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Descriptive Essay
Descriptive Essay
It was a seemingly beautiful day as I drove on a joy ride in my bright blue sports car, with the
wind in my hair. This is an everyday activity for me. My friends would mock me saying, "You
spend more money on gas than you make working." I laughed to myself at the thought of jokes
amongst my friends. That happiness was soon halted. As I continued driving, I saw a car coming
rapidly around the curve. The car did not show any signs of slowing down as it headed towards the
intersection. The light turned yellow and then quickly red. Another object caught my eye that made
me fear what was going to happen next. A young couple started crossing the street wearing fancy
attire. The first thought that came to mind was, 'they are...show more content...
One of the police officers came up to me introduced himself, asked me my name and started, "Have
you ever seen this driver before? On the road or around town?" I quickly responded, "No, I have not
officer." He continued, "I learned from the call back to the station that the driver, David Chrisenger,
is considered the town drunk and does not currently have a valid license due to drinking and
driving". He asked me some questions and asked me to fill out an incident report. Still shaken up by
the whole incident I gladly accepted. The officer ended our conversation. "Thank you so much for
your time, Kevin. We really appreciate it."
The only thought running through my head on my way home was how much I had not
appreciated my wife and children. To witness something of that nature makes one conscientious
about what you have and how quickly it could vanish. I vowed after that day to speak out against
drinking and driving and the terrible outcomes that can transpire from something that some do
not view as a "big deal". It is apparent that better ways have to be found for getting drunk drivers off
the road. I encourage anyone to be responsible for their lives and others by agreeing to never drink
and drive again, and to also aid your family and friends in doing so. Have a designated driver each
night or call a cab. Everyone is capable of saving a
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Descriptive Essay On Art
So, what is art? Art is a arrangement of ideas that an artist makes or builds. There are various
variations for art that express their found creativity and inspiration to their artwork. Many people
make art to display their emotions and ideas towards life or to create something beautiful for
spectators. Art is a form of pleasure which appeases the audience to stay connected or feel fixated on
that certain artwork. Art is understood through focusing on its: function, visual form, content and
creativity. It should communicate with the viewers and help them imagine the concept of the
artwork. They should also qualify work that could be seen or physically felt, displaying their ideas to
be conveyed to the public. Imagery and symbolic meaning should be present with their art piece. In
addition, they must portray their creativity and imagination on a canvas or any work of art. In my
opinion, art is a representation of your thoughts and emotions portrayed to the audience in a
perceivable and communicative manner, helping the audience connect with the artwork.
The creativity of paintings helps the viewer understand the artist's emotions, as well as their art piece.
Pablo Picasso, one of the greatest painters of the twentieth century, helped me understand more
about art, as well as his point of view of his own style or method to display his emotions onto a
canvas. I learned that Picasso was the creator of modern arts through his imaginative and innovative
ideas found in

Descriptive Essay Of A Restaurant
Once I stepped inside the restaurant I automatically could hear the music playing at a moderate
level and the laughter of the customers. Right off the back the restaurant's ambiance had a positive
vibe. Mindful, it was a Saturday late afternoon. Mary Jane Burger and Brew is a local restaurant
trying to stay true to its past. The granddaughter of the original owner now runs the place with the
intention of serving good quality food where the ingredients are fresh, mouth watering, and surely
not filled with antibiotics and all that other genetically modified elements found in processed foods.
The vintage, rustic looking place, holds a small town atmosphere with a big taste.
The host sat my sister and I at a table in the middle of the dining area. A giant window let sunlight
flood into the room and the speakers provided a good backdrop of music to help engage
conversation. The restaurant itself seems fairly modern: leather seating, dark wood tables, and
mason jar for glasses. It is the epitome of a hang out spot for any teen, millennial, or elder
meetup. The staff caters to the needs of the customers and are always ready to help out in any
way possible. I started the meal off with a glass of sweet tea that never made it lower then the
halfway point. The waitress was always there with a pitcher of their home brewed sweet tea. The
tea itself was not too sweet, it had the subtle taste of the bitterness that tea should have. In other
words it did not taste like someone dumped a bag

