Descriptive Essay - Original Writing

I can hear the White Rabbit 's watch tocking and ticking yet I don 't see him. He is late again. I might just fire him or water him, however, that phrase goes. I let my devious grin emerge from the dust to see him in the dark dry woods, he doesn 't see me but I see him in his half ironed quarter buttoned shirt. I am not a bad kitty, I simply don’t play nice with the kittens.

My eyes scan the room around me, piercing, as it were, into the walls enclosed about me, searching the secrets that are hidden within the black corners. Kids are talking and laughing together, every so often gawking at these new people who would now be in their class. There is something about this school I do not like. Whether it is the buzzing hum of the lights, the clamor of people babbling, or the strange feeling of being at home away from home, I cannot figure it out. I am at an unfamiliar school with peculiar people who are constantly gawking at me. One pen clicks. I jump. I am incredibly tense in my new surroundings. All of a sudden, something touches my hand. I shake vigorously,

Walking in the crowded halls of Beacon Hill High School, I never felt more alone. Surrounded by smiling faces of pupils of mine. Each laughing with friends. Each step took me farther into the crowd, further into my mind. Pushing past goths, geeks, athletes, and even the stoner kids who never usually come to school.Sighing in relief, my hand grabs onto the familiar lock of my locker. Locker C1098, located on in the central wing first floor, locker number 98. As I spin the lock, placing in the combo my mind gets lost in concentration. It shatters and disappears when my ears picked up on the sound of the lock popping, indicating it was now unlocked. Thank god I got it on the first try. Shoving my leather jacket in the small locker

Dustin sat against the far wall of the classroom in the second row from the front, leaning against the cool glass of the window. His eyes were closed, as if he was taking a nap amidst the utter chaos in room 206. He heard the thud of a backpack as someone slid into the seat next to him, but he didn’t open his eyes. They groaned a little as they settled into the uncomfortable wooden chair, shifting restlessly. A heavy sigh escaped, then:

The aroma of musty wood and rusty metal lingered in the still air as my forehead beaded with droplets of cold sweat. As I sat fidgeting on an uneven blue chair, I absentmindedly watched as students entered small rooms with distressed emotions plastered on their anxious faces. There was one particular student I watched from a distance as she cautiously walked into a room that was lined with tearing yellow wallpaper. Her rich auburn blonde hair was matted down to her scalp from her sweat and I noticed her calves were shaking the tiniest bit. Her face portrayed an uneasy look as she slowly closed the door and I gradually snapped back into focus.

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.

Taken, stolen, kidnapped. All words for the situation I am in. I was taken from my home 2 days ago. I woke up in a trunk confused and had a hard time breathing. I could hear noises from all around and I was scared. I was so hot and I was positive that I had been sweating through all of my clothes. The next thing I heard was terrifying, somebody was trying to get into the trunk. I could hear whoever it was grunting, it appeared that they were struggling. Maybe they didn’t have a key? Once the man had opened the trunk I just laid there. There was nothing I could do. I was weak and tired, so I didn’t want to fight back.

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.

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.

Later that night, I was behind the wheel of my G-Wagon with Melissa in the passenger seat. She didn’t feel like driving since she was on the road all day and I understood so I didn’t mind when she asked me to. I had been tight-lipped. She kept eyeballing me as if she detected that something was bothering me but I just kept singing to my India Arie as if I was carefree.

The cold crisp winter air bit at me as I trekked across the empty field. Exhaling a breath, I inched further into my coat and stuffed my hands into my pockets in an attempt to keep warm. Spotting a bench that was brown and slightly rustic, I made my way over. Plopping myself down, I instantly fell back into the hard wooden seat with a sigh. The field was calming, peaceful and quiet – just how I liked it. Shrugging my backpack off, I hastily pulled out a worn out version of Persuasion – an old favourite of mine.

I used to be normal. I used to have friends and people who cared about me. I used to think I was safe in my mother’s arms. That I could grow up to be the person everyone would admire. But those days are gone. Not a single soul in the world could give a damn about me. Every day I am tormented and abused, and I take it all in because I deserve it. Every day I think of running away, leaving my wretched soul behind. Every day I want to kill myself, but I can never bring myself to. Every day I am an outcast to society, an abomination. Every day that goes by, I am still gay. And I can’t change who I am.

* I decided to rewrite this story, but it is mostly me fixing it up here and there. I went back to read it all over again and it really needs some work. I know I am still not the best writer but I will the best I can.

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.

"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.