Descriptive Essay - Original Writing

She dried herself off, toweling off her hair before wrapping the towel around herself. Grabbing her brush off of her counter, she went to her bedroom to search her closet. It wouldn’t take her long to get dressed; she already knew what she wanted to wear. She had an emerald green dress that cut off at her knees and showed off her figure without giving too much away. She brushed her hair as she pushed back all of her work clothes to reach the small collection of dresses she owned.

“Hey Vi,” Violet’s best friend said with enthusiasm. Everyday Violet met Peyton outside the school so they could walk in together. The girls would catch up by gossiping about “who did what..” and “what she said…”. Once they met up with their other friends they all walked to the lockers to get what they needed for the day. Violet's first class was Algebra II, she liked math because it came easy to her, much like most stuff did. As the day went on nothing new was happening, it was just like any other day. Start the day with math and end it with cheer.

“Are you really going to make me move away the summer before Sophomore year?” she asked her mother in tears. Lilly had been looking forward to spending summer with her friends, going to the pool and doing gymnastics. She never imagined her parents would be getting a divorce and she would be moving 3 hours away to go live with her mom. Her dad was an alcoholic and had tried to fix the problem many times, finally her mom had enough and signed the divorce papers. She had moved away from her family when she got married, so now was going to go back to where she grew up and live closer to her family. Lilly was a very outgoing girl who loved and was very good at gymnastics. She didn't think she would be able to live without her two best friends

When she completed the fifth grade, she moved to the six grade at General Grant School in town. At the end of three years, she was ready to enter Reedley High School. She was reaching the age of her hormonal changes and she was ignorant of what was happening to her body. At home she asked her older sisters. Both were brutally unkind in helping her understand the changes in her

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…

“Thank you mama!” Amina said hugging her mom tightly. And she skipped to school. As school went on, Amina had talked to a few people, but she hadn’t really made any friends. During class she sat in the back, and during lunch she sat alone.

The only problem was: it was still 9 am. School ends at 3:30. The day went by as slow as a snail. Every day was so miserable because it was all girls. At recess, Olivia, Sophia, Claire, and Elora watched the boys’ school. They had equipment and sports, something they didn’t have. They always watched, and thought, watched, and thought, until the bell rang. The rest of the day Olivia wondered, “Boys are so lucky… They have everything… Why are we so neglected? What did we ever do?” Everything was so confusing to a second grade girl in an unfair world.

I turned around and faced him, his silver eyes locked with mine he lifted his hand and brushed strands of my wet hair away from my face. “I love you.” I whispered.

Envision a young, obsequious girl; she’s just 10 years old. She has dazzling blue eyes and wispy white blonde hair, and she is carefree. She is a big sister to her little brother, and she is unsuspecting. I am this girl. I am the girl who for ten years thought of herself as the only big sister. I was wrong. I can recollect sitting in my dad’s old gray work truck while he was under the hood. I was always prying into things that were none of my concern; that warm spring day was no different. As I was nosing around I found a photograph of a girl, older than me, but not by much, she was riding a horse. I was perplexed. The girl in the photograph looked so much like me. She had the same hair and eye color, but I wasn’t as old as her, nor could I recall ever getting on a horse. I could feel the burden of tears behind my eyes as I slowly exited the truck to ask my dad who the girl was in the photograph. On that day my whole world changed. My dad explained to me (after reprimanding me for plundering through his things) that before he met my mother, he dated a girl named Susan when he lived in Michigan. Susan became pregnant, but he was unaware of this until after he and his family moved to South Carolina. Finding out I had an older sister was a profound experience because I felt like I finally had someone to talk to, I had my eyes open to a secret side of my family, and my sister became someone who I admire deeply.

‘- it was we who did the dispossessing, took traditional lands and destroyed traditional ways of life-’

“Hey dad can I ride my bike to Audra’s a house to see if hangout today?”, I asked my dad.

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.

Once I had closed the door after them we stood in silence, staring at the worn blue of the floor beneath our feet. There was nothing we could do or say to make this less uncomfortable. There was something unfathomable sneaking between all three of us and we knew it without speaking. If any of us were taken away then that meant we were hiding something from even our own family, and in our society that wasn’t well tolerated. Then again, if you came out as an oddity that could make a person’s blood boil just by looking at them then you had a tendency to fear those around you. I didn’t want anyone to be afraid of me, but I also couldn’t keep it from creeping into their psyche once the truth was laid bare for everyone to see. It would break my

I wake. Cold. Alone. Confused. I am surrounded with a lot of nothing. Harshness is all around me. I can feel tears that are now dried to my face. I am not sure why I was crying, but I know that something is not right. I don’t know where I am, but my best assumption would be jail. By the looks of it, I’m a prisoner. My arms crossed over my chest like a mummy would be. They are secured down with rigidity leather belts. I can’t take a deep breath without being restricted by the belts that hold me down. My legs are cramping and all I want to do is stretch them out, but the belts restrict any movements.

Death. Traumatizing. Scarred for life. Charlie… It started off as a great day, the end of our extraordinary R.V. trip in Utah. We were about to go white water rafting, I’m just going to say what is about to happen, I never expected I would have to experience in my life. Nevertheless it happened to me when I was 10.