Descriptive Essay About A Festival
My excitement was almost palpable as I drove past Lake Okeechobee, watching sunlight bounce
reflectively off the massive body of water. My 6 best friends and I were moments away from
entering into the majestic festival land. Entering the festival grounds, we where bursting with
excitement and energy, partly because we were sitting still in a cramped car for 2 hours. The car
was moving only several inches per minute, but as the car took covered more territory, so did my
eagerness. There were only a couple of feet distancing our car from the next; everyone else was as
enthusiastic as I. I saw smiles and excitement and heard electronic music in the background, all
while sitting and waiting in a vehicle. It can to my realization that this was the first time I was
surrounded by a whole spectrum of unique people. Some attendees looked like they had just stepped
out of a Madonna music video, with neon colored clothes and asymmetrical patters; others wore
shorts and a tank top. However, there were two similarities among us: we came to dance to each
beat of the music and we all suffered from the humid, swampy, hot weather.
Although my friends and I wanted to park the car and head straight to the festival, we had some
housekeeping to do. Three tents and a camp area later, we were ready to start dancing to the
electronic music and enjoying our three day festival weekend. The summer heat was unbearable, as
the humidity engulfed the air and the sunrays kept reluctantly burning our

Descriptive Personal Experience Essay
I was in my room listening to music. My room would normally have a very serene feeling to it.
My room had a beautiful dream catcher hanging on the wall and there was also a very big
window that made it possible for me to see the moon every night. I always felt very relaxed in my
room, but that day I could hear the screaming and arguing between my mom and my dad in the
background. It was horrible. I could feel my eyes starting to water because I hated hearing my
parents fight. The fighting and arguing continued for days. On one evening I could hear the voices
of my parents arguing with my brothers. I was in my room as always and I started to feel room
getting really hot. The noises and everything else around me made me feel very...show more content...
"I haven 't been feeling so great lately",I said in a soft tone. My mom glanced at me with a very
puzzled expression on her face.
"What do you mean? Are you sick?", she asked with confusion in her voice.
"No, I mean I don't know I just haven 't been feeling too great emotionally i guess.", I responded in
a very little voice because I thought that maybe she would think that I was crazy. Once I said that
my mom stopped folding all of the laundry.
"Since when?", my mom asked with a very surprised tone.
"Maybe like 3 months.", I responded. "What! Three months why didn't you tell me".
" I didn't tell you because I thought you wouldn't understand.", I said in a tone that almost sounded
annoyed, which I think I might have been.
" I think you should go to the doctor.", she told me. I didn't want to go to the doctor, but I knew
that it would most likely help me. A couple days later I went to the doctor and he just asked me a
bunch of questions. One of the questions was, what did it feel like to have an anxiety attack. That
was probably one of the hardest questions i had ever had to answer. I couldn 't find the right words
to describe how it felt. As he kept asking me questions he would write things down. I couldn't help
but wonder what he was writing down. I would keep having the thought that maybe he was writing
down all of the bad things. After the doctor stopped talking to me he started to talk to my mom
about ways to help

Descriptive Essay About Vacation
Max Mudger
Mrs. Oncu
DE 11
30 October 2017
Narrative Essay
The air was filled with salt and warm sunlight. The waves were crashing against the Hawaiian sand
causing a beautiful and relaxing sound. With flapping wings and squawking noises, seagulls were
stalking tourists in the search of food. The soft, hot sand was soothing to the touch. The palm trees
danced in the swaying wind and the aroma of distant barbecues and sunscreen wafted in the air. As a
native Floridian, the thought of a Hawaiian vacation was appealing. Hours of waiting began to
accumulate when I was informed that my flight to Hawaii had been rescheduled. My frustration built
as I sat and anticipated the start to my vacation. After the airplane trip to the islands, I...show more
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Crowds of people began to funnel in to this one location on the beach. I imagined that an animal
had washed up on the shore and could not get back into the water. My curiosity grew, and I left my
chair to follow the path of everyone else down the shoreline.
Upon reaching the scene, I became aware of what happened. I stared down at a little girl who was
lying face up and was unresponsive to family members calling her name. It was evident that she
had drowned and was on the edge of death. Life guards began to pound on her chest and start chest
compulsions. She continued to stay motionless. Quickly, lifeguards began the operations of CPR.
These long and tiring procedures made the lifeguards physically tired. The rest of the family
bickered back and forth on whose fault this was. "Why couldn't you just watch her and do what you
were told?" I heard behind me. The father screamed, "It was not my responsibility to do that, it was
yours!" The clear frustration began to build and caused more confusion.
The lifeguards circling around the little girl seemed frightened. Leaning closer to hear the rumors
being spread throughout the crowd, I unintentionally noticed the disturbing sound of gargling from
the little girl. She had regained consciousness, but could not breathe due to the water trapped in her
lungs. Policemen arrived on the beach and began to push back the imaginary boundaries
surrounding the circle of lifeguards. The police advised everyone to leave the beach

