Arnado: A Short Story

Chay knew something wasn’t quite right and asked, “Are we going to see mommy?” The preacher pulled over to the side of the road and got out of the car. His uncle turned around and said, “Your mother isn’t coming home kids, she died this morning.” Then he broke down crying. “You’re a liar!” Chay screamed. “Mommy said she was going to play with me and the train tonight. You’re a liar, she’s not dead!”

Although, I did not know the answers to the questions on the test. I knew that what I obtained on this test would influence the grade I acquire the rest of that marking period. When I arrived home that day, I told my parents that I thought I did well. The next day, Mrs. Weller called me, and a few others, out into the hallway to tell us that we failed the test. My mom saw the grade in skyward, and when she came home, she lectured me for not studying. While my mom was lecturing me, I began to think how I could have improved. My mom was really scaring me. I could tell that my mom was not joking around at all.

Growing impatient, the day finally came, the test results were online. I logged on to my student portal anxious, hesitant, and excited all at once. When I clicked the button that read View Test Results, I saw that I had not passed my 10th grade reading FCAT. I immediately burst into tears. Not only was I disappointed in myself, but this would be my very first time failing the FCAT. The year I needed to pass it so that I would not have to take it again, was the year I failed. I had went into a depressed mode ever since I found out I

I’ll never forget how frightened and scared I was the day we left Nauvoo. We left our beautiful home and all of our possessions behind as we began our trek West to the Rocky Mountains. We didn’t want to leave but the persecution had become so bad from the people who hated our religion that we had no choice. They burned down our temple and stole our livestock and reports of members of our church being assaulted or killed were becoming more and more frequent. After my father’s business had been broken into and his printing presses destroyed, we had no other option but to leave. So we sold all the possessions that we could and bought a team of oxen. We loaded everything into the wagon, and started a journey that would last over a thousand miles

One week passed since Anna took her Math test and she knew that her test was going to be handed back to her in class. Anna thought to herself that she mastered the test, since she had been study for weeks before the test. As she had sat down, the teacher started to hand back the test. When she got her test, her smile quickly feel, and anger starts to bubbled inside her. She got a C- on her test, and started to freak out.

The science test you’ve been dreading has finally come to haunt you. You walk in, and the teacher routinely reminds you of the weight of the test on your grade, 80%. The teacher hands out the test and you blankly stare at the questions that can either build up, or destroy your grade. Unconformities?! What are they? Scrolling through the pages, you finally find some questions you know. The teacher announces that there are only 5 minutes left before you must turn your answers in. In a hurry, you halfheartedly guess most of the test, hoping that you get lucky. Days pass, and you receive your final grade for the test. Next to your score you see an F in bright red. Frantically, you race to the computers to check your overall grade. You log on only to see a perfectly stable B+ plummet down to a D. On the bus home, you are tense, assured that your parents have seen the obvious drop. Walking through the door, your mom asks “How’d the test go?” Stammering, you reply with “Er--well that's a long story”. Confused she asks for the test, and you wearily hand it over. You immediately see the disappointment in your mom’s face as she flips throughout the pages. Your punishment was groundation, and after your mom lectures you, she walks out. You think for a while, and realize that you could’ve prevented all of this if you simply studied instead of playing that game for longer.

“ Well, I guess it’s time that I told you. You’re going to have a new baby sister!” announced Mrs.McKay.

Mr. Baroody put the test down on my desk, and as I flipped it, I saw a mean 37% staring up at me. I was sick to my stomach and felt like crying my eyes out. A hard class is a struggle, but for me the experience has been a guide to how I should approach life and school.

A story. No, not the story of the century, but mine, yes. It all starts with one individual. A girl. When I made the mistake of falling in love with this girl. Eva was the name of the woman I thought I’d marry. Such a beautiful person, long, dark hair, grass green eyes, and such pale skin you would think she was made from snow. What was unknown to myself, was the fact that one big shot was fond of the young woman as well. Avgos, had the “ultimate”,as some would say, black hair, and blue eyes that would give him whatever he wanted. Avogs always wore an outfit which made him look like the prince of the 1600s. Avgos had learned about the feelings I had for her… It all went south from there.

A rustling sound stirs Nero from his sleep and he awakens, eyes darting over to the source of the noise. The bedsheets were sheets twisted in an array with one pillow hanging precariously from the edge. Avilio was nowhere to be seen.

It was early in the morning and my mom called me down for breakfast “Ben come down for breakfast” she said. I can downstairs to another command “Ben g\o get napkins from the basement” “do I have to” I said then my mom gave me the just do it look which means you should really do it or i'll be mad . When i got in the basement I thought to myself I can’t reach the napkins now can so for some reason i decided to try to get them from on top of a old creaky wood stool. I took a step and almost slipped already due to the dust but i still kept going.

The bell rang, and Mrs. Heath called, “Turn in your textbooks!” Vanessa looked at the clock, signaling the end of the period. As she turned her book in, Mrs. Heath told her, “Hopefully tomorrow you won’t be as incompetent.” Vanessa ignored her and walked out of the class to hear a crash behind her. The old clock had finally fallen and shattered. About time, she thought. As she walked into the crowded halls she was almost immediately shoved against the lockers. Her books fell out of her hands and she crashed onto the

Once upon a time there was a little girl named Connie who had a harsh time. Lots and lots of people tried to help her, but they didn’t seem to have any improvement. All Connie was doing was trying to bring her grades up. Connie really could not handle the pace of learning. Mrs.Kiln was her teacher, but she didn’t know how to make Connie learn faster. Mrs.Kiln and Connie knew her grades were going down at a fast pace. At home, she was studying very hard on the computer. On the next day, she met Mr.Eli, he was going to help Connie on her studies. Also, he would say her grades if she asked. When she came to school, she also had a test. Her simple test was: “Okay students, now you have to write a sentence in

Micah sees the distress in Fiona’s eyes and at that moment, he knew exactly what she was thinking. “No! He’s not taking another person away from me,” he exclaims. “If he takes you…he has to take me as well.”

I told him not to do it, but the poor sod never listens. Aculeo, that fool, just sent himself on a pilgrimage. We don’t even believe in the sorts of things like religion, and by we I mean me, well really Aculeo, but he is the stupid one. Let us just say that I am the remaining sanity in the mind of a senile old man, a senile old man who somehow manages to run across three of the most prominent churches of the Byzantine Empire and have absolutely no clue as to what he is participating in; an unwanted pilgrimage to the Hagia Sophia, San Vitale, and San Appolinare.