Descriptive Essay On A Amethyst Night

Girls perch on the tables like exotic birds gossiping and giggling, a football fly’s above their heads between two jocks in varsity jackets parading their toned muscles. Groups of high schoolers sit around the room laughing. Weekend has arrived and the hallways of the school were filled with tons of kids ready to go home. Every ear filled with the sound of multiple conversations going off at once, lockers opening and closing, music blasting without. I had managed to push past the constant stream of children and to the school field. The grass was damp and covered in a thin layer of frost. As I walked my footprints were embedded, leaving a piece of me in the cold ground. I saw my friends faraway chattering and fooling around. I was stuck in the wrong crowd; they are nothing like me but somehow I am still friends with them. I slowly made my way up to my “so called friends”.

It was a peaceful and normal first hour. Well, at least for the people in it. Everyone was yelling, and the teacher had just given up on trying to stop them, and now was just browsing for a retirement home in Key West. I looked up at Jordan, who was my best and only friend. Her spiked blond hair was never put down, even in the toughest rain. Her tan legs sat on top of her desk, and her pine green eyes scanned the school newspaper.

The flood of emotions tumbles out. A stream of questions, one after another, is rapidly fired at him - where did he go, why did he leave, and most importantly, why didn’t he say goodbye? All this time she’d spent waiting in the past, suspended in time, unable to receive any semblance of closure or composure. All the pent up emotions rush out of her and guilt flashes in his eyes. "Let’s go inside first,” he says, “I’ll explain what I

Stay away from me.” Yells Aaron as he ran into the arms of Jasmine, squeezing her tight and not letting her go. Sophie is speechless. Does Aaron know the truth of Katrina’s death,? Sophie wondered. Jasmine looked away and looked around the house that had once been a bright happy family home, all the experiences are now faded memories. “Why don’t we go get some fresh air,” Sophie asked Aaron. They both walk outside and sit down the lushes green grass. Sophie still holding Jasmine’s diary holded it tight in her hands staring deeply into thick brown cover, but she wasn’t just captivated by the book she was overtaken by the red blood finger prints that laid on the bottom left hand corner of the diary. Aaron looks at Sophie, then at the house and then back at Sophie. He grabbed the diary from Sophie and opened it. He flicked through a few pages till he reached the exact page that Sophie had read earlier, grabed a pen out of his pocket, took a deep breath and started to write something “I know you killed my

As she rubbed her eyes in exhaustion she remembered the adventures of the day before. When she got home she passed out from the excitement and strain on her heart. She reached down to check her leg and sighed with relief to find a replacement was already attached. She looked over at her nightstand and noticed her spare glass waiting for her to put them on. As she got out of bed all she could think about was how rude she was to Sam. She walked into the kitchen to see her mother preparing breakfast. She looked around and did not see Sam. She didn’t know why she expected to see her but she was upset that he was not here. Her mom turned a saw her disappointment and said “He seem in quite a rush to leave he left his job to help you.” She was startled by her answer and rushed out the door ignoring the cries from her mother. She hurried Sam’s farm almost throwing up because of the strain on her heart. When she reached the farm she found an old man working the fields. She rushed over and asked, “Where is Sam?” The old man replied, “I fired him because...” She didn’t let him finish She rushed to the road the taste of blood in her mouth from running. She saw a man walking on the road looking forlorn. She called out, “Sam!” The man stopped and turned it was Sam he answered her, “Joy?” She ran into his arms and started to cry. Sam confused hugged her back. She thought to herself about how a horrible incident led to her

On a chilly, windy morning on the Oregon Coast, I wake up at six to attend the daily camp counselor meeting. Without a sound, I tip toe my way to the door without waking the five girls sleeping in the cabin. I stop by the Undertow Cafe before the meeting. The fresh smell of a hot cup of chai wakes me up for the hectic afternoon that awaits. In the meeting, we talk about today's events and the activities for the girls. As I walk into the dining center, four hundred middle school girl campers await outside. Looking out into the crowd, I think,“Which girls will sit with me for this meal?” or “Will any of the girls think I’m cool enough to sit with?”,

It was a nice spring break night in the year 2018, located in a small town by the Mexican border called Laredo, TX where there lived a teenage girl. Since it had been Spring Break, she had been going out with her friends all night leaving her only three hours of sleep. It was currently two twenty-three A.M. and she was wide awake waiting for a phone call. Her name was Julie. Julie was a very nice and quiet girl. She was tall and had long light brown hair. Whenever the sun hit her hair, it looked so golden and beautiful that all the guys fell for her, and all the girls wanted to be her. She loved to go out with her friends and have fun, but sometimes Julies term of “fun” would end up getting her in trouble. Julie had been waiting for her phone

"Augustus! Have you finished packing?" asked my mother. I just hate how I have to move a lot because of my father's stupid traveling job. "Yeah mom! I'll be there in a second,” I mumbled to myself, making a wry face at her. I just want to live a normal ninth grade life, but all of this moving is keeping me from doing so. I'm supposed to be making new friends, and having fun but I just have to move every year. "Katie!" I exclaimed. "Katie! Are you ready?" I called a second time. Katie is my little sister, in first grade. She is my only reason for not completely dreading my life. "I'm coming, Auggie! Let me just finish feeding Mr. Grumpy." she replied, in a cute little voice, while feeding our cat. My family and I have been moving around Italy

