Magenta
“He doesn’t do this at home.” The mother sat, frustrated, angry, at the end of her rope. Facing her was the teacher, frazzled, frustrated, also unsure of what…
The Real Summer Reading List (ending)
The Hunger Games: I should clarify – the movie, NOT the book. Why should a student spend a couple of hours reading a book when they could watch a movie in a…
The Real Summer Reading List (cont.)
If You Give A Mouse A Cookie: Few books teach children teenagers as much logic as does If You Give A Mouse A Cookie. As students often struggle to understand…
The Real Summer Reading List
Three things are certain in life: Death, Taxes, and Summer Reading. At the end of every school year, English teachers across the nation assign students summer…
Pen
It lands acutely, absolutely. An albatross over a white ocean, wandering, wondering, nearer the horizon, eventually exhausted, exasperated. It is devoid of…
Hivelings Pt. 7: Ivan
“I got Math first,” Cassidy said, looking over her list of classes. “Then History, Science, Gym, and...” She eyed the list with a look of confusion…
Hivelings Pt. 6: Speech
“May I have your attention please?” the naga called. “Allow me to introduce myself. I am the principal of this school. Welcome to Taura High.” She took the mic…
Hivelings Pt. 5: Orientation
The two chatted amiably during the whole bus ride to the school, and even continued talking on their way inside. Once inside, they stared in awe. The school’s…
Hivelings Pt. 3: Introductions
The bus driver, a middle-aged woman with a thin body and flat figure, appraised Cassidy up and down. “Strange...” she murmured. “You seem familiar...” “Well…
Hivelings Pt. 2: Apprehension
Cassidy stood anxiously at the bus stop, awaiting the arrival of the school bus. She had her black hair tied back in a ponytail, and a white backpack was slung…
Hivelings Pt. 1: Prologue
“Cassidy, wake up!” The teenage Hiveling groaned as she was awoken by her mother’s voice. “Aw, c’mon mom,” she moaned. “Just a few more minutes?” “It’s your…
Narrow Escape
“Uh, Sally?” Sally turned to see her best friend, Cici, staring at her distended belly. “Yes?” Sally purred, crossing her arms. “No offense, but you look like…
Contemplations of a Tortured Existence
“That’s no way to talk about your mother,” Winston chided gently, “She loves you, you know.” Earnest sulked in the yellow glow of his desk lamp, “Oh, I know…
School not cool
First day of school but only for me..... I walk in my homeroom everyone stares the teacher makes me talk about myself “My name is Lucy” that’s all i say 1st…
All The Stars In The Sky Can Be Mistaken For Planes
The theory behind roller coasters lies within the concept of gravity: How what goes up must ultimately come down and how friction (both literally and…
Down Below
I sit, blinking slowly behind my glasses. The concrete is dull and cool beneath me. I scuff my shoes miserably against the hard ground, and wait for the…
Rambunctious Boy
At the back of the classroom, Emmitt froze. He hadn’t realized the desk was so unstable. He didn’t think the teacher was watching. He hadn’t figured the log…
First Meeting
He was always tinkering with things, working with his hands. That, in fact, was how we met, even thought I didn’t know him at the time. He was working in some…
Comforts
Mark settled down next to Dave and his stuffed backpack, huddling against the bitter wind. He felt the muck of the playing field give way like a cushion as he…
Grampa's Books
A fist connected with my face and down I went. Somebody shouted, “fight” and suddenly the whole playground surrounded him, standing and gloating at me on the…