Christmas Shopping Descriptive Essay

After a short ten-minute walk home from school, when I finally arrived at my house, I flopped onto the couch. It was a Friday afternoon, and I was ready for the football game that night, and for the weekend to begin. My mom was sitting on the couch across from me and asked me how my day at school was. I described to her what had happened that day, and the stuff we did in my classes. As we get done talking about school, she inquired

I desperately wanted to help her I wanted the woman who gave me life to be happy I wanted her to feel safe. One night I was sitting on my bed with a hot cup of nesquick. My mom was arguing with her boyfriend I decided to pick out a book that my uncle had left for me to read. It was One Fish , Two Fish, Red Fish, Blue Fish by Dr. Seuss. It was my first time ever picking up this book and I wasn’t fluent in english at all so I had a lot of trouble getting through the book. This frustrated me a lot because I knew there had to be a meaning behind these combinations of letters. So I decided to take the book to school. I asked Mrs. Padron if she could help me read the book. She looked at me with an astonished look on her face. She hadn’t really received a request like that before from any of her other students ,but in spite of her confusion she still sat me down and we went through the entire book from cover to cover it took the entire lunch period but In the end I could finally get through at least 10 pgs which was more than I could ever read

When we arrived at the house, I stood there for about five seconds before knocking on the door. They didn’t answer at first, so I knocked again, harder, and then saw the handle start to move. My stomach filled with butterflies as I watched the door slowly open. The face that greeted was one of a two year old, and as I looked up I saw her father standing over her.

Every stair that I took I looked over a different page in the book. I wanted to make sure I knew every word so I could read the story that night. Once I got to my room, my mom was waiting patiently beside the bed for me. I looked down at the book in my hands, it was old, barely hanging on by the thread binding from years of use. Then I breathed in deeply and mumbled “Can I read the story tonight?” I was afraid she couldn’t hear me, but she did because with a smile she nodded her head. Filled with excitement I climbed into my spot on the bed and quickly opened the book. My mom sat next to me and held one side of the big book while her other arm was around my shoulder. Then I begun to read “Twas the night before Christmas and all through the house,”. My voice squeaked through each page as I tried my best to read the story just as my mom always did. The smooth paper glided under my tiny finger as I traced each sentence to keep my place. The rhythm of my voice was not fluid but

I was so happy about my grade that I wanted to rush home and tell my mom about everything that happened today. After school was dismissed I got on my bus and was waiting to get home. And when my mom asked me how my day was I just exploded into a talking frenzy about my day. After all that she said, “What a day you had!” “Yup, I said I can't wait

I picked up one of the books and fell in love with all the things that it could teach me. My mother who was a special education teacher at the time had always pushed me and my siblings to read. She brought home tons of books for us to read. When I told her I found a great book on horses she was so proud, and from that moment on I have always had a love of reading. My love for reading has grown so much that I now read everything in sight, but reading wasn’t enough for me as it turned out. From all the great books I read I started to come up with ideas about new exciting books people could write, that I could write. So during my eight grade year my burning desire to write a book compelled me to finally do so. I used three notebooks and a ton of lead and wrote my story. When I was finished, I typed it up on my computer and printed it out to show everyone I knew. When people saw that I wrote a book they were proud of me and this pride made me want to continue, but sadly school activities took up all my time and I was unable to finish my second book. My story of how I learned how to love to read and write isn’t quite like Sherman Alexie’s superman moment but it is

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As my toes touched the welcome mat, my muddy hands gingerly opened the door with as much stealth as a chubby seven-year old could, but the door, my constant enemy, betrayed me by creaking. My mother and father appeared with bright smiles on their faces, while my stomach lurched with misery.

Me and my sister Mary waiting in the car for my mom and pop to get my baby brother and their things together, it was turning out to be the saddest day of our lives. My sister and I started crying in unison. “ I love you sis” I told Mary. Finally, my parents came out of the house. My pop holding scraps and whatever else they brought with them. “ Alright I know it is jammed in here but it will have to work, this is the only car we

I couldn’t believe those moments were all gone. Everyone sat in silence, hours dragged on and on. My mother tapped me on the shoulder and I came out of my daze. It was time to go, so I slowly got up and followed my family out the doors of the building. I didn’t realize where we were going until I saw the brick house on the corner of the street looking a little oddly in the dumps. We all walked in and I again smelt the lavender scent and the peaceful way everything sat. My mother and father walked around the house in small, leisurely steps. I didn’t understand why we were all here until my dad came out of my grandmother’s room and walked towards me hesitantly. He leaned down and handed me a tiny, compacted book with tattered pink

I rushed out of my bedroom to greet my mom, my dad and my brother Eric when I heard the garage door open. When they entered the house my mom was talking. There was a sad tone in her voice. I ran back to the hallway and listened.

As my mom drove up to the new school, I felt my heart begin to beat rapidly. "Mom I can't do this." I looked at her with almost tears in my eyes. "Em, you're going to be fine, okay? You're a sweet and beautiful girl and sometimes, you can be a bitch, but that's not a bad thing." She said with a smile. I laughed a little and kissed her on the cheek and hugged her. I then opened the door and took a deep breath. Here we go.

One day, one of my mom’s employees came in the bakery and told my mom about a person they know and that their dog was found on her porch. When I heard the news about the dog and saw the poster, I was very excited about it. My mom told the employee, that she would have to have to talk to my dad about getting the dog or not. It took a couple days to decide whether the dog would like me or not. After a couple days, my parents finally made a decision, which was to go meet the lady and look at the dog.

Christmas is my favorite holiday of the year. I love seeing the shinny Christmas lights that decorates my street and the sound of fresh fallen snow on the ground. Christmas reminds me of family, the laughter and loved we shared, and the gifts we gave to each other. My house on Christmas became the center of my joy.

Twas the night before Christmas, pale and yellow moonlight illuminated a house deep in the woods. Tall pine trees surrounded the house, like giants pointing at the inky black sky. Flurries of snowflakes swirled in a hurry around the house. The house stood alone and abandoned, adorned with Christmas lights, but not the ones you would see on any ordinary house. Some lights were fading, once bright and colorful but now a former shell of what they once been. Others burned out in a spark while the ones left were shattered. The front door was decorated with a rug that could be mistaken as an animal. The tree inside the house was not in the most pristine condition, either. The tree slumped in a dark corner. The top of the tree stretched out like bony fingers grasping at the air. The shiny, glinting ornaments that once fashioned the tree were now shattered. The wallpaper plastered to the wall was now peeling off, like it was rotting. The paint on anything on the house was now faded and chipping away. Stale air filled with dust occupied the house. The house was indeed creepy and not in the most pristine condition. Even more mysterious, the house would only ever appear on the night of Christmas Eve. Despite this, many local teenagers and explorers were drawn to the house. Anyone who was brave enough or dumb enough would enter and see the house in its deteriorated state. One Christmas Eve night many years ago, an explorer had stumbled across the house. He had been in the snow for what