Descriptive Essay : ' Crap Hunting Car '

I didn’t know what I would do without Mother; she was my rock, the only thing that was constant in my life. She was my generous advisor, unmoving and strong. I pushed these thoughts away from my head; that was in the past, I couldn’t change it, and it could never be undone. Finally reaching my destination, I sprinted up the front steps, grabbed the brass knocker, and slammed it onto the giant wooden door. The door creaked open, and an annoyed voice spoke through the crack. “Adi, I’m busy right now, please come later.” The door was starting to close before I spoke, “Elle,” I said, my voice cracking, “please, Mother has died, and this act has been passed, and Father doesn’t know what to do, and I don’t know what to do.” The door flung open, and Elle started running in the direction of our house. I ran after her, and when we reached the house, Elle pushed the door open, and yelled, “Father? Father? I’m here!” When she finally found my father, sitting at the table, head in his hands, she embraced him from behind. “I’m here,” she whispered. “Girls, sit down, we have matters to discuss.” He

That was until I started noticing the signs. The glares from across the room, the directly “indirect” comments, and worst of all, the constant echoes of their quarrels in the late hours of the night. I often .wondered how their vocal chords could stand angrily barking for what felt like years every night. The realization of what was happening didn’t settle in until I saw Father’s car reverse down the driveway, never to return again. I looked straight into the depths of my mom’s eyes, not even detecting a speck of a single tear, but instead a little gleam of hope. I could tell she knew life would be better, and if she believed that then I didn’t understand why I couldn’t either. Adjusting to the new lifestyle was easier for me than my brother; he was always my dad’s favorite. I, on the other hand, always took my mom’s side on arguments, which slowly created a rift between Father and my relationship. It came to a point where I had stopped visiting altogether. My life had turned upside

One day, after school on May 31st, my mom and dad sat my sister and I down in the living room. At first I thought “ what's going on, who passed away, did something bad happened, what'd I do wrong” not until my Mom finally said, “Girls, we’re taking a trip to West Palm Beach Florida this week.”

I buried my head into my mother’s shirt. My warm tears dampened her shirt, but I could tell she had no intention of pushing me away. There were other voices around me, but her’s was the only one that I cared to focus on. “You’re a strong and brilliant little boy,” she said to me, “you shouldn’t let this move break you down like this.” I knew she was right, but I was just so furiously confused that I didn’t want to acknowledge it. “How could you know?” I howled, “you’re not the one who’s spending hours alone every day because you’re too terrified to ask anyone if they want to play a game or hang out or even have a conversation!” My sobbing intensified. “No,” she quietly said to me, “but you’re not the only one who left Costa Rica to come here.”

The majority of the population has or at least drives a car. One uses the car for transportation to work, school, doctors appointments, grocery shopping, you end up using the car so much the transmission gives out. You have no other choice but to buy a new/used car. So what is the first thing you do or look at when car hunting?

‘A time comes in the life of the most wretched when they do realize their mistakes and tries penance in their own way. Once I been attacked by influenza and having a high temperature, the animal instincts of my step father forced himself on me, right before my mother. I pleaded with my folded hands to let me be spared, I requested my mother to help me in relieving from the predator as my condition doesn’t permit to be his partner. My mother asked my step father to free me, when the words of my mother didn’t move him, she brought out a sword and to intimidate him flashed in the air, but the tip of the sword cuts off the veins of his neck and he fell down on me, killing him instantly, the blood oozing out profusely, drenched me fully. Horror

After we stopped and shut the truck off, we ever so slowly and quietly exited the truck, went around to the tailgate, grabbed the guns, the little camo backpack of gear, sprayed down, and we were on our way. Even walking out, I was filled with emotions and my mind raced. Excited, nervous, alert, noticing and picking out every little thing that moved or made a noise. The frost crunching under my boots, watching my breath crystalize right before my eyes, the tops of trees swaying back and forth in the gentle wind, as if waving to us. We get to the stand, an old, wooden box on stilts, and climb up. When we get situated, I pulled out my phone to check the time. Six forty-five. I mentally took note of this and knowing legal shooting hours started at seven twenty, I calculated how long before this day could become an amazing one. Thirty-five minutes. I sit there anxiously counting down the time. After a while, Dad taps the side of my leg three times, and instantly I know what he means before he points out in the darkness. I can hardly make out the outline of a deer slowly walking broadside from left to right at about eighty yards in an open area straight in front of us. This is the kind of darkness where you can see the outline of your hand in front of your face, but not the rest of it. I could see the deer out there only because of its relatively large size. I reached down and turned on my phone that sits on the ground next to my

On a dreadful night, I went up to my mother to try and talk to her about my father’s passing. She was immediately frightful and all I wanted to do was to talk to her about how wrong it was for her to marry my father soon after my father’s death. As we began talking, the discussion became heated. Soon I found myself enraged. I grabbed her by the arms and threw her on the bed. She became frightened and started shouting for help.

