Inside Me

When I was in pre k I liked going to school so much but suddenly my mind changed when I skipped grade 1 and went to grade 2. I remember when I was in 2nd grade,I didn’t wanted to go to school. To me the hard part of the school was the students and the teachers, they were like a crow to me and I am the cat who is being chased by the crow. So when I walked through the brown door of the classroom I could feel the shiver in my body. I could hear the sound of children talking and laughing. Also I…

I could not stand to sit inside as the other kids went outside and played with their friends. But now I realized that Mrs. Brown and Ms. Mallard made those reading circles help me. Mr. Anthony and Ms. Kacey read and wrote with me to help me. My mom made me stay inside by myself and learn so she can help me. She made me come home and practice more so she could help me. All these pushed me to be the best. There is a poem I love written by the mayor of Newark…

“You killed Elizabeth!? Why?” “No, no, of course not. The real Lonely One did all that. He’s probably long gone by now. But he is my inspiration--” Something snaps inside of me. I start screaming, at him, at God, at anyone or anything that could hear me. My screams are met with his insane laughter, just as loud and ten times more maniacal. I try rocking back and forth in my chair, but it is bolted to the cold, damp basement floor. “Shut up!” a voice suddenly…

she can use the branch to push the part of the plane out the way. She finally arrived at the plane.Trying not to hurt herself she slowly placed the branch on the piece of the plane. “If anyone is not hurt in there can you please get up and try to help me move this part of the plane with the branch,”Kayla…

visits. Slipping and sliding he scurried up the steep mountainside while trying to be quiet. From time to time, he grabbed the bushes to keep from sliding backward. When he arrived at the mines, he moved the boards covering the entrance. He stepped inside, shined a flashlight on the wall and the ceiling, he never saw the open shaft in front him. Then he noticed the odor was worse than on previous trips, he rushed outside holding his fingers over his nose and sat down in the leaves with his face…

One, morning as my father was dropping me off at my elementary school I had asked: “Can you bring me lunch today?” His face had to turn doubtful that he has going to disappoint his daughter. “I don’t have-“, his reaction had turned on the light bulb. He twisted his body around the seat to grab a dirty brown paper bag and hand it to me. Inside were his usual lunch, a tuna kit, and a mountain dew. “Thank you, daddy, I Love you!” I jumped off my seat gave him a kiss and ran off to school. My father…

Ugh! Why does it seem that I have such horrible luck? The waters of this treacherous Island surrounding me, finds me awaiting death, yet it's arrival is slow. But I can overcome it, I just need to stay above the surface. Everywhere aches, from the sole of my feet to the hairs on my head. I'm slowly drowning, I need help! Immediate help. Why can't anyone answer my plea? Getting stuck in an unknown sea is a horrendous doom that I wouldn't wish of anyone, not even an enemy. I was always a good lad,…

I come from a divorced family. I have hateful parents, not towards me, but towards each other. I can’t stand it, the way they look at each other, the way they talk or act towards each other just irks me. I don’t blame my mother for ditching my father, who could? He was a dirty old, good-for-nothing, scumbag. Since he has left us, he hasn’t even given my mother and I a second thought. Since the divorce, I usually go to my father’s apartment on the weekend. The only reason I visit him is because…

There was blood everywhere. I didn't know what what to do, he trapped me in the corner. The phone started ringing. I was trying to reach it, I could feel the phone in my hand. It was summer break, I just finished my senior year and going to college for football. My life is perfect, i just won state champs for football, my girlfriend is a cheerleader, and i am going to arizona on a full ride scholarship. As i got out of my car, i was heading to my house and i heard all these kids yell my name…

Imagine that you are a farmer. You have just returned home from a long day of working in the field. Exhausted you unlace your boots, kick them off, and head inside to your children. As you walk through the door your family is waiting for you to eat supper, it is nine o'clock at night. That night as you eat your late supper your family takes turns sharing their experiences of their day with you. Your teenage daughter tells you that her friend just got a new smartphone again, and she asks if she…