Descriptive Essay About A New School
A new school, A new beginning. No acquaintances, No friends, having to restart my life. While
suffering with anxiety of what may lie ahead. Enduring fear of being rejected.
As a 9–year old girl, I still had a mindset that still needed friends who could influence me
positively. I found it difficult for me to make any new friends or truly be myself around anyone.
The need for belonging served as my only objective. Class after class, they all turned into
disappointments. Losing hope, I first stepped into his class, realizing everything would change.
As I approached the classroom door, A tall figure with short dark brown hair and eyes as blue as an
ocean greeted me. He also had a thin figure with great posture. With a charming smile, laid–back
presence like a carefree surfer. He always had a welcoming smile, no matter who approached him or
entered his classroom. Whenever he wears suits, he would match a distinctive tie, more unique each
time. Showing that he never wanted to be average. Looking at his appearance and his affectionate
demeanor, something told me maybe he could be the answers that I needed.
His classroom, one of the largest, was filled with a collection of different instruments varying from
flutes to drums. I did not know where to begin or what to discover first. As one of my first music
teachers/ vocal coaches, with the goal of inspiring young kids to look more into the beauty of music.
As time continued to go on, he became that one person who never gave up

Storm Descriptive Essay
Calm After the Storm
Life washes over those who expect it the least. It seeps into the expanse of space and time and steals
the innocence from the young. When I was seven I was playing with time, innocent and vulnerable.
Then life came crashing in and destroyed everything. With water–soaked clothes and tear–streaked
cheeks, I returned home with the knowledge that life has no mercy. Life is not fair. Only the salty
sting of reality to my beaten ego was my companion.
Magnificent, heavenly light filters through the wispy clouds, signifying a new day. The thin clouds
slowly drift apart, presenting a beautiful sky beneath. Speaking out to me, the sky seems to know
every one of my thoughts, my dreams, my darkest fears. The sky is but a canvas of light, creating
a new picture within seconds. Weaving a story through the delicate clouds, the picture grows
beyond the expanse of sky. The colors splay before me, beautiful and simple. Pink hues morph into
vibrant purples as they blend with the beautiful blues. The glittering stretch of sea shines before my
eyes. With every new wave, the light from above whispers promises of riches and sparkling
diamonds. The swift breeze that kisses the sea sends the twinkling light back into the air above.
The ocean strokes land with calm and reassuring hands, lacing water with sand and lifting
seashells in its wake. My heart urges me forward, to walk among the peace, to capture the sweet
smell of sea salt. My brain reasons with the rest of my body. Turning sharply from the lulling water,
I force my feet to leave the warm imprint they have grown to love among the sand. One foot after
the other, I force myself away from the calm and into the storm.
Just ahead, the shingles of my little house come into view. The roof is worn from years of wind
and rain, and the paint is now chipping and old. Harboring memories my brain cannot contain, that
house signifies my love for life. It signifies the love for my family, and the laughter they bring. That
house is my beacon of hope in the stormy weather that is my life. My pace quickens as the air
pushes past me, shoving me aside. Once forgotten waves, now lap at my feet. They call out to me,
their pleas for attention becoming urgent. I turn

