Descriptive Essay Bad Morning

Traveling is one of my family’s favorite things to do. The family has visited numerous places throughout the United States, however, none are as memorable as Atlanta, Georgia. In Atlanta, there are many places to go and sights to see such as: Cola-cola factory, Cabbage Patch Kids Factory, Under Ground Mall, the Zoo, Atlanta Braves Stadium, Six Flags Over Georgia, Stone Mountain Park, and the Atlanta Aquarium, are all in or near the city of Atlanta. The three that we visit on every trip to Atlanta are Six Flags, Stone Mountain, and the Atlanta Aquarium.

Traveling is one of my family’s favorite things to do. The family has visited numerous places throughout the United States, however, none are as memorable as Atlanta, Georgia. In Atlanta, there are many places to go and sights to see such as: Cola-cola factory, Cabbage Patch Kids Factory, Under Ground Mall, the Zoo, Atlanta Braves Stadium, Six Flags Over Georgia, Stone Mountain Park, and the Atlanta Aquarium, are all in or near the city of Atlanta. The three that we visit on every trip to Atlanta are Six Flags, Stone Mountain, and the Atlanta Aquarium.

Picking up my head followed by my body, I reach over my bed to get my phone. Turning my phone on, I hear my mom scream up to me, “Sofia you need to get into the shower now!” Hopping out of my bed my sister comes racing out of her room storming down the stairs. Not knowing what her problem was nor caring, I grab a towel from the closet, place it onto the rack and get into the shower. After singing like a total freak in the shower, I calmly pick up my phone looking at the time not noticing it was already 7:00 and check my social media for a good ten minutes. Finally realizing I was running late, I quickly blow dry my hair and throw whatever clothes on that I see. I grab my shoes, book bag and sprint directly to the door. I say goodbye to my parents and both my dogs, Torino and Gus, which I never normally do that, but I just did that day for some reason.

The storm I witnessed was Hurricane Sandy. When I first heard of the hurricane I thought it wouldn't be as bad as some people were prediciting, but as the storm approached I certainly changed my mind. As we sat in the house it became very real how bad the storm was going to be. It was scary to hear the wind howling; blowing the trees around, hearing branches falling and the windows rattling. Hurricane Sandy left a lot of desvesation and distruction not only in New Jersey but in the Tri- State and surrounding areas. the storm left many

There was some hustle and bustle in the kitchen that worked as my alarm clock that morning. With a few groans, an extensive stretch, and a yank of my comforter, I rolled out my warm bed and onto the icy hardwood floor. I reached for a sweatshirt in the pile of clothes stacked at the foot of my bed before I sauntered to the kitchen to see what the ruckus was. I was delighted to see four people fixing and drinking their coffee instead of just the usual two! Zach and Garrett had returned home for break the night before and this was the first I had seen of them. Sleepily, I made my way to the closest bar stool where Zach was sitting and wrapped an arm around his neck; “Did you miss me, bubby?,” I joked. In all reality, I was the one who had been waiting for them to finally be home. I sat down adjacent to him, next to my mom, and denied the coffee I was offered like

It took two hours to make the bathroom shine. Lindsey got down on her hands and knees and scrubbed the grime-stained floor tiles; then, when she realized that they weren’t quite clean yet, she got down and scrubbed every single one a second time. She doused the sink in cleaner and swabbed it until the buildup of ramen noodle and coffee stains vanished, leaving behind gleaming porcelain. And, most bravely of all, she scoured the toilet bowl not once, not twice, but three times with Scrubbing Bubbles before she got so frustrated with the stains that she bleached

I ran back into the bathroom to brush my teeth and my hair. I put a little make up on and threw that into my bag as well. I didn't really care what I looked like anymore because I did not need anyones approval and acceptance. I went back into my room and took my windbreaker off the hook on the wall and tied it around my waist. Looking around my room made me sort of sad; however, I did not want to take anything with me expect a picture or two. I took my camera out of bag, stood in my doorway, and took a picture of my room. I let a sigh out and turned, closing my door behind

