Coordinates: 42°53′11″N 71°18′19″W / 42.88639°N 71.30528°W / 42.88639; -71.30528 West Running Brook Middle School is located in the town of Derry, New Hampshire, United States. The school was built in 1994 - 1995 and opened in September, 1995. The school has about 600 students in grades 6-8. Each grade has 2 pods, or teams. Each team has its own set of classrooms, teachers, and lockers.
The current principal of West Running Brook, since August 2006, is Leslie Saucier.
This school was built to alleviate the overcrowding at the town's only other middle school, Gilbert H. Hood. The school's name comes from Robert Frost's "West Running Brook." The poem describes a small brook located adjacent to the school.
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