Descriptive Essay - Original Writing

His palm imprinted through layers of my skirt and lace panties onto my arse cheek.

"You did, too?" I asked. I took the rock and put it in my hoodie pocket. I suddenly felt really sick, like I was about to throw up. I turned around, and Sara already had. It was really dark, too. I took out my phone and checked the time. It was 11:32, and there was a roller coaster of emotions in me. Eli was nowhere to be found, at least not at night. We would

The next day, Alice couldn’t wait to wear her locket to school. Her best friend, Bianca, would be so excited to see it. When Alice arrived at school, she went to her locker and grabbed the things she needed for first period. She grabbed her physics textbook and was ready to head to class. On the way there, she was stopped by her least favorite person in the world, Sebastian.

I ran up the pavement, never once looking back at Phil. I didn’t even want to consider thinking about how red I was. Why did I blush so much? I finally arrived at the porch and clambered up the steps. I shut the door behind me breathlessly. I dropped my bag and slid to the ground, still using the door as support. My heartbeat was all I could hear, thrumming quickly and filling my ears.

“Where are we?” I breathed in awe. Glancing around me, I saw the heavily forested area. Then, I saw the snow-capped mountain peak overhead. The lake that I had just swam out of was now crystal clear. Standing quietly, I could hear the rustle of the breeze through the trees. I reached into my vest to take a picture of this place with my phone. But when I brought it out, I strained to hear the dying beep of my phone. “Noooo!” I groaned in agony. My entire life had been for nothing! My phone was DEAD! In the distance, I could hear Jake’s footsteps, and I could smell his muddy boots. Actually, I couldn’t! That was strange, because usually his boots could be smelled miles away. I turned to look at him and I gasped. His boots and hiking outfit had been replaced with, on his head, a newsboy hat, and, on his torso, a ragged tunic hung loosely on his limbs, like our stepmother’s false hug, and on his legs, breeches, and high socks. I laughed.

I take off my black coat and exhale relief, seeing that my lower quadrants are back to normal.

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

“Brrr.” I shivered when I stepped into the shallow water. After 30 seconds, though, I adjusted.

Some people say that you are born the way that you are. Others claim that it is all reliant on how you were raised. The problem with that is my dads were the most amazing and normal people you could ever dream of. Every Saturday night, we would go to my aunts ' house to have dinner. My older brother would hang out with my cousins, but I didn 't feel like I belonged there. They would only talk about boys. For some reason, I just didn 't agree with how they think that boys are hot.

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.

“Because that’s what it looks like,” I bawled, irritated when I sensed the laughter my son sucked in. “You three are all in cahoots; anyone can tell that. You knuckleheads just don’t want to admit it, that I’m right.” I jested with a mother’s omniscience right to do so, then I softened, with a mother’s omniscience will to do so, too.

As you kneel down on the hard wood floor in cabin 12, the smell of 4-day-old, moldy tube socks that have been soaked in lake water sneak into your nose. They were balled up under one of the beds, and left to ferment in the muggy summer heat. As a cabin keeper at Merritt Reservoir, you will have many bizarre encounters in the short three-month summer break that you spend there. You need a variety of supplies to clean different types of cabins, and they can be classified as the busy work cabins, party cabins, mystery cabins, and the outhouses. The supplies range from typical cleaning utensils such as rags and window cleaner, extra toilet paper and towels, Febreze, and rubber gloves for sticky situations. However, also be sure to grab mousetraps, a bible, and a long wooden rod with a hook on the end. This sounds unusual, but it will make sense soon.

“Great. So excited.” I speak my words slowly to emphasize sarcasm. My mom gives me her signature “don’t-give-me-that-attitude-or-there-will-be-consequences” look, one that I have received too many times during our lengthy trip from the Charles de Gaulle Airport in Paris.

Without another moment of thought, I decided to pop one of the pure pills into my mouth and down the thing with a swig of rum. I could taste the white tablets gruesome effects on the tip of my tongue. The sensation was almost like dancing, I was happy, and the thought of everyone else disappeared from my mind. My mind clouded over after I started blaring music to compete with the jitters I needed to let out. The song that came on didn’t matter, because I was lost in the music of my own heartbeat. Rhythm got faster, the bass pounded, and something else in the background was banging too. Maybe it was the door, but I didn’t care.

“Just forget it,” I say, “but hurry up and get dressed. I need to get to school.”