Descriptive Essay - Original Writing

The next four days in the hospital allowed me to regain myself, and I remember my mother and father visiting me filled with

When I opened my eyes, it was just like any other day. The first thing I did, was close them again. I had always loved to sleep in. I could never bare the thought of leaving the comfort of my bed to the cold, harsh weather right away, yet alone to come to school. “I can only delay the inevitable” I thought, as I regrettably rolled out of bed to begin the long day ahead. I made my way towards the bathroom to brush my teeth, making sure to say hello to my dog, Gabe, as I passed by. Upon entering the bathroom, I reached for my toothbrush and caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror. My brown hair was a mess as always, but I could barely tell without my glasses on. My hazel eyes pierced the mirror, standing out like a bright light in the dark room, but they were slightly covered by my glasses. I made note of my messy hair as I continued to brush my teeth, and once I was finished, left the room. Upon leaving the bathroom, I went down the stairs to eat breakfast. I looked thoroughly through the fridge, hoping for some easy to make leftovers, but unfortunately none were left. I sighed, and went to make myself bacon and eggs for the morning. After letting the dog out and washing my hands, I wolfed them down and went back upstairs to brush my hair. I checked to make sure I had everything I needed for school, even though I had already checked the night before, and grabbed my keys to drive to school.

I am seven-teen, a high school student and was having some health issues. I would always be anemic. My doctor wondered why I was having a lot of bleeding so she suggested for me to have a diagnostic laparoscopy. I was debating if I wanted to have surgery. Even though my doctor said this would be a safe and small procedure, I was scared. My mother waited a couple of weeks, I finally told her I was ready to have the procedure done. We scheduled the surgery. It was a Friday morning when we arrived at the hospital in Casa Grande Az. We started by registering and they took me to their day surgery. In day surgery they started my IV. I was very nervous because I didn’t know what they would find. They gave me some medication through the Iv that maid me drowsy. That last thing that I remembered was when they were bringing me back into the operating room.

Choking back the hot burning tears her skinny legs splayed on the cool bathroom tile. Black streams coating her soft innocent cheeks, raking her bony fingers through the tangled knots in her black curled hair. Her pale skin scarred with the red marks from his hands, forever touching her once pure skin. Her thoughts bubbling up in bursts of fiery anger, words spewing from her sweet pink lips. Memories flooding her senses, flashbacks clouding her judgment. His words forever branded into her mind, his threats chaining her to the bathroom floor. Hidden, her internal suffering hidden from the world. His words, clothed her pain like a muzzle. Silencing her cries for help. Her malady hidden behind her long hair and quiet demeanor. His choice, her consequence.

“Hey dad can I ride my bike to Audra’s a house to see if hangout today?”, I asked my dad.

Gulp, as I stared up at the towering tall roller coaster. Goosebumps covered my body. Butterflies fluttered in my stomach. It was our turn next, as the coaster came into view. When it came to a halt, I inched in the roller coaster, as fear oozed out of my eyes. Next, I clipped my seat belt in and forced the bar down, the lady soon was at my side and checking my seat belt. Her gentle hands grasped the strap, as she gave a few tugs here and there. When she put full pressure on the cold gray bar, it started to rest on my thighs. Instantly, the click sounded and the attractive lady disappeared to the next cart. In the distance, I could see her happy, joyful face before it fanished in the screaming mob. Before I knew it, my horrified look came back and the seat belt started to suffocate me. But I wanted to be more safe than sorry.

Time is indecisive. It’s either with you or against you. What I’ve noticed is whenever you’re

I feel the rain pelting down on me as I ran across the faded footpath. I blame myself for not bringing an umbrella even when I was compelled to. I find some place to stand under a bus stop. I stand there shivering as the cold seeps through my skin. My long hair is dripping wet and so are my clothes. I think of calling my mum to pick me up but that’s not what I was here for. I didn’t come all the way here for nothing. I have been waiting for this for a whole year, I can’t possibly back out of this.

I woke up to the smell of bacon and eggs. I got up and I looked in the mirror. My hair is very messy so I grabbed my hairbrush and other things. I brushed my hair and then grabbed my water bottle. I went out into the living room. Isabella, Emma, and Sophia sat down in their little chairs. Jaden, Jake, and Lucas played with their toy trains. I sat across from mommy who had her hair in a bun. "Destiny, we have something to tell you. We did not know when was the right time to tell you. I mean you were scared and hurt, we did not want to hurt your feelings even more." Mommy said.

The terminal became backed with hundreds upon hundreds of ponies, each trotting towards their flight or to family members they hadn’t seen in weeks. The sight of loved ones leaving out the door brought a smile to my face as I turned my attention back to the list of flight numbers.

The surrounding area grew darker as I traversed farther into the forest. Erie howls echoed from my destination and they grew slowly closer as I continued on my well traversed route. The woods really were beautiful, with its thick canopy allowing a censored light through the branches. The sounds of nature all around, the rustling of branches and calls of birds. The flowing of a near stream, the crunch of leaves beneath my feet.

I was used to moving round, having a mother who liked to travel more than making roots was something I had gotten used to. Still, I had never gotten used to the loneliness of an empty house when she was out exploring, or the feeling of leaving behind someone who could have meant something to me.

When I was a young child, my family and I would travel to Vermont to stay with my grandparents. They lived on a mountain a little way out from the small town of Troy, Vermont. The land overflowed with the most beautiful trees and wildlife that I have ever seen. My grandfather protected his lands, he ensured that no one would hunt on them so that the animals would be safe from poachers. I would sit outside in the grass of our backyard clearing and just stare out into the wilderness that surrounded me. Some of my cousins felt scared of the woods, but I loved them like they were a part of me. For hours, I would gaze into the trees and watch the wild creatures, it was peace for me. Deer’s would come so close to the clearing that I could see

As I stand in line I have some thoughts about how the heck I got myself into this.I see older adults grouping around me, I can can feel their nervousness inside my veins. Not a single one of the potions looked at all recognizable, but with my attitude nothing seemed like a bad idea.

He laid on his bed, photographs taken out from their albums were scattered out around him. Her smooth warm hands holding gently on his right hand, it just wasn’t the same anymore. He needed to feel her flesh for one more time, her hands, where they belonged, in his. Her scent, so familiar, her dazzling chocolate brown eyes which were the kind that you can look into and get lost within it, her long wavy and golden brown hair that falls brilliantly over her chest and her kissable cherry lips. She was still painted on his mind.