gloomy day hoping for something good to come out of all of this bad. Maybe this place will be different. Maybe this won’t be so bad after …show more content…
She walks into the school with her locker number in her hands. The halls are very inviting. They are lined with posters showing school spirit and all kinds of different assortments of clubs she could potentially join. She walks around aimlessly looking for her locker when… Wham! She fell on her back; her books flew everywhere. She didn’t know what hit her but, when she looked up she saw a tall, thin boy that scratched his head while he looked at her. As her eyes came back into focus, she could see that he had an embarrassed look on his face. He reached his hand out to help her up. She reluctantly took the hand of the stranger because her head was pounding too overwhelmingly to get up on her