They had not liked how Agnes had made them wake up early to start off their spring break. Going to Agnes’s dusty old vacation home had been her idea. She had figured that she and her friends should have a break from social media, and so she had invited them. As Agnes pulled out of the driveway she had a sudden feeling that she had forgotten something. The feeling soon faded. ‘I can’t be a party pooper’ she thought, ‘It’s a sleepover, lighten up Agnes.’ One by one the 22-year olds stepped out of the car. Stepping out first, were Sarah and Jane. Both girls had tired eyes, “it’s too early for this, Agnes!” they complained. They pulled their bags out of the trunk and began walking towards the steps of the house. The house seemed to be in the middle of nowhere, nothing but trees and grass could be seen. The house was incredibly big, green vines grew off of the sides of the house. A cab arrived a few minutes later, it was the boys, Jack and Jeremiah. They stepped out with wide smiles on their faces. Jeremiah had a thing for Jane and Jack had one for Agnes. In fact, they had been going to dates together for two months now. Once the boys took their belongings from the cab and paid the driver, all five of them headed towards the

Ah, teenage girls, the teacher thought, and attempted not to smile as he deliberately pulled his gaze away, with a disinterested expression on his face, to focus it on Lucy, and he nodded in encouragement for her to continue. “Go on, Lucy”. He shot her a smile, taking in the girl’s more standard school-uniform, and the minimal make-up, which only enhanced her attractive features, and gave her a fresh-look, rather than one who tried to hard. She was apparently a lover of literature too, and he enjoyed the recap, which didn’t miss a beat, as he continued his journey around the class, getting through the A’s and

After school they part ways and meet each other the next day at 6:30 AM at Nikki’s place before traveling to Toronto. The sun was not shy that morning and the girls appreciated the sweet smell of autumn. The skies were clear and they even saw flocks of birds in fascinating shapes migrating to warmer places. They ate a delicious breakfast that Anthea recently learned in her classes. As they were about to leave, Nikki remembered something important.

I watched as her eyes started to shine as if she had found what or who she was looking for “Max! I’m here!” he did not hear her, again “I’m here, Max!”. His face turned. I then realised why she was seeking towards me, Max Vandenburg was who she was wanting. Just as she reached us I looked towards Max his face was filled with emotions “I can’t believe…” was all that spilled out of his dried lips at first, “Look how much you’ve grown” was what he said next. They both looked as though they had for the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow, but we were sadly not near any rainbow nor did we have any gold. Max’s eyes swelled with sadness as he spoke the mystery girl's name “Liesel”. I stopped focusing on their conversation as I noticed a guard staring right in our direction, I tried to warn them but I could barely lift my arm let alone breathe some words. Finally I was able to scrape a yelp from the bottom of my throat. It was enough for Max to notice the guard too. “You have to let go of my Liesel” Max spoke. Even I could tell that last thing Liesel wanted was to leave Max behind. Watching her hold on to his arm made me remember of the last time I saw my family what has happened to them now I still do not

After school the following day, her grandmother awaited her at the front doors of the school in her red 1984 corvette. Chloe spotted her promptly at the sound of the bell, their was no missing that car. However that day was slightly different she spotted a classmate being picked up by their mother walking away hand in hand, with huge smiles on their faces. Such a

It was my first year at Camp Fuller in Wakefield, Rhode Island. I was nine years old and about to start fourth grade, and I felt like so many things in my life were changing because I was getting older- in a blink of an eye all my childhood was disappearing and I would have enjoyed none of it. That summer was going to be great, because I was going to camp for the first time. I thought instantly it would be like everything I had imagined- the people, the atmosphere, and the counselors- everything you think of when you think summer camp; however, that’s not what it was immediately. When you are the youngest person in your cabin by two, three, even four years, and from an entirely different part of the country than everyone else, you’re bound to stand out. There were twelve girls in my cabin, but I became good friends with one in particular- she was like my older sister at camp. She was fun and interesting, cool, confident, and collected. In the beginning, I felt like a complete outcast, and like I was completely alone. Still I was in a sea of bodies where I was drowned out by everyone else, but Julia reminded me to find things unique to me, because I wouldn’t just be accepted- but appreciated for who I was.

“As I sit perched on the small window seat overlooking the bustling city street beside me I can’t help but feel overwhelmed. Racing, tingling, shaking. My breaths become shallow, raspy and rapid as my mind and body escape my control. I know what’s coming, I always do. Panic attacks. They have been the bane of my existence since the day everything changed. The day you made my already broken world crumble.” The sun stood proudly surrounded by the bright blue sky. There was not a cloud in sight. Laughter filled the air as the four girls splashed happily in the pool, relieving themselves of the blaring summer heat. They passed dry jokes, sang upbeat songs and ate unhealthy food. Everything was finally falling into place or so she thought.