Descriptive Essay

I was very confused and wasn't sure if I wanted to go. As the time passed by during 4th block, I look at my phone and notice it is 2:21 in the afternoon. I have about 3 hours left to determine if I really wanted to go. School ends and I go home and it is 4:23 p.m., I decide to go. I got ready and by the time I was heading off, it was 5:30 p.m., and my stomach started to turn. I didn't know what was coming and what to expect. It all changed once the waiter came and gave me exactly what I order when I come here every Saturday. A cinnamon roll with an espresso. I was about to pay him the

As I walked into the mall, it was very bright and full of people. I started walking towards a table in the corner of the food court so that I could see everyone in front of me. It was very warm inside so I took my jacket off to be more comfortable. It smelled like all sorts of delicious foods from different cultures. The set up was quite beautiful, there was pretty tall green plants everywhere and nice decorative lighting. The energy of this place made me feel good, other than all the noise from the people. I was feeling hungry so I got up to go get some Chinese food. At the counter, I was greeted with happiness and received excellent customer service.

I looked out onto what was left of the landscape before me one last time. I used to call this place home but it no longer resembles the one I used to know. “It’s funny how things can go from bad to worse in such a short amount of time” I thought to myself. What once used to be a beautiful blue sky full of puffy clouds shaped like anything that could be imagined was now grey and lifeless. The clouds are no longer white and puffy but dark and menacing. They are racing towards us with the impending storm. The buildings we are leaving behind are still tall and immaculate compared to the brown wasteland around them. There was no longer green in sight except for the vehicles and billboards.

One voice flooded my head. I smile, instantly knowing who it belongs to. A storm of butterflies erupts in my stomach as my eyes flutter open. The bitter cold forces me to take in my surroundings. Grayson smiles back at me, and the world begins to spin all around me.

To begin with, the atmosphere was all but welcoming. Being new to the Flagstaff area, I was unsure of the location of this diner. When I arrived there, I was immediately confused on if I was given the correct address because the place I had arrived at looked rather scary. Northern Pines was a small diner located between two sleazy hotels surrounded by three gas stations and a pub. The exterior was unsettling to say the least with the lack of lights except for one fluorescent green light that made me feel like I was in a bad indie horror flick. The inside, while slightly better, did not give off the impression I had been hoping. When I walked in I was immediately engulfed by a smell similar to my grandmothers’ closet, choosing to ignore it, I realized while how off putting the smell, it was not necessarily a death-sentence. Another reason the atmosphere was very uncomfortable was due to the loudness of the workers there. For example, the

My hands start to shake as I step into the ice arena. I can’t tell if I’m nervous or just freezing. The ceiling is decorated with annoying pink and yellow streamers. Seems to be right up Susan’s alley. Susan was a friend I wasn’t used to having. She was one of the most popular girls in school and liked by other peers. Today, however, her persona was more timid and worrisome than usual. I turn my gaze towards her hands fidgeting on her shirt and look up to see her eyes with regret. Skating over to lighten her mood, her mouth forms the words “I’m so sorry”. What did she do? Especially to me? It was her birthday and I definitely did not want to spoil that. Susan grips my arm and pulls me over to the frosty hand rail. With big puffs of breath, she mutters “Please don’t get mad at me, but Aila was invited to the party”. I could feel my breathing getting short and my cheeks rosy and hot. No matter what Susan said or did, nothing could make up for inviting someone who has it out for me.

Jack was sitting cross-legged on the wooden floor of his tree house. He shivered in the evening air, slouching inside his hoodie, his eyes glued to the pages of his graphic novel. At eleven years old, he was a voracious reader and completely unaware that the sun had set. He had been using his flashlight for over an hour, propped under his chin so his hands could hold the book open. His collie puppy, Lex, had been patient but was starting to think about his fluffy bed and treats in the house. He pushed his head between the book and Jack, using his saddest face and even whimpering a little.

I remember the night I felt my tears drop into my hands while being in the center of the room. Everything was blurry around me, even my thoughts. The pain I felt hindered my vision and even interfered with my breathing. I desperate tried not to cry, but couldn’t. A foggy figure started to approach me trying to say something but all I could hear was my heartbeat.

The weather was beautiful that day. The water was a million shades of blue. The The waters were calm, with the occasional swell rolling to shore. I stood at the helm of this luxurious 40 foot boat. It was an all white boat that had a special design for SCUBA Diving and Open Water fishing, called a Mako. I steered the boat into a pretty unprotected bay that had a nice black sand beach to the north and sheer cliffs to the south. The green vegetation clearly contrasted with the black lava fields around it.The water was deep in the bay. Yet the coral reef was visible even in the deepest spots.

Her hair curls off her bright face in tight ringlets like little bundles of joy, accentuating her young enthusiastic face. Her clothes hang off her tiny frame like a potato sack on a twig. Her smile stretches from cheek to cheek, wrinkling her pale forehead and forming small fragile dimples on her rosy cheeks. Her skin is as pale as chalk, accept for her cheeks which go a deep shade of fuschia when she’s excited. She’s like a china doll, all fragile and small with her tiny dresses on. She has thin pink lips with a scar on the lower right corner of her bottom lip. She has little stubby arms and legs which make it hard for her to function normally, as her torso is too big for the rest of her body so she falls over a lot. It's hilariously sad, but she’s a trooper so she gets right back up, brushes herself off and gets on with life. I feel that we could all learn a lot from her.

It was our second day in Montana, and I was so excited to be going on a beautiful hike with my family. The roundtrip was about five miles there and back, and it is one of the most highly rated and enjoyed hikes in Northern Montana. We figured there would be lots of other travelers, and the first part was crowded with people. But as intensity increased, the number of people decreased. We trekked up the steep incline on the first mountain, to the point where we were able to see into the valley far below us and the sky on the other side. In an instant, the warm and sunny Montana day turned windy and cool.

After we were assigned a table, we searched through the menu for the perfect meal. The interior of the place was homey and warm. The atmosphere excited and joyful. As we waited for our meals we talked about everything that had been going on. I told them about the weird

My sweaty palms ran through-out the thin strands of my hair as I tried to comfort myself for just a single moment. I felt scared, almost terrified as the screams of my nightmare echoed in my ears and made my head throb. Almost never did I have such vivid dreams, and when I did, I never remembered them the next day. Nevertheless, I don't think that I'll ever be able to make amends with my darkest memories and reliving situations that scarred my childhood and eventually my life, can never be forgotten. All I can do is go back and ask what this version of myself could have done to avoid or even confront the situations and events.

I walked to the Krystal Cafe. A small restaurant that served Filipino cuisine. As soon as I walked in, the atmosphere resembled Manila. The smell of beef marinating in sauce, the warm compact environment, the man taking orders with what seemed a legitimate smile. I got excited. I ordered my favorite Filipino dish pansit and sat down. The Filipino culture is very welcoming. Even as a stranger in a restaurant, I was made to feel like a part of the community. I walked into Krystal Cafe alone but quickly made company. While I ate my pansit a lady sat down with me and we proceeded to have a conversation.

It was a breezy Sunday afternoon, we had all agreed to meet at 3pm near the Atria Bus stop, I had made my way there from my apartment which was about five minutes away and saw no one around. I could feel my stomach growling since I had not ate since 9am. I began walking to Canes Chicken Fingers to