Descriptive Essay - Original Writing

I stopped mid-step and millions of thoughts rushed through my head. What was she going to say to me? Was she going to yell at me for not being able to do the turn? Was she going to take me out of the dance? I had never been so nervous at dance before and I felt a sense of uneasiness come over my whole body as I walked towards her.

“How did you know where the meeting would be?” she asked after getting her thoughts together. “Did the Alliance contact you while I was gone

I waited in anticipation for the line of people ahead of me to slowly shorten. When we finally arrived at the front of the line, the room seemed to be spinning, and I felt like I was going to pass out. Hoping this feeling would pass soon, I leaned on the desk.

In that moment, I froze, mouth dry, body tense. What was I supposed to do? The girls were already lining up to go out to the track for the race. In a matter of minutes, I was

I was so scared I didn’t know what to do. I just wanted to get out. There’s the exit I just have to make it. AAAAAAAHHHH!

The line was so long, we keep moving . Very minute we moved a inch . The looks Shivering Timbers made me feel sick. I felt like I had butterflies in my stomach.

Marina blushed,” I am going to be in attendance this evening. And yourself? Will you be going tonight?”

“Please take a seat.” She gestured towards the couch beside me. I sat in an uncomfortable position and waited for the awkward silence to cease. “So Mia, have you ever been to therapy before?”

Stardom. It’s the one thing on most teenagers’ minds, especially if you live in Southern California. However, contrary to popular belief, fame and fortune is not easy to come by in the City of Angels. Producers and directors are incredibly intense and 9.9 times out of 10 you will hear the phrase, “Thanks, but no thanks.” As a child of the Golden State, I often saw this rejection and never expected to be anything more than an audience member who claps when a sign tells me to. To be brutally honest, I didn’t really care much for the spotlight. I think that’s why I stuck with dance; you could have your spotlight and share it too, which was perfectly fine by me. But sharing the spotlight became a thing of the past when my dance team’s coach received a call from NBC’s America’s Got Talent.

After two warm-up classes and time for putting on makeup and costumes Lisa comes calles us on stage.

"I apologize for not introducing myself sooner. My name is Maxsar and I'm one of the chancellor at the agency. Look closely to this woman, you might find it intriguing."

“I’m curious as to what’s going to happen,” she retorted. “I’m glad I can be your experiment.”

Anxiety rose up in my chest feeling like the butterflies in my stomach were trying every air way passage in me to get out of my system, I could barely focus myself to get air.

Recovering from my dizziness, I sauntered outside trying to dodge the scattered limpness body parts disseminated across the floor in order not to trample over them. Young children and adults looked at me with staring eyes as I egressed the airplane.

After she had left my vision, I let out a sensitive murmur; work is upsetting, connections are distressing, why is everything unpleasant? Life was a drag right then and there, I knew I had a decent situation however I couldn't help to think everything was bleak. Obviously, Jess wasn't an issue, possibly I had become exhausted of work. For me, it wasn't too much of a surprise. Indeed, even as a child I repulsed simplicity, my rebellious nature craved excitement.