Short Story

             The alarm rang (1. Simple sentence). It was 6:45 a.m. on Monday, August 24^th, and John’s (2. Protagonist) second official first day of senior year of high school.  John was actually twenty-six years old, and just got assigned his first case to be an undercover cop at a school.  He wasn’t (3. Contraction) happy about it, but if he wanted to climb further up the ladder in the undercover cop world, it was his only choice (4. Oxymoron).  He had heard stories about the last person that was let go (5. Euphemism) because they did not comply, and he didn’t want to be like them, he wanted this job. 

                   After getting dressed and eating breakfast, John headed off to school.  His assignment was pretty simple.  There was a rumor circulating around his city that the organizer of an underground club was a student at this school.  This club was responsible for many injuries of students around the area, but no one could find out who the elusive owner was.  His job was to get into the party, find out who the organizer is, and to turn him in to his higher powers.  It would be like taking candy from a baby (6. Simile) – no problem for John. 

He took a deep breath before he got out of his car; he could not wait for this to get started (7. Sarcasm). He stepped inside the building, started to walk to his first class (English) (8. Parenthesis), and noticed that no one was staring at him, or even noticing that he was almost a decade older than them.  He found his English class and took a seat next to a boy that appeared, at least from the outside, to know what was happening at the school. 

                  “Hey,” he said, “I’m John.  I just moved in to town, so I’m new here.  What’s good around here?”

                  “Hey, nice to meet you,” the boy responded, “I’m Walter.  Yeah, there’s not much to do here, this town’s pretty bleak.”

                   “Oh really?  I heard there’s some crazy parties that go on here.”

                  “Yeah, there are.  We’re supposed to keep those on the down-low, though.  I wouldn’t go around as a new kid just spitting that information out if I were you.”

                  John, about to respond, sat there baffled as the teacher walked in.  Walter’s voice (9. Voice) sounded serious.  He thought that the students would be eager to talk about the parties that they go to.  Apparently not. 

                  The English teacher started his beginning of the year speech.  He told the class a quick anecdote (10. Anecdote) about his students from last year and told us to call him Nicholas the Great (11. Epithet), and he would be the greatest teacher that the class would ever have.  John knew that he would enjoy this class, and the next few months of this job wouldn’t be as bad he has previously though. 

                  What seemed like ten years (12. Hyperbole), but in reality was only a month had passed, and John felt like he had accomplished nothing.  He had found out a little about the party, but had yet to get an invite.  He needed to step up his game if he wanted to get out of high school anytime soon, and he wasn’t so sure he could do it much longer, having to memorize words like enthymeme (13. Enthymeme) and all.

                  One day at lunch, John and Walter were sitting together trying to come up with a mnemonic device (14. Mnemonic device) for the cell cycle, when Walter popped the question.

                  “Hey, so you know those parties you were talking about at the beginning of the year?  There’s one on Friday night, and I got you an invite.”

                  John, usually the calm one (15. Periodic sentence), was overwhelmed, enthused, giddy (16. Asyndeton)! He couldn’t believe that the time had finally come.

                  “Ring!” (17. Onomatopoeia) The bell for class rang before John could squeeze any more details out of Walter.  He would have to wait for tomorrow. John had grown a large audience (18. Audience) in his journey through high school with his co-workers.  They were all dying to know what happened every day when he went into the office, and he could not wait to tell them that he finally god invited.  For his older co-workers, their tone (19. Tone) for him would change when the finally realized that he was capable of solving a crime.  Him going to this party would be confirmation (20. Confirmation) that he could stay in this line of work for a long time.  It was time to prove some people wrong on Friday night…