The Hurt Locker

was over. Then I seen the security guards open the locked gates. My family rushed straight towards me to try and comfort me. At that moment I really didn 't feel like talking to anyone I just wanted to be alone. As I was walking up the hill to the locker room the coach stopped me. Coach Lane told me that I have a very bright future ahead of me. Coach Lane told me to keep my eyes on the right path don 't let any distractions get in my way. After hearing those words I started to lighten up and…

up and go through the line, saying “Good game, good game, good game…” I walk back over to the bench and take off my helmet and chest pad, keeping on the clunky shin and foot pads for now; I’ll wait until I’m back to the locker room to take those off. I slowly walk back to the locker room, and open the door and see my team taking off their gear. They all have tired smiles on their face; I do too. We played a great game. I walk into the corner and unceremoniously drop my stuff in the general area…

“They’re gonna lose,” my teammate commented, referring to the team we were about to play. “You never know. They might win today.” I said sarcastically, while we walked into the gym. My teammate scrunched her face at me as if I was insane. “I’m kidding,” I said smiling. We sat, our faces fixated on our phones’ screens on the gym floor of LP Wilson, waiting for the last game to finish so we could get ready and be prepared for the start of the first quarter. Beeeeep! The third quarter was over.…

creeping into my voice as the need to know who he was creeped back. “Oh, the new boy?” Becky said coyly, as if she had already added him to her list of conquests. “Yes, the new boy. What were you saying about him?” I asked again as I moved from my locker and closer to hers, hoping to catch every detail about this boy in the black hoodie that I could. “Well, I heard that he used to go to a school in some big city...maybe New York...I can’t really remember…” and then she continued to drone on and…

8:05 A.M., Chris is sprinting his down the hall to English, only to find everyone sitting down, staring at the entrance of the room, and the teacher marking everyone but him present. This would not have happened if Chris’s locker had not jammed when he attempted to open it to put his bag inside. East Jordan Middle High School has an issue with the amount of tardies and absences of students. The way to fix EJMHS’s issue is to rewind it’s ban on bags in classrooms, which would also help with other…

The stage was set. The locker room was quieter than mice. Everyone was preparing for, perhaps the biggest game of their lives. Before the game, my team and I had recently watched the movie, The Miracle on Ice. We were inspired. From there, our coach had read the lines for the current game. My name wasn’t said until the end. I thought to myself “Oh great, hardly any playing time again”. Me and my teammate Kyle, glanced at each other and watched the opposing team, the Soo Jr. Lakers step onto…

Buzzz! The sound of the siren goes off. It is halftime. Jogging off the court, I follow my team to the locker room, all of us sweaty, out of breath, and completely dejected. What happen to the Baron pride at the beginning the game? It seems that even the coaches have given up on us as they stomp out the locker room in frustration. We all sit in a room overflowing with silence and tension. I stand and say, “Ladies, why are we letting a few bad plays and missed shots completely discourage us? We…

rings, the teacher comes up to me saying “Next time pay attention instead of looking at the clock, time will pass by faster”. I carelessly just nod my head and walk away. I race down the long hallway and down the stairs to finally get to the varsity locker room, meeting up with my friends Brian and Alex. As we walk in we hold our nose, trying not to smell…

homework folder and make sure my assignments are in there.Mrs.McGrath sends us to our lockers to put our homework in our homework. We eventually line up to go to Mrs. Key’s socials studies class. She's very mean to us except to four students .She gives them cool nicknames out of the whole first grade. I'm walking with the rest of the class down the hallway between the bright newly painted primary colored lockers while Mrs. Mcgrath waves at us goodbye with her wrinkly fragile hand.I walk with my…

There are many things I see as the day goes on. At the start of the day a nice girl with hair as golden as a shining sun sets me in her wallet. She’s nice when her thin fingers make every inch of my crisp, green body flat in the tight pocket so I do not wrinkle. There are other dollar bills in here with me. They seem friendly enough, but as I try to say hello they do not answer. Before I can even ask why, we stop moving and the girl pulls us all out. It’s nice to be able to breathe again without…