Descriptive Essay - Original Writing

“I'm sorry, but I have some where to be.” Frances says in a cold tone and storms off in the direction of the train station.

“Same to you. Here’s your gift, Harry,” I said as I pulled out Benji out of my pocket and handed it to Harry.

I couldn’t believe twenty-two years could go by that quickly. I still remembered some of the faces that walked by me and memories that created here.

It 's early November, the brown leaves from the trees above are covering the sidewalk.

I couldn’t imagine that I would have ever seen a tractor flying through the air, let alone a tractor landing just inches away from the room where my family was taking shelter. All of those childhood memories just gone just like that. My little sister Harper was crying to my mother saying “Mommy Mommy can it stop can it stop?” she wailed. I know this might seem crazy but that moment it just felt like time paused. And then my mother was crying to my father saying “Honey we lost her!” my mother cried.

I did my best to straighten up a bit for my impromptu guest; quickly discarding a few empty low balls that had marked their territory on the old coffee table with rings of dried condensation. The single bed and bath apartment wasn 't particularly large but it was open with only a short wall separating the living area from the kitchen. The aforementioned bedroom and bathroom being the only rooms that were completely enclosed. The living area doubled as my office and with a bit creative decorating, didn 't feel as cluttered as it truly was. A large wooden desk found residence at the back of the room, my hand-me-down office chair and two gently used wooden chairs sat on opposite sides of the wooden center piece. A dark brown leather sectional took the for front and served as make shift seating for waiting clients, not that there were ever any waiting.

Colors are flashing. Faint sounds fill the air. Everything’s a blur, like it’s being swept up by the wind. I try to find my footing and stand up, but I just fall back down again. I try to grasp onto my last memories, searching for answers. The only memory I find is my name. Shailene Fonder.

I was waddling around in my playpen like any happy four-year-old would. Picking up and grabbing random toys and hurling them as hard my my chubby arm could. I looked at my brother with the biggest grin I could muster, as we heard my mother’s off-pitch voice, singing our favorite Disney songs to us, currently one from Sleeping Beauty, much to my brother’s dismay. It was the best day I can remember. My mother finished up with the song, and I thought it was the best thing I had ever heard. I didn’t know at the time that my mother is actually tone-deaf.

The eyeliner makes the dark circles less pronounced. The lip gloss hides the trembling. The ponytail conceals missing patches of hair. The Abercrombie sweater covers bruises. I might look at bit thinner, so everyone will ask about my new diet. My hair might not shine the way it used to, so the pink ribbon will distract curious eyes. One hour of preparation and I look like myself. One hour of preparation and no one will know. One hour out of 24. Sometimes I wonder if it’s worth it, wasting a twenty-fourth of my day on a lie. But then I see my wispy hair and baggy eyes, and I have to do it.

“Ugh. It’s just so hot! I can’t do anything it’s so hot,” I groaned. Mika looked over at me and mirrored the annoyed expression that I realized was on my face. I quickly wiped away the expression and tried for something a little nicer. After a bit I just gave up and lay down on the cement floor of our living room. It was cooler down there so it gave a moment of relief. The floor started to warm up where I lay though, so I had to keep moving from place to place so I wouldn’t start to sweat too much.

As I stepped off the airplane I felt the heat hit me like a bus. All of the blazing humidity was overwhelming. With every step I took, I felt overwhelmed. Everything was different here-from the heat to the smell. As everyone was rushing off the planes to get to customs, I watched them speaking to fellow passengers in their native language-Spanish. After going through customs and getting my passport checked I was startled by this huge crowd of people waiting behind a gate for family and friends. As my group and I walked by I saw all these faces of Salvadoran people. While waiting for our bus to arrive, I looked around this unfamiliar place. The stands up, around the room selling food, the people coming to and from the airport, the openness that leaded right out to the parking lot of the airport. Soon a heavy rainfall began. My body was happy the rain was here because the heat was really beginning to be really staggering. About an hour later, our bus had finally arrived. While boarding the bus I was greeted by a short woman with a Spanish accent,

Naruto picked at the residue left behind from an old sticker still clinging onto the desk. His eyes lighting up when Alphys set down his own bowl of hot, steamy, delicious ramen. "Alright food 's here! Itadakimasu!"

My bed sheets flew towards the opposite end of the bed when I sat straight up. Even though my room trapped the cold Minnesota below freezing temperature, sweat dribbled off my body like a water fountain. It clung to my face and then decorated the glittery gold themed bed sheets my mom had just bought me a few days ago. I drew my one remaining knee up to my chest and wrapped my long, thin arms around them. Looking at the alarm clock for the fifth time, I took a long breath and peeked at the calendar hanging over the walnut desk, which had a big fat black circle around April 11th, 2013; today. Miriam Grayson got down and kneeled next to her bed, thanking God for another day.

As I stand in line I have some thoughts about how the heck I got myself into this.I see older adults grouping around me, I can can feel their nervousness inside my veins. Not a single one of the potions looked at all recognizable, but with my attitude nothing seemed like a bad idea.

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