31 Quotes About Middle-school

Make good decisions and remember who you are, young Master Jones.’ He put his bowler back on. ‘You think I’m going to forget who I am?’ I said.‘You are entering middle school now,’ he said. ‘I think it quite likely.’ Then he opened his door, folded his umbrella, and got inside again.

They had argued a lot, but then suddenly they stopped fighting and began speaking calmly to each other, like they were strangers. That’s when I knew something was really wrong.Mo eventually explained that she and my father were simply different peas meant to live in separate pods. You would think two adults could figure that out before they got married and had kids.

There was no point in telling my father. He'd never let me quit after only one day. He couldn't help me and he'd make some terrible blunder if he tried. Parents are too innocent for the Boschian landscapes of middle school.

It was hard to help others if you hadn’t figured out how to help yourself.

The thought of blood seeping uncontrollably from my body every month for the next 35 to 40 years sounded like the most unnatural thing in the world. It seemed only fair that I got a choice in all of this, or at the very least, a few more years to be a kid. I had just turned twelve less than a month ago.

Is it real? Maylie blinked. It was still there. She snapped a photo. High walls stood strong of golden stone with more lining the top edges like jagged teeth jutting into the sky. Slim towers rounded each corner. The castle was like something from a storybook perched on an island with water spreading out in a wide moat.Maylie could imagine archers at the ready to defend the castle with bows drawn and arrow tips sticking out between the roof stones.

Rana immediately scribbled on her paper while Maylie felt the familiar freeze of her mind as she urged her imagination to take her far away.But twenty minutes later, she longed for a black hole to appear under the table and devour her.

I didn't just wake up one morning and think, "I'm a boy!" It sort of crept up on me and tapped me on the shoulder a few times before I started to pay attention I began to think that the word "girl" didn't quite fit me. It was like a shoe that was too small -- it pinched me.

...the second we get outside I breathe in deeply and let out a sigh of relief. I try to calm myself down, to wipe Georgia from my mind. And quiet down MY mean girl voice. Afterlife is hard enough as it is without being my own worst enemy.