Descriptive Essay - Original Writing

stood up from his bunk and faced her. ’I had enough,’ he said coldly. ‘You got no rights comin’ in a

“He cannot stay here, you know that. Take him somewhere or leave the house!” His voice harsh, his face was red and angry.

She gives up trying to communicate her feelings at this point, and asks him to stop talking about it. He responds to this nervously, repeating that he doesn 't want her to do it, it doesn 't matter to him. The girl then threatens to scream; one might think she is tired of his craven disassembling.

“What!?!” she shouted becoming abhorrent. “Peter, how could you do that? Do you know what you’ve done?”

“You just have to have a little bit of faith in her, Andrew,” she spoke. “She’s a grown girl now. Twenty-five.”

Bahauddin grabbed for a place to rest his hand while he lifted his feet, climbing through the shaft, out of the caverns. Every crack of stone was filled with overgrown moss, As he rose, he could see the sky was just before nightfall. The only sound around was the howl of the wind, and the keys clanging against each other like a windchime during a breezy spring afternoon. Ascending up the shaft, he was cautiously concentrating for each and every placement of his hands and feet, careful not to slip. Bahauddin’s hand grasped the top of the shaft. The sky was painted with brush strokes of blood orange, reflecting a glare off the keys. Outside, it had looked like a warzone. No buildings fully structured, not a person in sight, just crumbs

“Nope,” he denied for the seventh time. He was lying down on the table, with his typical left earbud in, trying to get some sleep in before our next class. “I told you already, I hate being involved in your little group activities, which by the way be boring as hell, and wish you would stop including me in them.” See what I mean by when I say he can be rude, stubborn, malicious, and cold-hearted to a fault.

“Sorry to interrupt you, but you should just be grateful for having had the strength to make your own choices. You’ve got the strength to remain a fighter, so don’t let this quibble let you down. I may be self-righteous smug, on the other hand, I must admit that you’re an enterprising woman who has her feet so well put on this Earth’s soil. There have been times when I even envy you because everyone loves you for your work ethic and your accomplishments. I… I must apologize for being so difficult these past days. I apologize for stealing your money, it is yours not mine. I have no excuse for my behavior.”

"Just go, I never want to see you again, you've already done enough!" He yelled, out with tears dripping down his face.

"It's not my fault I'm not a therapist, I was supposed to be your boyfriend not your fucking diary you can go to when life goes to shit!" Jughead snapped his eyes hardening with anger

"I'm so sorry you had to go through that. I'm proud of you for standing up to her today. That must have been hard for you."

"yeah i was never angry at you for leaving i was just upset about it i didint want to lose u"

“I accept your apology but i'm still mad at you” she said breaking free from my grip and walking away.

"Well...fine! I don 't need you anyway, bitch!" He said, as she walked away. She rolled her eyes and flipped him off. Finally, he turned around and walked away.

Drew exhaled, then said, "No. Seriously, I've gotta go. I mean you did great, but now, I must leave. Sorry. I don't mean to hurt your feelings. You do understand?"