Descriptive Essay - Original Writing

My entire life, I’ve known that there was something a little different about me. The way that my classmates interacted with each other was always strange to me. Valentine’s Day didn’t make sense and watching Disney movies where the princess always gets her prince just didn’t feel right. I tried to think like my male classmates and feign feelings for girls. It was not until middle school when I finally began to understand exactly why I was so different. I’m gay. And this scared me.

His palm imprinted through layers of my skirt and lace panties onto my arse cheek.

During the day, I was a straight guy who was totally “normal” and happy. At night, when I was alone, I tried to be me. But I was still in denial in terms of who “me” really was. I developed body-image issues and decided that I needed to change my eating and exercise habits. I managed to make a positive change out of a negative emotion. Still, the issue of my sexual identity loomed over me. By now, I felt pressured to express that aspect of myself but lacked the ability to do so.

Santa Clause leaned his head against the sled, letting out a long sigh. It had been a tough evening so far. The northern hemisphere was down, but he still had one more hemisphere to go, and he had no idea what might be in store for him there. Santa’s thoughts ran to-and-fro from what if I never reach all the kids on time or what if the kids begin to lose faith in me? So, he quickly picked up his reins and gave them a slap, “whoop, whoop,” he called out to his reindeers, but exhaustion was creeping in. He noticed the fluffy clouds taking the forms of little children and candy canes, train sets, and teddy bears. His eyelids grew too heavy to keep them open, and his head dropped to one side. Santa fell into a deep slumber…

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.

The word lost was becoming more operative by the moment. The morning 's ice fishing over at nearby North Pond had been fine. After I ate my fish cakes back in my cabin at Mohawk Mountain, heat radiating from the wood stove, I 'd felt warm enough to peel down to a t-shirt and read. That was this morning.

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.

awn approached. Young Queen Audra referred to this time as the quiet hours, the time of day when all fell silent and most people remained locked away in restorative sleep and pleasant dreams.

I frown. He’s lying. Anyone looking at him could tell he isn’t fine, but before I can say anything Adam pushes himself to his feet. When he walks forward, he leans into the wall and lets out a groan.

The following morning, a Portkey deposited Fleur at the iron gate protecting Hogwarts School of Wizardry and Witchcraft. She made her way to her apartment where a small but well-placed living room featured a large window overlooking Hogwarts’ Quidditch pitch and a fireplace built into a bordering wall. A bookcase, end table, couch, and two plush chairs filled the room. To Fleur’s left, a kitchenette snuggled aside a short hallway leading to her bathroom and bedroom.

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.

I read the sentence slowly, examining each word making sure my eyes weren 't deceiving me. My mind went blank for what at the time seemed like forever. When I could finally gather my thoughts together I began to continuously re read the sentence. “Body found in Clinton near vehicle linked with missing LDHS student.” Soon a lump began to form in my throat. Each time I read it my heart sped up, warm tears I didn 't realize I had shed dripped onto my phone, and my soul ached with sadness. I started to hyperventilate, sobbing so badly I formed a puddle on my wooden bathroom floor. I 've heard losing a friend is like losing a limb, but to me it felt more like everything inside of me had been ripped out. Nothing could have prepared me for this,

“Just forget it,” I say, “but hurry up and get dressed. I need to get to school.”

"I left" echoed in my head, rousing me from sleep. A loud buzzing overtook my ears like a hive of bees churning. It sounded so close. It was 8:00 in the morning and auditions began at 10:00. I slipped on a pair of dark denim jeans and a navy halter top.

The fresh grass tickled his sticky body as he crushed the living daylights out of them. Beneath the sun’s gaze, he laid still while absorbing the beauty of the outside world. It was perfect.