My First Experience At Orientation
My first experience at orientation was Dean Groves' stately voice in Old Cabell Hall giving an
unforgettable speech about the future role of the class of 2019. The calmness and excitement he
brought to the incoming class while he spoke was indescribable. He made me and everyone else
feel as though we had a purpose and could make UVA a better place over our time here. When I
asked my friends at other schools in Virginia what they thought about their Dean of Students, they
could not even recall the dean's name let alone his or her influence on the students. The students
of UVA are thankful to Dean Groves for the effort he puts in to connect with us and for the
influence he has on our experience here. There is obviously a large difference between Dean
Groves and the faculty at other schools, so what is it about his personality that makes him so
popular with the student body and community in Charlottesville? I used the Big 5 model of
personality to examine Dean Groves. This test is made up of five factors – extraversion,
neuroticism, agreeableness, conscientiousness, and openness. Groves agreed to take the NEO–IPIP,
which is a free, online version of the Big 5 test. A colleague of his also agreed to take the test as if
she was he. The purpose of the colleague taking the test was to attempt to control any self–report
bias that could have occurred on Groves' own results. They both completed the shorter version of the
test, which is composed of 150 questions. Groves and the

Descriptive Essay : How To Start A Day
Once our day gets going it is the easiest thing in the world to get swept away by the routine, the
urgent (which, by the way, is quite different from the important), the latest minor crisis (which
probably seems major at the time) or, most common of all, the endless stream of useless thought
that simply distracts us. Even if you have made the effort and started your day properly, it is simply
all too easy to become submerged in the cares and worries of the moment and, as a result, revert to
our default state of unfocused mindlessness.
So, first things first, what does starting your day properly mean? Well, none of us would even think
about leaving the house physically unprepared for the day ahead. We wash and dress ourselves–
shaving or applying the odd dab of make–up as appropriate! On the other hand, most of us
unwittingly leave the house each morning completely and totally mentally unprepared for the day
ahead. Starting the day properly means ensuring that, before you leave the house, you have taken the
appropriate step or steps to clear your mind and focus y energy.
Practical Tip #1
I recommend five to ten minutes 'mental preparation' for the day ahead. Find somewhere quiet,
where you won't be disturbed, to sit and focus on what your five senses are telling you – one sense
at a time. This ensures that you're focused on what is actually going on rather than simply letting
your subconscious mind's programs automatically run your life. Remember, if you don't do this,

Descriptive Essay
How to Write a Descriptive Essay
More than many other types of essays, descriptive essays strive to create a deeply involved and
vivid experience for the reader. Great descriptive essays achieve this affect not through facts and
statistics but by using detailed observations and descriptions.
What do you want to describe?
As you get started on your descriptive essay, it's important for you to identify exactly what you
want to describe. Often, a descriptive essay will focus on portraying one of the following: a person a
place a memory an experience an object
Ultimately, whatever you can perceive or experience can be the focus of your descriptive writing.
Why are you writing your descriptive essay?
It's a great creative exercise to sit down...show more content...
Conventions of Descriptive Essays Illustrated by Sample Paragraphs
Appealing–to–the–Senses Description: Let the reader see, smell, hear, taste, and feel what you write
in your essay.
The thick, burnt scent of roasted coffee tickled the tip of my nose just seconds before the old,
faithful alarm blared a distorted top–forty through

Descriptive Essay On A Day
Every Christmas, my family goes on a snowboarding trip to Colorado. We stay for a week in the
beautiful city of Breckenridge. On Christmas eve of 2016, my family awoke to one of the most
beautiful and visually pleasing days of the year. It was about nine o'clock when I looked out the
window and saw the fresh, powdery snow that seemingly floated down from the sky. What a day,
I thought to myself. I wondered how I was so lucky as to see such an aesthetic scene after only
just waking up. After watching the snow sail gently through the sky for a couple of minutes, I
turned around and saw that my family was awake too. We decided to go get some breakfast from
the lobby because we wanted to eat before snowboarding. We knew it was going to be a long day.
There's nothing like starting your day with some fluffy, golden pancakes that have been drowned
in syrup and some perfectly cooked, fresh off the grill bacon. After filling up on our savory
breakfast, we decided to go back to the hotel room and get ready. My brother, Chaka, was the first
one to the room after we got off of the elevator because snowboarding is one of his favorite
activities. Eventually we were in the room, and Rob, Chaka, and I were getting all of our clothes
on. My mom doesn't like snowboarding because it scares her, so she doesn't come with us. She likes
to lay in the hotel room and get her, "alone time". Anyway, snowboarding gear consists of
sweatpants, hoodies, snowpants, and winter coats. Getting ready is

