Historias de Schoolchildren

She was walking down the hallway in the distance when he spotted her by the corner of his eye. Molly, in the split-second moment she toppled down for the second time, noticed this boy who stood out. Seven inches from the floor, he caught her in his arms. Her lips brimmed with a silly kind of joy, like the time when you pull at a wishbone with someone and you get the bigger part. Really now. He ran away faster. She trod as quick as she could, intent on reaching him first. A Sherlolly fanfic (AU?) in which Sherlock and Molly are children and whatever it's 2AM. I wrote this in 2014, I think, so I'm sorry because it's unpolished and confusing. But I hope you enjoy it nonetheless :D

Read as the life of a homeschooled, antisocial 17 year old boy named Jake changes drastically. Just by going to the park!? Will this changes be good or bad? Who knows? Want to join in this mood-changing adventure? You can come anytime! %%%%%%%95%%%%%%% Disclaimer: I do not own any of the images used. All are borrowed from the internet. Cover made y @YourLittleEscape

Award-winning academic Joey Issa, has posited in an interview that it is timely for the mantra of some schools to be changed from "Education for Work" to "Education for Economic and Social Independence" in recognition of the latter as the ultimate desirable outcome after leaving school.

This is a story which is one of a few about my daughter and her bunny who Has travel every with is seen grace was born. This stories are there adventures through life. I have wrote 10 Story's so far so watch this space

What if your school wasn't like other schools? What if obeying the rules became a way to survive? What if your friends were replaced and no one could tell? Coming very soon....

A sixth-grade boy learns from his classmates and in the process teaches them about friendship.

Kapow! There was an explosion. Before I even grasped what had just happened, I could see I was covered with shards of glass. What was that noise? The train window I was sat next to had suddenly vanished and was in pieces on me and the seat. Luckily, I had not been looking towards the window at the time, otherwise my face would have been injured. Luckily, because it was winter, I was wearing an army surplus hat with furry earflaps that had protected my head and ears. Luckily, I was wearing a coat over my school blazer, gloves and long trousers that had shielded me, these winter woollies necessary because trains' heating systems rarely functioned adequately.