Descriptive Essay - Original Writing

Her mom emerged from the outside to the warm inside. They both laid down on the shaggy carpet this time not in denial, but in relief. That stared at the dusty ceiling fan for a while, when Susan’s mom asked “Can you babysit tomorrow?” Susan replied in a sarcastic tone “I will if you pay me.” They both tilted their heads at each other, and Susan’s mom rolled her eyes. “Not a

“Emmie darling, wake up!”, a gentle voice woke me up. “We’re home!”. I woke up right as we pulled up to my grandparent’s quaint, little home. I walked out of the car, and took in the view. Behind the house, there was a full view of the rocky Maine coast. The salty air blew around as I walked to the car and pulled my suitcases out. “You need some help with that, Em?” boomed Grandpa. “No, it’s fine.” I grunted. Even though I had rejected his offer, he still took the other suitcases into the house. “We have set up the guest room for you, darling. You can unpack after dinner, ok?” asked Grandma. “Yeah, sure.”, I said, while looking at a window, there was seagull flying into the never ending horizon, free of worries and free of pain. “Are you ok, honey? I know you must be devastated, but this is a big change for all of us, ok?” “Yeah, ok, I get it.” I replied slightly irritated. “Why don't you take a walk before dinner? The sunset is mighty pretty here in Maine.” Grandpa offered. “I’ll be back before dark, bye.” I said, eager to be left alone for the first time in awhile. I took a deep breath, and stepped outside onto the shore.

“Can we go home? I’m tired.” I whined. “John, I’m going to get you something special. You like presents, don’t you?” asked my mom. “Not if I have to work for them,” I muttered but my mom wasn’t listening. After walking for a few more minutes, her feet stopped in front of an animal shop. We walked in, and ten minutes later, I walked out of the store grinning from ear to ear. In my hand was the most beautiful goldfish I had ever seen in my life. “Are you glad that we came here?” asked my mom. I wasn’t listening. I was too busy thinking about how I was going to

“To your Grandma's house!” My mom hollered. I heard her coming up the stairs to collect me and my things. “Ok, ok. I'm coming” I said when she had gotten to the doorway to my bedroom. “Meet you in the car” My mom smiled and then turned to head back downstairs.

In the morning, Caireann woke me up. She stood above my bed, shaking my shoulder. I opened my eyes, looking at her. Then I looked across the room to her empty bed. Andy 's empty bed sat in the corner. I swallowed, climbing out of bed.

I sat in our freezing basement. Goosebumps layered my body and I began to shake. A light lit up the dark room and I listened to the footsteps walking down the steep stairs.

Sometimes I wounder what love is. Sometimes I wounder if I will ever feel the emotion, or if the emotion is a figment of peoples imaginations. Like some kind of god, you wish him to be up in heaven with his angels so badly that you see unicorns where there are meerly horses. Of coarse, who am I to judge what others think to be true, because if you want it bad enough, your mind may trick you, and who is to say that that is less real than the fact that the sky is blue or that my hair is blond? No one.

“Quit being a grump and have fun. Plus, it 's just us in here” Sonny pleads closing the door behind them. “It 's nearly summer and we 'll be on vacation. You need swim trunks where we 're going.”

“Because that’s what it looks like,” I bawled, irritated when I sensed the laughter my son sucked in. “You three are all in cahoots; anyone can tell that. You knuckleheads just don’t want to admit it, that I’m right.” I jested with a mother’s omniscience right to do so, then I softened, with a mother’s omniscience will to do so, too.

When my parents decided I had become old enough to safely wield a pole with a small but hurtful hooked object on a string, I began fishing. At first I only wanted to fish because I was not allowed to, but after I tried it for the first time I became fascinated with the mechanics. With our small, skinny, breakable-looking poles, we could pull mysterious, flopping beasts out of the water that would otherwise swim beneath the surface, undetectable. During the fall and winter months, my father, my sister, and I would frequently take our fishing poles down to the creek behind our house in hope of catching salmon and any other wondrous kinds of fish that frequented the cool waters.

This was perfect I was at my old high school talking to my crush Lisa Benfield, she was laughing at the funny joke I told her and Jase was their trying hard to get Lisa 's attion but I had it all. I was wearing my varsity jacket with the number one on it and my name as I was walking Lisa to class I saw out the corner of my Jase crying like a little baby and then it happened I was going to ask Lisa to the prom.

Beep! Beep! Beep! Five thirty, blared the most grotesque thing known to man. Slow to rise out of the comfort of my throne, only to stumble into those dirty cold clothes I had been wearing for the previous three weeks. Nearly falling up stairs to find what left-overs were in the fridge. Disappointed, as last night my mother must have been on a cleaning frenzy. The dishes done, tables wiped down, and the fridge picked clean like a vulture scavenged a decaying rabbit in the desert. I guess a Gogurt would have to suffice this morning. Closing the freezer, the light of the oven was on. And then, as if a being hit by a falling boulder, Pizza! Oh the Gods above must have been watching out for me; there were three slices of peperoni pizza left in the box. Five minutes later, with a full stomach, I was out the door and on my way to the most delightful place on the face of planet earth.

I remember that day when I moved into that town. It was a fresh and clear day. The birds were singing and the sun was shining all over. I had unpacked and had decided to explore around the place. I went through the shops and the park, and there nothing interested me. I don’t know why but, nothing was interesting. I had walked around and I was pretty sure that I had seen something shimmering in the sunlight, but when I looked closer, it was gone. Now, I will tell you how I became this: a ghost.

The moment I first saw my newly born nephew was magical. I walked into the hospital room and there he was, in the arms of his aunt. He was perfect, a little miracle, an angel. My heart squeezed when I first saw him and I immediately fell in love. Then, I held him. He was so alert and perfect; I couldn’t stop looking at him. His tiny, perfect hands and feet and his adorable facial expressions: he was so beautiful! And I cried. The feeling I experienced was so powerful that it is hard for me to imagine that it will be even stronger when I have my own children. I couldn’t believe he was my little nephew and he was finally here! I had been anxiously awaiting his birth from the day I found out I was going to become an auntie. Even after seeing him and holding him, it took a while for the idea to sink in that he was real and that I was finally an aunt! I didn’t want to ever put him down; I could’ve held him and watched him forever as he slept so peacefully and beautifully, my little angel.

“Hello?” My mom answered. “ Oh, okay. Yes we’ll tell her. No It’s fine. Have a good time. Bye.” “ Nathaly?” my mom called