Descriptive Essay About Spring
Spring is such a wonderful and joyful season. The air begins to warm, and the temperature rises
slowly. Not only that, but the days seem to be getting longer as well. As the snow begins to melt in
northern America, the lovely flowers begin to bud and the flies begin to come out. The tree buds
starts greening and preparing itself to grow. The air smells different as opposed to winter, it smells
fresh and alive. Spring wraps up winter, and leads on to the hot and humid season called summer.
Spring is the season that prepares itself for the next season, as forestry is starting to grow and
thrive. The animal kingdom also uses spring to mate. The bears that were hibernating no longer have
to hibernate. The smell of freshly cut grass also goes through the warm spring air.
The grouchy people of winter also start to become happy again. Most people dislike winter as it
cold and the driving condition are not great. However in spring, everything is having life, or
coming back to life; as well as their spirits. Spring is finally the time where people can finally eat
outside, open up the window to let fresh air in. Nothing is better than seeing the neon green trees
and grass shining through the low amounts of snow that might still be left behind by Mother Nature.
The farming trade also begins in spring; the farmers begin to plant their vegetables so they can
harvest them when the time is right. Spring also has a very nice holiday, Easter. Families gather at
each other's houses and

Descriptive Essay Example
Descriptive Essay Final The downtown metropolis can be a complex place, and some may need
to become accustomed to it. It is Five O' Clock in the afternoon. The sun is starting to drag itself
lower, dimming the landscape, leaving a majestic orange on the horizon. The towering structures
above leave enormous shadows on the people below. Car horns ring and sirens pulse, as the
people make haste towards there destinations, rushing aggressively as if though it is a race. The
end of the work day has just began. The craze is unique from anywhere else. An endless flow of
people and vehicles seem to liter the area. A man can be seen making his way towards a small
parking lot. The parking lot has not been taken care of for some time. Potholes...show more content...
Lush, green trees are everywhere. Every house and small business seems to have one or two of
them. The car makes it's way down a small street, with old fashioned houses. The car comes to a
halt in front of a beautiful tan house. The house feels cozy. The tan painted planks of wood stack
up until they reach the charcoal shingles of the rooftop. Two enormous windows are on the front
of the house, with fine, white curtains that can be seen hanging from them on the other side. On
the left side of a house there is a large chimney, which gives the house a traditional look with it's
brown and red bricks. In the front yard of the house there is a smooth, clean concrete walkway to
the front door, surrounded by many bushes, and flowers; trimmed perfectly. This house is well
kept, and it stands out as a beauty in the neighborhood. The man walks up his paved walkway, and
into the house through a large white door, with four small windows on it, and a cross like pattern
beneath them. The doors gives of the look as if it is an entryway to heaven. The house is peaceful.
Only the birds chirping in the trees can be heard. And as the man enters his house excited children
raise there voices, "Daddy Daddy!". This family man is

Descriptive Essay On An Island
The first thing that hit me was the sound. The sounds of birds, the sound of the sea crawling onto
the sand. I felt million grains of sand underneath my feet and the cool breeze against my face.
Moreover, the tantalizing scent of the washed–up waves, coconut, and pineapple are all mixed into
one. As I opened my eyes, I was amazed by how easily fantasy and reality intertwined at that
moment. It was like continuing a dream after waking up. So I dragged myself up and turn my
head to the east. While the sky in the opposite direction was still dark, the dawn on the east side
already broke. A mixture of yellow and orange on the horizon beneath a dark neon blue ocean of
night had begun to peek out. As the sun continuously rose, all of the purple and deep blue faded
away, and the sun took its mighty position at the top of the sky, shining so very blindingly beautiful.
After I watched the sunrise, my mood lifted. Notwithstanding, I still feel threatened for I got
trapped on an island. I stood there for a moment and tried to figure out how I got to this island. A
series of quick flashback of a shipwreck, and a big storm. Consequently, I have a severe headache, so
I decided to sit down in the sand. While sitting down, I observe the island and find that I was
surrounded by water and some other islands. The water around the island was as clear as crystal,
to the point I can see the depths of the sea. Again, I dragged myself up and turn to the back; it
seemed like a tropical paradise. There were multitudes of greenery, lush foliage that looked like they
were painted on.
I walk deeper into the island. Nowhere, the sound of the birds started to raise up. It brought
freedom and happiness to the mind. Beautiful flowers in reds, yellows, purples, and pinks lounged
happily along the banks of small streams. Following the streams, it allowed me to hear the playful
sound of the water lapping on the rocks, and the sound of leaves rustling when the wind blew
gently, bringing with it a feeling of peace and tranquility. Continuing through the trees, my stomach
started growling like a monster who is ready to eat its prey. Accordingly, the smell of fruits
suddenly arises on my left side so I made my way toward the fruity smell,

