After 4 hours of math, science and history it was finally time to get our stuff and walk over to the junior high for the 8th grade graduation rehearsal. I needed to go get my stuff from my locker with the other 150 kids that also needed their stuff. I fight through all those people and managed to get to my locker. I grabbed my backpack with my lunch and the book I’ve been reading “From the Mixed-up Files of Mrs. Basil E. Frankweiler”. Now that everyone has their stuff, we started walking.…
As the sun was rising in Saskatoon, Ophelia was hurrying around like a busy bee. It was her third day of University and there was no way that she was going to be late. There was no more time to worry about her ex-girlfriend and the possibility of her dying alone. Oh Delilah, why would you leave me, thought a distressed Ophelia. It had been four months since she left to New York and Ophelia was no closer to getting over it.…
When I had first heard about Dunes through youth group at Good Shepherd, I thought it would be a fun three day trip to the beach with a bunch of my good friends. Little did I know, I would learn many new things that really inspired me and persuaded me to grow in ways I never thought I was capable of. Not only were these three days at the beach a very fun time with my friends, it was somewhat very emotional as well. I learned so many new things about my peers and watched their relationship with God grow. I can confidently say that without Dunes, I wouldn't be the person I am today, and I am extremely thankful that I went and had the time of my life.…
Beep!” My head shot up out of my warm sheets and aimed towards the source of the sound. Diving to the foot of my bed, I put my alarm clock to sleep. I focused on the clock; the bright white light reading “4:29”. Swinging my legs off the side of the bed, I rubbed my eyes awake and walked out of my bedroom.…
Jessica Kane was about the average 17 year old girl. She fell somewhere in the middle of the food chain in the harsh world of high school. She had a decent amount of friends, mainly in her own clique, but she tended to get along with most people in her grade. She was a really nice and sweet girl, but she didn't have a problem speaking her mind. She was a really pretty girl, with looks that would belong to most varsity cheerleaders.…
I got to my dad's, and saw my dad waiting to see me. I smiled, and hugged him. “Hi dad!” I smiled. He replied with a hello as well.…
It all started when I was in about fourth grade. A group of firefighters came to my school for a presentation. I remember vividly an intimidatingly burly fire marshall telling I don’t remember much about it, except that they told each of us that we needed an escape plan in case of a fire. I remember a story my mom had told me many times about a fire that devastated her family when she was a little girl. It made me shake in my shoes.…
It was around 6:00 pm, and my mom, and sister's Nikki and Tori, and myself, all walked out of the dirty, cream-colored door, leading into the garage at our house. As we piled into our dark blue mini-van to go to my third-grade parent/teacher/student conference, nervous energy was suspended in my skull. The nervousness didn't surprise me. I always felt fear whenever I headed to the parent/teacher conference.…
Faith is the belief in something greater than us one can put full trust, confidence, and reliance on when difficult times arise. I was raised to be involved with church activities to maintain my spiritual life; additionally my faith grew dramatically when my cousin deceased and gave me an overview of what I wanted to pursue my career as. When I was a child, my parents encouraged me to always be as loving and caring as I could be, not for personal gain, but to be benevolent to the people around me. I was raised with two loving parents, Mario and Rebeca, along with a younger brother, Mario and older sister, Ana.…
The day of the big Springfield trip was when I was in fourth grade and when I was nine years old. I woke up at five forty-five a.m. and dressed myself in warm cloths. Then, I went downstairs for breakfast and buttered myself a bagel. My mom was making the regular peanut butter sandwich for my lunch. After that, my mom and I drove to Mcdole Elementary as my grade prepared to leave.…
“I’m sorry,” Sarah mumbled. Sarah woke up the next morning to the door bell. Janice jumped out of bed and ran downstairs. Sarah followed her down the steps a few seconds later.…
Ira’s First Narrative The sun dwindled between the closed curtains. The smell of s'mores filled the room, reminding me of yesterday when my sister and I melted marshmallows and made Rice Krispie Treats late at night, the perfect time to bake. It filled me with joy, especially since today was the last day I could enjoy time alone with my sister, Neha.…
Part One "Rochelle, are you sure you don't need me to pick you up? " my mom asks as she leans out the car window. I stand in front of my new school, Laguna Creek. It towers above, coating me in shadows. I nervously clutch the strap of my backpack, and, with my other hand, cling to the safety of the car door.…
As we pulled into the school drop off zone I plunged myself out of the car, yelled bye to my mom, and sprinted into the doors of the middle school. I had to run down a long hallway to reach my locker and when I got there I messed up my combination twice because I felt so rushed. My white wristwatch read 7:58, two more minutes. I tossed my backpack in and grabbed all of my first hour stuff. Right after the loud bang of me slamming my…
It pierced my ear as it blasted up, screaming a high pitched scream. The loud noise always scares me. Even when I know it’s coming. That’s what happened last time. I got so scared that I leaped out of my chair.…