Short Story: Levi Middle School

One day in Lindley Middle School there were two girls in Mr. Foreman’s classroom and their names were Anazia Maisonet-Snell and Lanecia Hayward. So as they were just sitting in class doing their work Lanecia decided she was going to take Anazia’s pencil case because her pencil broke and when Anazia saw Lanecia took her pencil case Anazia said, “Give me back my pencil case” and Lanecia didn’t which made Anazia very upset. Then Anazia got louder because she knew that that would make Lanecia give back her pencil case. Since Lanecia gave Anazia back her pencil case Lanecia didn’t bother trying to take it again.

“I want her to be safe.” Nick whispered. It wasn’t a lie, but Nick just had a horrible way of going at it. “She’s my friend.”

The story I am analyzing is ”Seventh grade” is a story made by Gary Soto. This short story is fiction because although Gary Soto relates to Victor, the main character, the events are unreliable. Gary Soto wrote this short story for the sole purpose of entertaining the audience made of middle schoolers. The theme of this short story is what really grabs the attention of readers because the readers are able to relate. With that being said, or in this case typed, the theme is that it is nerve wracking talking to your crush. The point of view of this story is third person limited which means that the narrator is not part of the story but instead is told through the eyes of one of the characters. Although if the story was third person omniscient

“Yeah, it’s basically his dominant feature.” After a few minutes of surprisingly natural conversation, Nicole says what I’ve been waiting for her to say. “Melinda? I’m really sorry. About everything. You were such a good friend to me, and I should have at least asked for your side of the story about what happened at the party. So are we cool now?” She looks at me with a vulnerable expression. I can tell she feels extremely guilty, and wants to be friends again. So I say the right answer.

“I’m sorry to hear that, my baby boy can be very disrespectful at times. Do you want me to talk to him?”

“And Ethan I saw some good shots from you. I hope you decide to trial.” The teacher noted. Same gave him a smile for the compliment.

“ In the early month of May at the Menifee Middle School, it was a normal day until ‘YES’, ‘HIT HIM’ ‘HIT HIM.’ Students were pilling out into the schoolyard toward the echoes of cheering. With the excitement in the air, it was the chance for students to grasp the glimpse moment of exhilaration.

I understood that he was very young, but I still tried him as a client and told him that anything he told me, would be confidential. I made sure he understood what it meant and who I would share the information with, that he told me. He understood that I would have to tell my supervisor, the principal and his teacher if he wanted to harm himself or others. He acknowledged that he understood by nodding his head in a yes gesture. However, I told him that I wanted him to use his words, while we were in sessions and he had to have eye contact with him. I expected some silence, but he looked at him and said, “Yes, Mr. Ryan.” I was surprised that he spoke to me by using his words and kept eye contact with me, whenever I asked him a question. Being surprised came from the fact that I observed him in his classroom and he barely spoke to any of his classmates or made eye contact with

“Yeah, I know and that’s why you’re going to tell him,” said Jared, patting him on the back and heading towards Ms. Stweed’s classroom.

"Although you may be right. I just don't think that he needs to know, about this. He has so much on his mind already, a baby, should be the least of his worries. Forgive me if I sound prude, but Tom you're right. He means something to me. That's why I'm going to let him go."

Mr. Ells room 476. I walk in and see only two students in the room, a very tall kid in a trench coat, and a average sized kid also wearing a trench coat. I awkwardly sit down in the closest seat I could find avoiding any contact with those boys. Time passes by and the rest of the kids come in and sit down. Last of all to come in was the teacher. "Keith and Riley, please take the sunglasses off in class, I am 110% sure there is no sun in here" The class laughs as they take them off. I glance at the tall one who I think is Riley, he looks at me back with a terrifying but somewhat friendly smile. An hour passes and I am off to my second class. While I'm looking at my schedule in the hallway, Riley and Keith approach me. "Hey kid, are you new?" asks Riley. "Yeah, I just moved here from Jefferson" Keith chimed in saying "Jefferson? Really? That school sucks ass dude, sorry you had to go there". Before I could even get a word in Riley followed up with "I'm sure you know our names already, but I'm Riley Watters and that is Keith Johnson, my brother from another mother" I quickly reply. "Nice to meet you guys, gotta go" and I speed down the hallway into the void of

“Isaac you don’t get it.” She said, turning to him. “These people are the bad guys, Juniper was my friend. You saw her file and you hid it from me. What kind of friend are you?”

I still treated him like he was my best friend. The last week of school we had field day. It’s an event with running, throwing,

“I’m also glad he’s talking to people now. He’s a lot happier without her always running his life.”

Sam is the new kid in the classroom. He is a  kid who has behavior problems at the care center that he attended didn't provide him with the necessary