Descriptive Essay - Original Writing

“What are you doing here,” I asked softly. As she proceeded to answer, Brandy cuts around the corner and said,

“I swear, I don’t know. I’ll tell you everything she told me, but she didn’t tell me where she was going.”

“Weslyn, you’re going right?” She asked while trying to hold in her giddiness long enough to hold a conversation.

She took of her glasses and stared at me. “I’ll tell you why,” she said.

“Why aren’t you playing?” a voice in back of me asked. I turned around, to find a girl who was doing the same thing I was..

“Well I would say goodnight, but I don’t like you.” I pulled out and she sat back down, with tears streaming down her face. I drove through little communities listening to the radio and eating the food I saved. I arrived in Reno, Nevada at 7:00 a.m. My bloodshot eyes told me I needed to rest, even for a few hours, but I’m going to see my daughter. I was low on gas, but I decided to take the risk of going up the mountain on the way to Tahoe. The tree’s became a blur as I pushed the pedal. The warm summer light beaming onto the road before me. The pine trees smell blessed my nose.

“Then how do you explain all the things that still happen to them now?” Savannah then asked me now sounding implacable.

“Well, what’s stopping you?” The question left my lips followed by a fast sip of my home made iced vanilla latte. She cracked her knuckles and rested her elbows on her knees and her face in her hands. It was a simple question that provoked a rather complicated answer.

“Shh.” Megan placed a finger over Addison’s lips and whispered, “Don’t analyze it and don’t think about it, just go with it. Do whatever comes natural and I’ll take care of everything else. Tonight is all about you.”

She lifted her head up and looked me in the eyes for the first time tonight. Her large, dark eyes captured me like a fish on a hook. Her eyes cried out pain and loneliness and seemed to see through my superficial persona.

She loved this town, all the people here, her job, Cole and Jase. Her cell phone vibrated. She pulled over in the parking lot of the dinner and read the message.

My days revolved around her. Whether knowingly or unknowingly. From the first breath I ever took to the last I will ever take, she would always be the central player. An original could never be beaten by a fake. I knew that. I knew that

“I thought I told you to bring your speech so you can practice." She told me with a disapproving smirk that felt like she could see straight through

“Kaylie, you are not allowed to know just yet, as a precaution. Do you happen to have any other questions?”

It was Halloween and, being the super mature teenager that I was, I went trick-or-treating. Going house to house and getting practically thrown at with candy just seemed entirely worth it. Considering I was 5,3, I wasn 't surprised that I could pull off being a 12-year-old for one night without calling attention to myself.