Descriptive Essay About My Day

I knew Landon was up to something when he woke me up with breakfast in bed, which, in my opinion, was a lovely way to wake up.

My sister, cousins, aunts, uncles, mom, dad, and I were on a vacation when she was sick. Since we knew she was sick we didn’t go far we; we when to Florida. We got a called telling us to come back home, because something had happened to my grandma. So we all packed our things from our rooms, in the beach house we were staying. --It was at was really nice house, it was on the beach, there was two houses that we rented. My family was staying in one house and, my cousins were staying in the other house but they were connected by a bridge. --

I watched as the first orange hued rays of the sunrise wash over the dark and mysterious sky. The small glow travels across the wild blue yonder and starts to brighten up the deepest parts of the skyline and the town. Under the radiating sky there was no place of hiding, the light would finally hit you. This bright light brought the new day in, but it also brought dread to some.

He was a brilliant guy with a lot of potential, but he had one insecurity, he fainted to the sight of blood.

One day a dad his daughter and her brother went shopping to Walmart. The dad bought a new tv, and it was very shiny when they got to the cash register he realized he did not have enough money. He had saved five fake one hundred dollar bills from the Fun Fair, so he pulled them out and said: “I am buying this tv it says it is for five one hundred dollar bills and no tax included.” The register said, “are you sure?” He looked and said your right, but the dad carried white out with him everywhere he went he whited out the tax word that said tax included very expensive tv. So the dad and his children quickly carried out the tv when the cash register scanned and said: “here you go have a nice day!” The dad said back “we will thank you.” They carefully

Life, it’s a cruel, but funny thing. Life will throw you multiple obstacles just to get you to one point, message, or lesson. It’ll give you the most horrible situations, but give you an outcome of happiness and love. This is what I went through. I went through an obstacle in life that showed me that it’s not worth it to be harsh, cruel, or mean to your loved ones or piers. This obstacle showed me that we allow ourselves to let our emotions in the way of the truth and in the way of love. This obstacle shaped me to be the person I am today. Now listen to why I give these reasons. Why I say what I say. Listen to my story of how I came to be, through love, anger, frustrations, and death.

My family and I, went for leisure to New York for a period of 5 days, in July of 2016. I had never been in New York before, but the day we arrived, on a warm afternoon, I found it beautiful, fulfilling and diverse. I had never seen a place so unique as this one before.

BRING! BRING! BRING! The dynamic sound passed over my head. I immediately responded to it by covering my two fragile ears with my two small hands. The ringing bell was ear-splitting, but I was happy that I was finally dismissed. As soon as I escaped from the school building, I quickly approached a lovely playground. The playground was enormous and colorful. There were lots of slides, swings, and seesaws everywhere. My most favorite out of all was the swing with black seat and two chains tied to it. When I reached to the swing I was exhilarated and excited. I sat on it and prepared to utilize my legs to taste the sweet windy air. I stretched my legs as straight as I could and inclined my rest of my body opposite direction. I pressured my legs to push the air and the swing has begun swinging. The sensations of flying and falling were great as I expected. The wind which was created by my action was wonderful and even beautiful. The touch of the wind was smooth and fresh. The sound of the windy air was euphonious and harmonious. I felt nothing but the positive senses. It was majestic and impressive. All I have to do was vacant my brain and feel the wind. While I maintained forcing my legs to shove the air harder and roughly, it was possible for me to dispose of frustration or anxiety. I was desperate to obtain a rope swing which can be tied to a tree branch in front of my house. I hoped that I could taste these glorious and marvelous feelings every day.

It was a hot summer night on July 5th I remember it was a day after the fourth of July. Arianna sent me a text asking to come over because she was bored and she complained how she hasn’t seen me in two days. Meanwhile i asked my mom if she could come over and stay the night. My mom was concerned because it was about eight fifty at night, but she didn't ask any questions she just picked up her keys and hooked the dog to her leash and told me to tell Arianna we were on our way. Arianna only lives two blocks away from me, and my mom didn’t mind her coming over because its not a long drive. When we pulled up to Arianna’s house she was sitting on her porch. Her hair was in a messy bun while she was wearing a baggy shirt and sweatpants. All i could do was laugh at her and think to myself “Thats my best friend alright”.

The heat awakens me from the fire as I lay against mama. I didn't want to stir her as I walked out of the cave. So I quietly escape the rapid heat of my home to the outside. It was the ending of fall and the beginning of winter. A cool breeze hit me as I strolled onto the moist grass where the morning dew fell. Stretching for the heavens with my claws held high. I let out a loud roar with the feeling of tiredness. While rubbing the crust out of my fearsome eyes. I started to look for a new place to sleep. Until mother starts to search for me after she awakens herself. As I looked high and low for a place where I can get some shut-eye. I soon discovered a den beneath the grass with stone like rocks for an inside wall. Which was placed right by a stunning waterfall with soothing sounds of the water unleashing into the pool of water beneath it. I crawled into this happy place, relaxed, rolled up into a ball, and ready to escape back to my dreams...Suddenly, “HAHAHA! I’m having so much fun, daddy!”. It startles me at first to see such creatures. The little one was hairless in places except for the two Pacific parts on the face and hair that fell behind it. Also, the big one looked older like my mama but hairless like the little one. They interested me a great deal, I wanted to learn more. As I watched their movement, the older one finally announced, “It's time to go honey.”. “Awee…”, said the little one with a disturbed look as water dripped from her eyes. “We will come another

It was August 13, 1923 and at 15 years old you can’t blame me for wanting to see my friends. Though my mother had told me specifically not to go ,but me being my teenage self, I didn’t listen. So now I was cleaning the attic as my punishment and that’s when I saw it.

We all have that one person we look up to the most, we turn to for advice, encouragement, or just a good laugh. My person lives in a long, white house with rusty, red shutters. Surrounding the house, there is a garden, shop, shed, and dog pin. Inside the house, is where the builder is found. You will see a tall, thin man in navy blue work clothes that has seen and experienced more than I could ever imagine. He fought cancer and WON, lives with Parkinson’s disease, is a care taker of his wife who lives with a form of Parkinson’s disease, and continues his garden year after year providing food for his family and people of the community.

Sunday mornings, my awful mornings! “Daniela, get up it’s time to get ready to go to tutors.” “Oh my god, okay mom, I’m getting up.”…. And every Sunday it would be the same routine and that’s what made me learn how to read and write with her arrogant voice, her loud shouts and putting me down just didn’t want to make me go.

Here I was, perched on a glass table, moronically gandering at the trees dancing with the wind, unbeknownst to me that the wind was pushing the trees slightly. I sat there, pondering about autumn and the colorful leaves. At this time, the leaves are such a big symbol in my life.

I trudged around my home, memorizing the feeling of the plush velvet carpet between my toes and the feelings of comfort it provided. Gazing out the window, I fruitlessly attempted to capture the picture of my serene backyard in my mind, the familiar brown duck floating on the surface of the pool and the tiny vegetable garden that my mother had nurtured in her best days. I turned away from the window, unable to endure the sadness.