Descriptive Essay About A Beautiful House

“More!” I shouted. The man handed me the remainder of wine and I shoved the whole bottle in my mouth immediately. Not long after, I began to feel different than I had ever felt before. It was hard to stand, and I couldn’t walk in

“You have made a terrible mistake.” The Chief Elder uttered in shock, her tongue cutting short of a hiss.

“He cannot stay here, you know that. Take him somewhere or leave the house!” His voice harsh, his face was red and angry.

“Yeah, sure.” She called the waitress over and straightened herself in her seat. “Could we get two glühweins, please?”

Grabbing hold of a knife that Jessie had dropped; the officer’s take aim at the angry drunk.

continued to snort into the pool. The small man leaned over and shook him by the

He ordered his shot and tossed it back. Then another. The bartender asked Percival if he wanted a third, but Percival held up his hand. Since he was not a drinker, his head already swam, his stomach burned, and he figured stumbling out of a bar midday and falling on his face would not help matters.

I turned to see him standing there awkwardly with those goddamned puppy eyes peering at me from behind his glasses. I wasn’t really mad at him to begin with, and seeing him look so ashamed about it just made my heart melt. Crossing my arms in mock irritation over my light blue tanktop, I pouted. “That wasn’t a very nice thing to do,

"He… He just got so angry and he started throwing things and then… then he got a hold of me and I tried to get him to st-top. Everything hurts so much Roy."

"Buck, you need to sober up," Steve said in that familiar and stubborn way, the same way he spoke when he was fighting someone.

“Shots for everyone!” a deep voice announced, slamming a tray of over filled shot glasses on the table next to Will. He took a deep breath, glancing away.

　“Um...Young Master, you didn’t have to give us medicine and water...um...it would be better if...”

I tried to force myself to be calm. ‘What is it that you want?’ I asked him coldly. I knew I was over reacting but I didn’t care, he was the only one who I could take my anger out on, though by looking at his darkening

One place that I see every day but don’t put much attention to is my house. The house that I live in is near by a park and a gas station. My house is small and cozy is made of steel frames, the anterior part of the house has a beige and pink color that combine a beautiful shade. The inside of my house has many portraits of family members and drawings. I have a total of two bathrooms and four rooms a kitchen and two living rooms. We have a living room that’s used for grown-ups and the other one is used for the children. The kitchen table and chairs are made of wood, in the ceiling there is big chandelier. The walls of my house are painted in different colors that are green, beige and pink. I like that every room has its own different color, it’s not boring it brings life and shade.

During 5th grade year of 2016, almost once every week my parents would go and look for a house. I would remind them everyday that the house we have is great and there is no need to find another. In that house I have lived there at least eight years, which is most of my life so far. Till this day it has always been my favorite house, and the perfect house. I have made so many memories there it is impossible to count. I loved it.