Jessica Karris
Stories (37/0)
Walking the Treacherous Halls of Seventh Grade
They called it junior high. The move from six to seventh grade. I would no longer be a kid, but moved onto the next chapter. A teen. I went from a chubby little girl to a young woman with her emotions running wild; and all it took was a short summer to do it. Talk about a growth spurt. It didn’t end there.There was a lot of growing that took place in the year I started seventh grade. I guess that’s what’s supposed to happen. They prepare you for high school and beyond. I went from one class to seven classes in a day. There would be so many different teachers and more peers also. A bigger world in itself. I only took solace that I walked every day to school just the same as I had up through sixth grade the school was located right next to my old elementary school both close to my home I was happy to not have the need to ride the bus. In the end, I had no clue what I was getting into that year. I was a little nerve wrecked thinking about all things that would be completely new and different. Who knew my transition to junior high would be so enthralling?
By Jessica Karris3 years ago in Fiction
Susie Q
The sun was setting as the Quincy girls just finished up their dinner. Their mom turned and said to all of them, “It’s time to clean up; help each other to get all the dishes done.” All auburn haired girls moaned at once. “I will wash!” The oldest sister quickly exclaimed. “Why do YOU get to wash?” The youngest sister Susie pouted to her. She proudly retorted with, ”because I’m the oldest, so I get to choose first.” She went on, “besides, since you two are not jumping in to help, I can also tell you to grab dishes, and Shelly can dry.” Immediately the middle sister, Shelly, rolled her eyes. She thought her older sister was being obnoxious. In reality, Susie and Shelly were horrible at keeping up with any type of chore. Especially if they didn’t like it. They certainly did not like dishes. They would rather be goofing around.
By Jessica Karris3 years ago in Families
A Mother to All
The lady I consider my #boss mom I would also consider a mother to all. She is always looking out for others. Especially children. She is my #boss mom because she has made a very big difference in my life, and how I grew up. She still does everyday. This lady is my chosen second mother. She graciously assumed that role in my life when my mom died from cancer when I was just a child. I would have chosen my natural mom as my #boss mom, but I don’t remember a lot about what she taught me growing up. While she was here, she taught me love. I do know that her death has played a part in who I am today, as a person, and as a writer.
By Jessica Karris3 years ago in Families