I cried uncontrollably and I heard my dad banging on the door screaming my name. I ignored him as I took a tissue from the tissue box on my vanity. I whipped the snot off my face and went to the bathroom and saw in the reflection of the mirror that my eyes were bloodshot red. I turned on the water in the bathtub and let it run so I could take a bath to calm down. I slipped into the bathtub and let all of my worries float away... for

I ran up the stairs with my grandmother following behind. I leaped into bed with mixed emotions about what I had learned about myself and my past, I was amazed that magic was real, I was mad at my grandmother for lying to me, I was ecstatic about starting my training, whatever that may be, I was bitter about my parents being stuck in time. I let this all go and let my grandmother tuck me in, feeling safe and warm in my familiar bed. I felt like a child thinking they were safe from monsters when they were tucked in tight. I cleared my mind and fell

The water was still warm, and it felt good against her stiff muscles as Brenna washed the suds from her body. She had been in there for some time, and the steam rose up around her. Sure there was grumbling, but hell if she cared. At least that was until the curtain was pulled quickly back, "Hurry the fuck up!" a female voice echoed against the tiled walls. Brenna slowly turned her hands falling from her hair, "You have one chance to fuck off....one." her accent lush within her tired morning tone as she held up one finger and slowly attempted to turn away. "Bitch I need to shower before breakfast too." Brenna sighed and turned back around.

A stream of hot water pours down from a shower embedded in the low hanging ceiling. Everything is awash with a hazy golden warmth from slow burning candlelight, softened by the rolling steam. Every breath was thick with the scent of jasmine flowers diffused into the air. "Let's try something different today," Sunny had suggested when he arrived that afternoon. First she had coated his body from head to toe with a mixture of fresh ground coffee bits, rich plant butters, and stimulating essential oils, invigorating his skin and mind with the rich, intoxicating aroma. Then she started up the shower. The water rinsed away all the exfoliating grit. Now her powerful hands, so small and finely shaped, glide along the muscles of his back, with pressure

The boy wakes up, hops in the shower, he barely turns the handle, so only the coldest water can come out. Like icicles each drop hits him waking him up more and more. He needs to be alert, awake , he can't risk to stutter, or twist up his words. He hops out of the shower and grabs the towel hanging on the steel rack next to the the mirror. Dries off, brushes his teeth and combs his hair, similar to to every other morning, but this time with a little more care. He needs to look like a champion if he's going to even attempt to talk to this girl. The boy heads out to the kitchen where his mom has his breakfast waiting for him, they sit down and have small talk. He's too nervous to tell her he is going to approach the girl of his dreams today because he is scared of the what will happen. Almost Simultaneously the girl is at her house. Doing her make up in the mirror, doing her hair and kissing her mom goodbye, skipping out on breakfast to avoid arguing with her father about the belly button piercing she had gotten two days before. She gets into her old rusty silver civic and flips the windshield wipers on and off to to remove the small layer of frost that had appeared over night.

I awoke with a start as my alarm clock screamed in my ear. I sat up, still dazed from last nights parties and drinks. The alarm clock didn’t help. I fumbled around in my sheets until I could reach over and slam on the alarm. It gave its final BEEP before

“Do you really waste your time, counting the minutes I spend in the shower?” a deep electrifying voice came behind me that had me shrieking. The same deep voice I vigorously dread hearing every day. That same voice I was forced to encounter against my will. My "husband" drinking coffee with a towel around waist. I could still see water droplets slide down his abs to his... Okay It is not time ogle, i just want to shower and delete the picture from my head “Let’s say... that perhaps it’s a coincidence that I just

I hear someone at the front door, now it is walking up the stairs, it’s at the door! I see the darkest light I turn to see someone standing there right beside me with their hand out I immediately jump to the other side, I look at him for him to show no signs of leaving I ran home as quick as quick as I can it felt like I was running 60 miles per hour.