Descriptive Essay - Original Writing

"I had to wait for that guy David to finish helping me with that stupid assignment. I had no idea what Carlisle was asking for!" Emelie complained. Georgina laughed, brown ringlets bouncing.

“I am too.” Quickly she thought of a different topic,” I never learned your sister’s name.”

Bahauddin grabbed for a place to rest his hand while he lifted his feet, climbing through the shaft, out of the caverns. Every crack of stone was filled with overgrown moss, As he rose, he could see the sky was just before nightfall. The only sound around was the howl of the wind, and the keys clanging against each other like a windchime during a breezy spring afternoon. Ascending up the shaft, he was cautiously concentrating for each and every placement of his hands and feet, careful not to slip. Bahauddin’s hand grasped the top of the shaft. The sky was painted with brush strokes of blood orange, reflecting a glare off the keys. Outside, it had looked like a warzone. No buildings fully structured, not a person in sight, just crumbs

When Beth flips the top card, she softly said, “Yes dear, your luck will be changing very soon.”

“I am but a lowly…” Tilly tried humble which was the one thing she was not.

“Hmm. It appears we’re both idiots then.” They chuckle, but the laughter soon tapers off. Zinnia twirls the leaf in her fingers. “Life’s awfully short, isn’t it? We don’t even get to learn everything before we die.”

“ You seem like a really nice kid that’s why I was wondering why you are here” Karen said.

Kirstie was looking at Scott, a hand over her mouth. "Scott?" Her hand slowly lowered. Scott's eyes flickered down to the fallen bag beside her feet and he followed the journey of a lost apple as it rolled into the street, immediately being crushed by a car. He flinched and looked back at the tiny blonde. Wait, she had silver hair now. Huh. "Oh my god, Scott. Are you okay? I know you heard the news about..." she hesitated before forcing the name out.

Chenelie got up, smiled, and went to jump on trees. The guards led her to the big forest, and there was a big throne made from snowy trees. The palace was made from

“But, where did they come from?" she asked. He glanced at her, smiled, but did not answer her question

“Ok lets see here. Um fire resistance. No. Fear of going to school. No. Ahh dream regeneration. Yes!” and she handed the wolf a vial with a murky purple liquid in it. We said our thank yous and goodbyes and went outside of the shop to the parking lot.

“I’m Y/N. Thank you. For, you know.” She laughed; it was a beautiful laugh that I almost forgot to respond again.

“Well, it was. You’ll understand once I will tell you the reason why you are here at the moment, my dear.” he quickly said, as if that was the answer he was waiting for.

I laughed, “Thanks. I’m no good at remembering names, but I’ll try to remember it now.”

"Tell me about the spell you found." Quinn zipped the fly of her white skinny