I walked over to the kitchen and placed the box on the ice cold counter top. My mind was blank as I crossed the house to my mom's bathroom looking for tissues. Although the tears had stopped, only moments ago, they began to flow once more when I saw my mom’s face. My mom grabbed me and hugged me. I didn’t want her to ever let me go. We just stood there and hugged as I cried wishing for him to come back.

The invention of the automobile in the early 20th century has had an adverse affect on our environment. Our society has used technology in order to advance the automobile to make it better and more efficient. The automobile industry knows what sells and they take advantage of that. With this growing technology to advance automobiles also comes flaws. The biggest and most obvious flaw is pollution. Because of pollution, we find ourselves asking the question of whether this technology has helped our society more than it has hurt it.

You have agreed to buy a new Subaru from a dealer. The down payment you will need to make on the new car is $9,400, which lets you take out a loan with manageable (but steep) monthly payments. You are low on ready cash, so if you can't come up with the down payment by selling your Volkswagen Jetta, you will have to borrow it at prime plus 5% interest. You are supposed to pick up the Subaru first thing tomorrow morning, so you want to sell the Jetta today.

He had come back to gather his things and quickly drew the conclusion that this was the end of his reign in our house. The bag he packed only contained bare necessities. Once he was gone, Mom spent the entire day packing his things and placing them in the storage building. The following days consisted of calm, quiet mornings and laughter-filled evenings. Tempers were at an all time low and our days were filled with cheer. It did not take long for us to find out that Michael had been the center of our disagreements all along. Without him being home to pick fights, our house was somewhat of a sanctuary. Not only was my life at home drastically improved, but my emotional well being was enriched too. There were less conflicts between my parents and I; it was nice to be able to be myself around my own house. Not to mention, I enjoyed not having to share the pop tarts with anyone. Mom was worried that I would begin to miss my brother; she thought I would yearn for someone closer to my own age in our house. Truth be told, I was thankful that he was gone. I did not dare to tell anyone else, but I was wondering if I would attain a desire for Michael to return home. He fainted from my attention more as the days went by. It became apparent to me that this was a turning point in my life. I had realized that I did not have any use for someone who had so little regard for me. I saw my brother’s vacancy as something to be thankful for, instead of sulking in the negative aspects of it. Of the few constructive things that came from Michael moving out, I learned how to stand up for myself, be independent, and to have thick skin. Over time, his acerbic remarks lost their sting. Mom, on the other hand, was having a much more difficult time coping with her son’s absence. She kept up steady contact with him in order to see to it that he was doing alright. He was living with his friend in cramped, cold, two bedroom

My journey began on a spring day, when my boyfriend at that time-now my husband said that is right time to buy a car. Even though I was 23 at that moment, I had a feeling like I will be so independent despite the fact that from the age of 18 years old I didn’t live with my parents ,I traveled in Europe by myself and I was already an independent person. In contrast with the US, in Russia the minimum age to drive a car is 18 years old, but there is no much in a car because the public transportation is cheaper and more convenient because it is close to every location that you may need as well as lack of parking spots that make parking seem endless. On the top of disadvantages, is the stereotype that the worst drivers in Russia are females? These were my reasons why I started to drive only at 23, the perfect age when I just moved to US. The thought that I will have a car, my own car, made me feel very confident in myself. Thinking about my future first car made me so happy like I was a child expecting for Christmas gifts, unwrapping the presents without any idea about what is inside of the box.

Buying a car can be one of the happiest times of a young adult's life, but when they find out the cost of a new car it gets scary. As a young adult, he or she may not be able to buy a brand-new car so they will need to buy a used car. I remember buying my first used car very well, it was About three weeks ago. I was very excited to be able to be my first car, but I quickly noticed that the amount of money that I had saved up was not much. I did not have many options when it came to cars. My parents wanted me to get a safe and reliable car but I went against that and bought my dream car a Ford Mustang GT. It was very hard for me to find a good condition Ford Mustang but with the right resources and help, I was able to buy my dream car.

I could feel the cold brisk air brushing up against my skin as I ventured through the darkness in this vacant parking lot on a dreary Sunday night in November. I could see a car in the distance and began to approach it. The car appeared to be an old rusted out vehicle with extremely tinted windows that were dark like death. As I looked inside the vehicle I noticed that the car was as clean as a crystal. Not a speck of dust could be found on the interior and the floor mats were completely spotless. It was as if the vehicle had never been driven before. I then put my hand on the door and proceeded to step inside of the vehicle. As I did so I felt a sensation through my whole body that made me tingle. It was an unwelcoming sensation as if I was entering a whole new world. As I sat down there's was a smell, a sheer clean smell similar to that of a fresh load of laundry. Goosebumps came about all over my body as adrenaline rushed through my veins. I put my hands on the steering wheel and my mind took me into another dimension. Taking a glance in the rearview mirror I could see a mysterious person approaching the vehicle. As I examined the person I came to the conclusion that this must be the owner of the vehicle. I noticed they were dressed in all black and carrying what seemed to be a grocery bag of some sort. In panic, I got out of the car and looked at what appeared to be a male figure. The man was very masculine and tall. His mere presence was enough to strike fear into