Free Narrative Essays-Sunset Beach High School

“I would be honored to invite Demetri Ford and his little sister, Tiana Ford, to the stage!”

Back in middle school around the 6th grade I was a bitter person. Having been hurt from past and present situations I was not keen on forming relationships with other people. I always kept to myself, never causing any trouble and sure to keep far from it by turning the other cheek. Then one day the student occupying the seat beside me mistakenly took my school pack believing it to be his own. I had only become aware of the mistake after he had begun leaving out the classroom’s door. Before he was able to reach the schools exit i managed to catch up to him; informing him of the mistake he made. With that brief encounter a small friendship began. Everyday afterwards the same student would spark a conversation with me before classes began. He

Looking through this thread so far, pretty much last as usual thanks to my writing style, I was surprised to see there are no fellow procrastinators in the class. This is a stark contrast from my recently departed high school class. We would all get rubrics and prompts at least a week in advance and we would all begin our assignments on the same day: the day before the assignment is due. Sometimes it was utter chaos in the library in the morning of or the lunch period right before. Sometimes others would forgo the whole early or late ordeal and have no paper to turn in at all. We were young, we were wild, we were all so very stupid. But then again this is college, this is a different animal, and many have seen the error of their ways and chosen

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I was ten years old when middle school first began for me at the Dr. An Wang Middle School in Lowell, Massachusetts, and already, I was excited for a new school year with new people, new teachers, and new friends. Sadly though, I never could have expected what the real turn out for me at that school was, and in truth, it was harsh, and cruel bullying. Mostly, the beginning of the year was fine for me, and everything seemed pretty normal, but as kids became more comfortable in the new school, they also became meaner. One rainy morning in October, a group of eight or nine kids decided to play a game with me, and because I was the shortest, and the chubbiest, they thought it would be funny to lock me outside of the school in the pouring rain. I tried getting in, and banging on the windows, but nothing would ever happen.

“Have you ever had a ball. I have and it was in Groom TX Cafeteria.”

Ugh!!!!! How can i make money in this stupid town? Keno yell loudly while his hand was on his face. (Keno was darksin with blue eyes , black hair , and he carry around a sword with wings which his farther gave him before he left to travel the world.) Hmmm i wonder if there any fighting competion going on i town?! As i walked down the busy street i seen a post board with all type of prize winning money competion ...I walked to the board and the first then that caught my eye was a sword pulling contest , A smrik came on my face and i grab the poster and started to walk down the road which would lead me to the contest.

The winter of grade ten was one of the most challenging times of my life. I was socially isolated and had trouble making friends, my grades had yet to recover since my transition to a new secondary school, and the guy I was friends with that I started developing feelings for blocked me on social media and cut me out of his life. I ended up crying for hours the night I realized how much I hated my life, and at some point during that night all my sadness and pain faded away until I felt empty and numb. For the next few months after that time, I can’t recall feeling any emotions. Although I was never formally diagnosed, I knew something was wrong. I made a promise to myself that although I didn’t feel alive, I had to keep up my life for the sake

forced him to. He would pick fights with boys and sneak out when he wasn’t supposed too.

The clock is ticking. I have no time left to spare. The clock reads 3:00 am, and I have yet to sleep. My laptop is in front of me, a cup of coffee rests in one hand, and an anxious younger sister sits beside me as I continue to check and correct her homework.

I entered the world as a dreamer…not exactly I arrived into the world screaming so emphatically my face was flushed red but yes as time progressed my imagination spiraled, but first let's rewind. April 6, 2004 was a particularly humorous day for my mom, she waddled into the waiting room for her monthly checkup with the OB/GYN doctor very pregnant, the doctor concluded that she was five centimeters dilated and asked politely if she was having any contractions my mom strongly spoke, “No.”. The doctor was in between crossroads she didn’t want to send my mom home, fearing she could have the baby at home or in the car, but there was no explanation to monitor or keep her overnight. The doctor explained the risks of going home, and informed my mom

“It’s right over there in the basket,” he quickly answered. As I walked over to pick up the volleyball I had an ever better idea. My homemade grenade was already circular and about the size of a volleyball, so I just painted it the same color and design as a volleyball. My master plan was set.

On a cool and crisp Saturday fall morning, I tiredly moved out of my bed and stumbled to my feet. Barely able to open my eyes, my dad comes barging into my room with a job in mind for me to do. “Today I want you to vacuum, mow the lawn, and clean up your room before you go out with your friends,” stated my dad. I knew from that point on that my day went just went from being potentially really good to really bad. In my mind, I knew that I didn’t want to do my chores, but I knew that by doing them was the only way that I would be able to go out with my friends. I knew that Friday during school I had made plans to go to Six Flags with my friends which we have wanted to do for what feels like forever. I then felt motivated to start my day from there on forth.

It was a Thursday afternoon and I was patiently sitting in my chair at school talking to my friend Tanya about what we were going to do that weekend. I hear a voice say “Mr. Johnson can you send Lynn to the office for check out.” I was excited because this meant I did not have to go to math class. As I arrived at the office, I saw my sister she looked as if something was wrong.

“I took some time to buy some cheap tea yesterday while I was getting your blackout curtains,” I explained. “It’s not very good tea, but it goes well with biscuits.”