Creative Story : A Short Story

“I don’t want to go to school today,” Laurianna declared. She paused to see if her mother would start up a speech or insist that she go. Laurianna was a freshman at Versas High. Even though it was mid January, she was pretty nervous about starting in the middle of the semester and being behind. “Well that’s no way to start off your second semester in a new school” her mother exclaimed. She could hear her mother babbling about making new friends in the other room, but she was more focused on what she was going to wear on her first day. She had always dressed comfortably but still strived to keep up with the trends of her old classmates.

Abigail Jay stood in front of the school on the rain drenched steps, rocking on her heels. She was waiting for Jimmy, her uncle to close the shop for ten minutes to come and get. Most of the other students had already left from the campus once the last bell rang, they booked it. Abigail was use to waiting for Jimmy, it wasn’t uncommon for him to be late and if anything she’d be worried if he was on time. Abigail tangled with the pull strings of her hoodie, an excited smile on her face.

On a bright, beautiful, early Monday morning, Sophia started her new school. She wasn’t eager about starting a new school because she wasn’t

Her emerald eyes piercing through the room as she held her school bag loosely on one shoulder. Next was a darkly tanned girl, she very obviously looked Hawaiian with her long, wavy black hair cascading down over her shoulders and just past her bosom. Her chocolate colored orbs also scanning the room filled with new faces. She wore a lavender, sweater over her black undershirt, it falling slightly off her shoulders, a gray pleated skirt, black flats and a flower crown headband completing her look. At first glance they seemed happy to be there, but the more Evelyn looked there was just something offsetting about their searching eyes that were hidden behind their overexerted grins…

It was a peaceful and normal first hour. Well, at least for the people in it. Everyone was yelling, and the teacher had just given up on trying to stop them, and now was just browsing for a retirement home in Key West. I looked up at Jordan, who was my best and only friend. Her spiked blond hair was never put down, even in the toughest rain. Her tan legs sat on top of her desk, and her pine green eyes scanned the school newspaper.

“It’s not the same this time, dad.” Ben shrugged off his father’s hand with much enthusiasm and ease. “I’ve never moved to a new school a quarter of the way through the year. All the kids are going to have their friend groups by now.” Ben grabbed his umbrella by the staff and got ready to step out of the car.

As stated above, other “mortgage shops” would attempt to discredit an all online origination system by pointing out the lack of a “live body” person to point questions to. To counter this, The Loan Doctor will employ knowledgeable mortgage professionals to handle questions in an online chat forum that walks the client through any questions they might have; these mortgage professionals would be paid per diem, per helped client. They would be fully trained on the software The Loan Doctor uses. These threats would be from the older portion of our population that likes face-to-face

The first day of TaRaya’s middle school education started at Langford. The sixth graders were put into the new building that was built that summer. When TaRaya entered the upper level of the building, she was bumbarded by the scent of paint. As she walked to the door of her homeroom,TaRaya was greeted by Mrs.

Anastasia Lynn was a sophomore at Cottey College in Nevada, Missouri. The school sat in the middle of nowhere surrounded by nothing. No matter which direction you looked there was just trees and old dusty brick campus buildings. A trip to the inner city required two hours traveling time to and from. The only place near the all-girls college was Crowder college. They weren’t much better. The drive home to Indianapolis was worse. The trip was just short enough to make in one day with no overnight stops and just long enough to get tired of looking at the unchanging scenery of randomly placed houses and watching grass dry. Because of this Anastasia very seldom went home, but this year was different. Fall break had aligned with her twenty first

My first day of the second grade, I knew no one except the teacher and my younger brother. Kindergarten and first grade had been easy enough, but I was scared of the upcoming year. The only thing I knew about being the new kid was that it hadn’t panned out too great for Addie from the American Girl books. Mrs. Henson’s class was fairly quiet throughout the day, for most kids were nervous or tired. We neared the end of the day and I was ecstatic over the fact that hadn’t made a complete fool of myself. I hadn’t met anyone yet, but I thought that that would be a challenge for another day. Unfortunately, that’s not what Mrs. Henson had in mind. She sent us all out to recess with a grin plastered on her face and with me practically kicking

"Ha! Gotcha now, doll!" Byron had dropped Jill off at Charles' place, to pursue her. He was gaining on CJ; so much that he could see her dashboard. He tapped her bumper from behind, and latched onto it. They were attached for miles. CJ steered her car into the rural area of town. She geared it in reverse and jumped out the door. Byron was thrown through his back windshield. She ran from both vehicles, as far as possible. Byron was after her; he couldn't allow her to live with the truth. It was a brick wall; she was trapped.

It was a biting cold, August day, where Ell Johnson, a fourteen year old student at Myers High School. It seemed like any other day, but this was special to her. Ell was never like the other kids. She would always look outside, watching the pitter patter of rain drops create puddles outside the classroom,

1 in 10 children : child maltreatment. 1 in 16 children : sexual abuse. 1 in 10 children : witnesses to family violence. Child abuse is a huge problem needs to be put to a stop. Why is child abuse still a problem if laws are being enforced? The only solution is that the United States need more laws to be enforced in order to stop child abuse and neglect. Some people may say that the current laws are efficient and we don't need anymore laws. Here are some reasons on why child abuse need to be stopped. Emotional abuse is a huge problem and there is few laws that fight it. Physical abuse is one of the most fought abuses, although in 2005, 899,000 children were physically abused. Sexual abuse can majorly affect someone's life by inflicting mental disorders, stds, and physical harm.

It was a bleak, foggy day in September. Alexa took a deep breath as she cautiously trudged into her new school. The chatter of kids, who had known each other for years, echoed through the wide hallways. Endless rows of striking red lockers occupied every possible space Hordes of students crowded the halls like an army of ants. She could feel an abundance of eyes looking her up and down, wondering who this new freak was, wondering who was invading their tiny, close-knit school. It was horrendous enough that she was a freshman. It was even worse that she was new. She was fresh meat in a

Among the various forms of children punishments, corporal punishment has been revealed to be an ineffective form of correction due to the negative consequences associated with it. Corporal punishment involves subjecting children to physical pain as a corrective measure to prevent them from engaging in inappropriate behaviors. This is a type of power assertive method of discipline where children are subjected to punishments without explanation or justification. They grow up in fear of the consequences of corporal punishment rather than understanding the right from the wrong. The consequences associated with physical punishment include both physical and emotional abuse that has adverse effects on the growth and development of children. As a result of corporal punishments, children are often left with disabilities or bad medical conditions in case of injuries during punishment. The children are also abused emotionally through the vulgar language that is often used by the parents during the administration of the punishments. This physical and emotional abuses that children are subjected to makes them lead a disturbed life in future. The recommended approach of discipline is therefore the inductive method where the children are guided with explanation and justification in case of punishments in order to understand rather than fear the reason behind the punishment.