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Descriptive Essay About My Life

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I loved New York City the day I moved there. The busy, noisy streets always gave me comfort. The best part about it is that I get to hear the pitter-patter of rain almost every day. However, living in the dorm rooms at New York University (NYU) wasn’t always fun. This caused me to spend most of my time behind the dorms by the oak tree. When I first moved to New York, I lived with my aunt. She was a very kind and generous lady. My aunt’s name is Jesse and she’s very beautiful. Aunt Jess gave me a place to stay during high school. Although she would’ve loved for me to stay with her during my college years, I wanted to experience independence as I was growing to be an adult. Now, I live on the fifth floor in the college dorm buildings. …show more content…

However, Jordan was the start of it all. The way she talked to me made me come home with wet eyes and tears streaming down my face. She made fun of the way I look and what clothes I wore. This made my self-esteem and self-confidence plummet. All of this led to my grades suffering due to distractions. It’s all like a domino effect.
I was walking down the hall one day, when I felt someone punch me on the shoulder. Acting polite, I turned around with a smile on my face. That smile quickly diminished as I realized who it was. Of course, Jordan stood there, towering over me. Her black hair and black lipstick were sucking the soul out of my body. She knew that I was terrified. Then, she spoke, “Where do you think you’re going pip-squeak?”
“T-t-to the l-library,” I said truthfully.
“You don’t seem very confident about that. Are you sure that you are going to run home and cry to your mommy?”
In my most confident voice, I uttered the words, “I-I’m positive. I’m going to the library to study.” I could hear my voice crack.
She snorted in disbelief, “You’re such a nerd!”
I just walked away, trying to hold back the tears. Then, as I was going to the library, I ran into this boy as he was exiting the bathroom. I must admit, he was kind of cute. He had blue eyes and blonde hair. He was tall and thin and you could tell that he was very athletic. He spoke quietly, “Hi, my name’s Peyton. Sorry

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