Descriptive Essay On The Abandoned House
The Abandoned house stood there, with fog rising to the sky. Lights flickered being the only
light in the dark..... The fog dragged a cold breeze, that sent a chill up my spine, this house has
been here forever and nothing like this has ever happened before, I gulped and strolled into the
cold night fog. As I approached the house, the door slowly opens and a Shadow steps towards me.
The weather just dropped like 40 degrees, I don't like this at all.
I turned on my flashlight, it was the first thing that came to my mind. As, the bright light flashed its
way on, were the "shadow" I saw a couple seconds ago was gone, it must have gone back into the
house have to check this out. I decided to go into the "Haunted Mansion", I walked in and every
step I took, the wooden floor made a loud "CREAK!!!" The lights are so dim, that you can't see
anything far away into the darkness, this was literally a maze. I walked until I noticed there was a
staircase heading up to this second floor. I took a couple steps towards the stairs then All of sudden,
the most creepiest sound in history of sounds filled my ears, it was the sound of tiny footsteps of
children running around... I took one step onto the stairs and it made a huge noise. Then the running
noise stopped. I listen, my heart stopped......
The Children I heard a couple minutes ago skipping around, were now sprinting down the stairs in
my direction then, the worst thing happened, they started slowing down they started saying....
"Hello would do

Descriptive Essay About My Grandmother
My grandmother was a tough lady.
At just over five feet tall, she was the kind of woman that you saw on the street and knew to move
out of her way. Her demeanor was strict, her hands tied with thick blue veins, crissВcrossing over
her thin, frail fingers.
I remember holding her hands as a child, how delicate and soft they seemed and yet that never
made them seem any less worn or sturdy. Her hands told stories of different times, of different
worlds and hardships. She had grown up worlds away from me, in a different land, at a different
time, in an era and a life that I would never know.
My grandmother had stories.
But, she never told stories. Her stories were in the way she ate – she savored her food, cherished it.
Often she would be...show more content...
She was seldom outwardly affectionate. She didn't need to be. When I wrapped my arms around
her small frame, afraid I would break her, she responded with a strength disproportionate to her size.
She held tightly, like she was holding on for dear life, and then she let go, she smiled and she
moved on.
My grandmother was an intelligent woman.
She had little schooling, but she had run businesses. She had managed on her own, with a husband
and sons, in a country that didn't care for her or her culture, but only for their aggrandized version
of it. Her experiences were rightful cause to be jaded and hard, and yet she saw brightness and she
saw brightness in me. She saw the great things in life, she loved hard and appreciated the little things
– us going for a walk together or just sitting in the sun on a warm day.
My grandmother's stories were in her complaints.
My grandmother complained about petty things: things that I would complain about. But she never
complained about life and she never complained about pain.
My grandmother had developed a brain tumor, which when removed, removed much of her
immediate memory. For a long time, she didn't remember my name. She had no idea who I was. But
she tried and she learned.
She understood perseverance and the importance of people and she carried on against all odds. The
last time I spoke to her, she knew exactly who I was, despite

