Read my short story? Is it to dramatic or stupid?

Question by ☮ Jaclyn ツ: Read my short story? Is it to dramatic or stupid?
Opinions welcomed

The wheels of the bus came to a squelching stop. I hopped off the bus as a bitter, howling wind bit at my skin. Nestling my chin into my coat, I sprinted up to my new high school. Instant warmth spread through my body as I entered the doors of Johnson High. It was apparent that I would not be adjusting to the harsh conditions of winter in New England so soon.

I made my way through the bustling hallways until I managed my way to my home room. It was a considerable feat, as the map of the school the secretary gave me seemed to be in a foreign language. My advisor was Ms. Finch, the civics teacher. Her name was apt based on appearance. The fiery red color of her hair reminded me of the pictures of foliage my parents showed me, trying to coax me into moving north. Her nose was prominent like a beak, and she had a slim but short stature. The class was chattering while Ms. Finch was typing away on her laptop. I had hardly had time to put my trumpet case down before the bell rang, when a hoard of the students trampled my path to get to their correct rooms before the announcements. I observed that the boys sat separate from the girls, like oil and water. Not wanting to disrupt the status quo so early, I settled into an empty chair among male teens. I pulled out a tattered book from my knapsack, trying to catch up with the Honors English class reading. While trying to focus on To Kill a Mocking Bird, the intercom switched on for announcements.

Static played through the room temporarily, until a bubbly and feminine voice spoke:“Hello, and happy Monday, Newport High School. Please rise for the Pledge of Allegiance!”
At this moment, like always at my old school, I remind seated and continued reading my book. Everyone else rose and mumbled The Pledge grudgingly. Ms. Finch eyed me suspiciously, but said nothing until the end of announcements. Morning announcements were over when the speaker reminded us all to “learn seven new things today”. Ms. Finch approached me. “Miles,” she seethed, “why did you not say The Pledge?” “Well, I-” I tried to say, however embarrassing it was to display my belief in front of the whole class. I could hear some girls snickering.
“Enough. You have a detention. Meet me after your classes.” She squawked. I did not have enough time to replay in protest, as the bell rang.
It can not be a good omen if you get in trouble before first period at
your new school.
It’s a peculiar thing, how students react to a new kid. Through out my assiduous day, swooning girls wanted to know what the weather was like in Florida, and the guys inquired how hot the girls were. But as the clock continued to tick, it was finally the end of the day, at least for everyone but me. I shuffled my way back to Ms. Finch’s room. Ms. Finch did not even look up at mean. Taking out my book once more, I read. One minute down, 29 more to go.
While I read, it accord to me that this was a violation of my rights. The first amendment stated Freedom of Speech, so doesn’t that also mean Freedom from Speech? My blood boiled as I released how unjust this was and before I could stop myself I jumped out of my seat.
“This is unfair!” I said, only after I said it did I realize how immature I sounded.“Sit back down, Miles” Ms. Finch snapped. “If you refuse to vow your loyalty to your country, you must sit down”.

“No, ma’am. It’s against my right to be punished for my beliefs. You didn’t let me say earlier, but the reason I do not say the Pledge is because I believe it is a religious oath more than a vow to my country. And I do not believe in any higher being. After my little sister was attacked and killed by someone as old as my father, I have denounced any belief in a God. No moral lord would do that to my sister.” The words rushed out of me, and my body was shaking. I never before had challenged some one of authority. I ironically sat back down. I could feel my cheeks flush.
Ms. Finch adverted her eyes. She finally spoke, still not looking at me.
“Mr. Beret, I understand were you are coming from. My daughter and husband died in a drunk driver accident, and the incident brought me closer to God. It is the same thing for you, except it drew you away. I can reason why you do not want to say the pledge, buy at least show respect to your country by standing. I hope we can come to an agreement.” When she looked up at me, she was smiling. A genuine one, at that.
I weighed the opinions. I never disliked my country, and I never realized how my stance against The Pledge could be perceived as lack of patriotism, just as Ms. Finch never realized my silence was me upholding to my own religious beliefs. A consensus is each party giving a little to get a lot.
“I would like that, Ma’am”. And I gave her a jubilant grin.
Its for school. Requirements:

clear beginning, middle, and end
Basic facts about division (religious and not)
Charecters histort with division
Charecters opinions and ideas concerning division
cathrl69-Actually, I say the pledge everyday. And I do not not believe in god. The point of the assignment was to present OTHER views. Not neccisarly yours.

Also, a teacher usually knows were the new student comes from, in this case, as I said, he’s from florida. Also, the teacher comes to understand him.

Also, for those extra details you wanted me to put in, the assignment can be no longer than 1 page, and I already edited the margines and made the font smaller to make it fit, it was already to LONG.

Best answer:

Answer by Sexy Sadie
If it’s for school, I don’t really have much to say except you spelled “characters” wrong. Other than that, it looks fine to me. There may be typos and other errors in there but I did not read the entire thing, so I can not say for sure.

As a story, it’s rather bland. I would not read past the first paragraph because nothing exciting or compelling is happening.

This piece sounds more like an observation. Is this what you were going for?

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