Descriptive Essay About My Family

“Well, you can’t get a new bike until I know what happened. He glared at her for a moment, then said,

“I thought I told you not to—ugh—never mind . . . . All right, fine, stay up there. But when the train pulls in you’d better be down here so we can meet up with him.”

“Just keep on trekking. We’ll get there in time.” I respond with the last breath I have. “We just need to keep on pushing, otherwise we’ll get caught and there’s no way they’re sending us back to that.”

We were walking for a few hours. My feet throbbed and my ears were ringing from Taylor’s whining. Finally I could see it, the old abandoned house I discovered one day while riding my bike. The door was barely hanging onto its hinges, and there were several windows missing or broken. I pried open the splintering oak door. In the house there was two rooms. One, the one you first enter, was most likely a kitchen and living room. There was a sofa with faded fabric and springs popping out everywhere. An old furnace sat in the corner with rotting charcoal inside. The door of the furnace was missing rendering the whole thing useless. The other room was much smaller. It was a bedroom. There was a twin sized bed. The frame was rusty and missing a leg. I pulled the mattress off of it, so we could sleep on it. There were springs and stuffing sticking out of the mattress. It wasn’t too dirty to sleep on because I pulled off the moldy sheets. We laid down on the mattress. Taylor started snoring within minutes. I was worried about Mom. She had had a seizure before. It was because of her failing liver. Last time, social services took me and my sisters to a girl’s home. They served cooked vegetables that smelled like rotten seafood and chicken noodle soup with frozen chicken. After Mom got out of the hospital she got custody of us, but the judge told her if it happened again she wouldn’t get us back. My older sister, Becca, was eighteen so she didn’t have to

She gladly obeyed, and stepped into Lauren’s house, blood trailing in her wake. Lauren swallowed and closed the door behind her. “I’ll just grab a cloth. Wait

“Thank you so much! I will make sure that this never happens again. Please let me walk you out.”

Sneaking out the house at midnight for the fourth time this week. I slowly slink out the front and the brisk night air tickles my cheeks. Closing the door, I endure the most painful silence as the ever so slight noise may wake my sister. It finally shuts and I wait for a moment to see if anyone rushes to find who left or entered the house. After a few minutes, I decide it's safe to go. I walk down the driveway as the midnight breeze embraces me. As I reach the sidewalk, I look to the moon. It's tender white light illuminates the sky, but is polluted by the harsh yellow light spewing from the street lamps. Despite how ugly the street lamp light is, it still does the job of providing adequate quite well. I turn left down the street and head toward

“Well- you walked here right? so you left a trail of footsteps from your house leading straight to my shack, they will find us within hours.”

“What did you mean when you said that it may be hard to get somewhere safe to land?”

The house was dark. All of the windows were paneled with wood, leaving the slightest crack of daylight. However, the sun would soon no longer be in the sky, and the house would be pitch black. While glancing at the windows in the hallway, I heard thundering footsteps rising up the stairs. “Jilliann,” he said forcefully, “Look behind you.” I turned around and saw a little girl standing a foot away from me. She was wearing a long crème dress and all of her facial features were hidden by her knotty black hair. Suddenly, a cloth bag was pulled over my head and I was thrown onto the ground with a powerful knock to the

“Oh, come on. All we have is a few more steps, and we’ll be inside. Let me help you.”

"I've tried, Allison, but I don't know what to do. The only thing I can think of is that you reset your phone."

My ears perked up when I heard the door open, but I definitely didn't. I lay there like an iguana, basking in the warmth of the sunlit room.

“Don’t worry, I know this space ship like the back of my left paw. There is a door right next to the captain’s room that leads directly to an emergency spacepod. If we can manage to get on one of those space pods, I can get us back to earth.”

"I would go first, but how do I know you won't call the police on me?" Christopher retorted.