Descriptive Essay - Original Writing Essay

Beginning a 12-minute journey, leaving my residence Piedmont North A; I headed to Starbucks. From the speed of the wind to the coolness of the air, I could tell that the season of Fall was finally beginning. The falling leaves of the trees were starting to leave a trail, and as I was beginning to approach the establishment, the aroma of coffee beans was lingering in the air.

“This is for you.” I look at Dialah. She shrugs. The familiar orange juice in a glass is placed in front of me.

That morning I woke up and felt extremely warm. I then saw an arm splayed across my stomach and felt someone scoot in close behind me. My eyes peered down and I was about to have panic attack but then I saw his fraternity tattoo on his wrist and I relaxed. My hand gentle trace over the letters of the tattoo.

"Mom! Dad! I 'm going out for a run!" I walked into the kitchen and grabbed a banana, finishing it off quickly as I got my earphones and phone.

When my parents decided I had become old enough to safely wield a pole with a small but hurtful hooked object on a string, I began fishing. At first I only wanted to fish because I was not allowed to, but after I tried it for the first time I became fascinated with the mechanics. With our small, skinny, breakable-looking poles, we could pull mysterious, flopping beasts out of the water that would otherwise swim beneath the surface, undetectable. During the fall and winter months, my father, my sister, and I would frequently take our fishing poles down to the creek behind our house in hope of catching salmon and any other wondrous kinds of fish that frequented the cool waters.

“Haven,” She paused, “couldn’t you hear me?” She was obviously stressed and angry with everyone. I had heard that annoying tone too many times before. I said nothing, waiting for her to repeat herself. She sighed and unbuckled her seat belt. “I said, We’re here. Now, get out and help me with the bags.”

You awaken to the sound of waves upon a shore, and with your mouth full of sand. Coughing, you blink a few times to adjust your eyes to your bright, new surroundings. You see a sparkling beach edging a gentle, clear sea, and farther in, a thick forest. Glancing down the shore, the sand continues endlessly in a way that makes it hard to tell whether this is an island or the mainland. There is no boat in sight, and so you decide to head into the forest to find some sort of civilization. As soon as you step under the canopy of the trees, the temperature seems to drop by about ten degrees. You walk farther in with no clear direction in mind. Turning around, you find that you can no longer see the beach, and realize that maybe walking in without a plan was not such a good idea. At this point, you have completely lost your bearings. Still, it seems to you that it might be wise to leave some sort of markings to help you figure out from which direction you came. Now as you walk, you break the branches at eye level on your right hand side. After about an hour of wandering, you see a wider clearing up ahead, and hasten your speed toward it.

It’s a busy Sunday afternoon in Target. The store is full of men, women and children alike. I walk aimlessly through the aisles, casually browsing for products while glancing into another person’s cart. I find myself in the beauty aisle to see if there are any new releases. Now, on an everyday basis, I don’t wear makeup anymore, but I still love to see what’s new for the season. In that aisle, I see other women wandering and scanning the section for new products, just as I am. Not once do I see a man in this section. Out of the corner of my eye, I notice a man with a slight mustache wearing a blue baseball cap. He looked very familiar. Oh, I thought, I just saw him walking down every single aisle. Mustache Man walks into the aisle, curiously observing the unfamiliar row of foundation. A few seconds later, I hear a lot of whispering ad muttering. The women chatting beside me looked at him suspiciously, eyeing his presence, as if to say, “Why are you here?” He must have noticed too since his cheeks turned into a natural rosy hue. In a split second, he turned around and bolted out into the next aisle, the toothpaste section, where he browsed the entire aisle before moving on to the next one. Now, he could have quickly walked out of the makeup section for a number of reasons. Maybe he just remembered he needed toothpaste over in the next aisle. Maybe he felt embarrassed being seen as a grown man, aware of the stigma surrounding men like him and feminine products, in the makeup

“Do you remember the red heel you always wanted to wear when you were younger,” my cousin asks. I giggle quietly as my forms a smile. I try to remember, but the memories do not come to me. I look up at her and just say yes, but why is it that I do not recall those shoes? I look down at my feet and close my eyes. I can see myself at the age of two running around in a pearly dress. I begin to scan myself in the dress, I look down, but still cannot see the shoes. I reopen my eyes and I just sigh. Have I forgotten where I came from, or is it just my mind playing tricks on me?

Don’t get me wrong, I was aware that I was Asian. I had a different culture at home from my friends. They didn’t eat rice nearly as often as I did. They didn’t see chopsticks as just another utensil for the table, but as an exotic tool. They didn’t speak Chinese at home. But race was never something that mattered in elementary school. People weren 't black, white, yellow. They were classmates, friends. That is, until Peter arrived. It was third grade when I began to see through the tinted lens of skin color. As I was the only other Asian boy in the grade, my teachers told me to become friends with the new Chinese kid, to help him. It’s funny, now some would classify that as a microaggression: let the Chinese kid play with another Asian kid. Why can’t the new kid just make his own friends? Regardless, I would spend part recess and after school with Peter, the new kid that was “weird” and had no friends.

The cool dampness from the morning dew caused my feet to itch. This particular morning was chilly and damp. I love to go to yard sales with my mom, but at 6:00 am. Really? “Oh my goodness, look at this,” said my mom. She had located a goat. Yes a goat. Not the live, breathing kind, but the stuffed cute kind. He wore a small black and white striped outfit and the tiniest red bandana. His wire rimmed spectacles set off huge eyes which were topped off by large curling horns. All in all he was about 8 inches tall. He held a small sign that said “Old Goat” in black writing.

It was to late before I heard the sirens. I heard cars pull into the drive way into our new tent. I took a quick peek out the window. The immigration police were here! I ushered my family out the back door but it was to late. I showed them my ID and he moved to Rorra, whom didn 't have one. He directed her to the car but Mama stepped in front of him holden hew brass pan. "Move aside woman". the officer said gruffly. "No! You can 't take our children! Quick run to Chihiro"! She was a fellow farmer from Japan whom we 'd helped in the past. Rorro just stood there and quivered. The officer raised his gun and pulled the trigger. Mama 's eyes widened in surprise and she staggered backwards and hit the ground with a thud. The

I walked into the house and dropped my book bag on the floor. It made a loud thud against the wood floors. I stood for a moment before taking off my jacket. If Locke had been home, he would have come running and asked what that sound was. Instead, the house was silent. I removed my jacket and hung it up, letting out a sigh. Feeling at ease, I walked into the kitchen to make myself a sandwich.

looking at his face, pushing his heavy glasses up the breezes of his short pokey nose.

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.