Descriptive Essay About My First Job
My First Job. Or should I say the first instance where I earned a large sum of money for working.
It was not that hard only moving a little bit of mulch. But it meant a lot in a different way. I was
becoming an adult working hard in return for a few scraps of paper. The paper that makes the
world go round. I was earning it through some tough, but short labor. The Work was let's just say
cumbersome. It was a warm day in March the sun was blistering hot, heating anything under it
like an oven. While a bitter cold breeze blew all the heat away. Except in my case, wearing storm,
including wind resistant pants and a shirt that trapped that heat right in. Let's just say I was
sweating in a few minutes. I hate my thick Wisconsin blood. The heat would have not been that
bad if my face and hands weren't rosy from the chill. The job was tough but I was growing up. I
quickly grew calluses on my hands and had dirt in my pores. There were scratches on my arms
and pine needles down my neck. I was starting to look like a man. I was starting to become like my
dad. Hands callused and skin tough and thick like leather. The palms rough with wear. I was only
beginning. Hands soft, muscles strong, but not hardened, built for work. This was only the beginning.
Ever hour or so another muscle group would get sore. Before long everything hurt. But I knew it
would all be worth it in the end. Every adult worked and I could too, the money was worth it. Soon
that was all that filled my mind the

Descriptive Essay On A Morning
Mornings just great. Us early birds have the gift of watching the world around us come back to
life after being so tired. We all know most people don't like mornings simply because it interrupts
sleep. Yeah, something you can do when you're dead. I turned to the window delighted to see a
bright gray sky; just one giant cloud covering that asshole of a sun so it can't burn my skin and
give me cancer. Sure, your idea of a beautiful day might include blue skies and fairies, but I never
asked you. Today was.... Friday. Nothing special going on, so I'd have the regular classes.
I threw on a black t–shirt and skinny jeans that were slung over my crappy desk chair and ran my
fingers through my hair to work out any rats while making my way through a dim hallway to the
kitchen. My house is just one big dim hallway with rooms.
"Hey." My mom was already at work in the kitchen as always. She had the same dazed expression on
her face as she did every morning as she did her tedious mom–chores. Every day she had to wash
dishes, do laundry, cook food, pick up stuff around the house, etc.
She set down a plate with a small cinnamon roll drenched in white icing out on the table:"Here, eat
this before you leave."
"Nah."
"You need to eat something for breakfast, it's not good to skip meals." She nagged.
"Says who?"
"Says me. I read somewhere about it; they did quite a few studies on it."
"Hn, Bye." The screen door slammed shut before my mother could finish her pointless lecture. I
wasn't going to be late for school because of a cinnamon roll.
Most kids get their parents to drive them nowadays, but walking is a perfect opportunity for some
alone–time. People can just come find and interrupt my reveries even in my own home, but when I
walk, I'm traveling, and no one's going to try and catch up to me. Just thoughts, music, and burly
trees looming over cracked sidewalks. For the most part, it's a peaceful yet uneventful journey.
Other than dogs occasionally carrying on or people leaving early for work, there are almost no
interruptions.
Chg–chg–chg–chg. I grinned at the sound of a train beginning to rumble across rickety, old railroad
tracks. Somehow, I couldn't help but smile during moments like these. Soon the train

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Growing up being bullied, I never had a friend to help me through all of that crazy nonsense. 7
years earlier; " Time to get up sister sue.......... Come on lexy wake up, or else you don't get any
zebra cakes before school today." " Mmm... Nooooo!" I growled loudly. "Your cinnamon apples
are in the kitchen and if you don't get up now you will have to eat them cold." Immediately
waking up, i lift my head off my drool soaked pillow and flop over onto the floor, landing on my
grandma's feet. Asking if i'm okay, i moan at the same time" Owwww, Im sorry grandma." as I
run through the hall into the kitchen almost tripping I notice that my breath has the smell of the
bottom of a shoe. Being distracted of my thoughts i realise how fast i am running and i try to
stop, but before i can stop myself the wall does. I feel a small pain in my head, but the pain of my
intense hunger stops me from caring. I rush to the microwave. Opening it, the smell of cinnamon
fills the air, leaving me the thought of christmas. I reach into the microwave to grab the bowl.
After less than 5 seconds my hands are burning as though Hells devils are inside my hands. I
briskly put the bowl down. Looking at my shaking hands, i see lava in my veins and fire sparking
from my fingers. I put my hands in some cold water to cool them down. Knowing i cant eat my
apples any time soon i decided to let them cool. After my hands burnt out i realized i was not
dressed yet, so I frantically ran to the stairs past my grandma.

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