Descriptive Essay - Original Writing

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Uncle Hyunwoo tutted in annoyance when the lead of his pencil snapped while finishing a Sudoku he had started in the morning. He glanced at the clock: 7:38 pm. Hyunjung had told him she was staying another two hours after school, so he expected her to have been back by 6:45 at the latest and it had now been almost more than an hour since then.
He was about to give her a phone call to check if she was okay when the front door opened, revealing a blank-looking adolescent.
Hyunjung sluggishly took her shoes off and slung her bag off her shoulders. “Hi uncle.”
“Are you alright? You look like you’ve just seen a ghost.”
“No, no I’m fine. I’m just—um, tired. Yeah, really tired.”
Uncle Hyunwoo raised an eyebrow at her then looked back down at
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He couldn’t make out what she was saying, but he knew something was bothering her, and in an ideal world he would’ve gone in and asked what was wrong; but from the way she was mumbling incoherently to herself and trying to keep it secretive, he knew she wouldn’t want to talk about it. In the end, he slid a note under her door saying her meal for the evening was in the microwave if she wanted it, and left her alone.
The screen of her cell phone glowed as fatigue slowly coaxed her into a slumber - she was too tired to check who had messaged her.
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Taehyung stared at the creased photograph he held in his hand. It was eight years old, and the only photo with his mom in it that he didn’t throw away. The edges around it were faded, much like the memory behind it.
He studied the picture for a couple of minutes and tried to remember the day it was took. But no matter how hard he tried, it was now nothing but a meaningless, psychedelic merge.
It was a family photo; mom was smiling in the middle cradling a two year old Taewon in her arms, with dad next to her resting a hand on her shoulder. Taehyung chuckled when he looked at his nine year old self with unkempt hair and dark bruises and scratches on his legs from all the trees he climbed and logs he clambered over - he was the only one who wasn’t smiling, a scowl seemed to have been something that stayed with
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