Descriptive Essay

Traveling is one of my family’s favorite things to do. The family has visited numerous places throughout the United States, however, none are as memorable as Atlanta, Georgia. In Atlanta, there are many places to go and sights to see such as: Cola-cola factory, Cabbage Patch Kids Factory, Under Ground Mall, the Zoo, Atlanta Braves Stadium, Six Flags Over Georgia, Stone Mountain Park, and the Atlanta Aquarium, are all in or near the city of Atlanta. The three that we visit on every trip to Atlanta are Six Flags, Stone Mountain, and the Atlanta Aquarium.

So the long waiting process began, and after sometime of being bored I remembered I had a deck of card sitting in my backpack, so after getting them me and a few of my friends began to play Texas Hold’ Em. After playing this for some time me and a few others began to lose interest, so I suggested we play Life, they agreed. This turned out to be tons of fun and we continued this for about two hours, by this time everyone was pissed from waiting.

They arrived at the parking lot, got their things and headed to the ticket booth. His parents paid 3 tickets and a couple of minutes, they entered into a world of pure happiness and excitement

The cold, winter breeze nipped at my cheeks as I end my long day at work. I pull my hat on tighter as I make my way to my truck. Frustrated with the day I just had, I quickly start my car and speed out of the parking lot down the street. Static tickles my ears as I turn my radio up, switching from station to station. A familiar name catches my attention as I switch past one of the local new stations.

When the Weeping Willow trees became abundant around every sector of the car, I knew we were getting close. Once we passed the bridge by the small, grass bank called Cypher Beach, I could barely sit still in the front seat of my grandparents truck because I knew we were about to arrive. There I sat, waiting anxiously with my size ten feet smashed into a size seven foot box because if I removed them, I affected my grandfather's ability to drive and my grandmother’s ability to sit and look pretty. Even though the flip of the coin always caused me to sit in the front, compared to the comfy back where the other four children sat, it was all worth it when we arrived to our destination. The destination was just up the road, where we turned right

Upon entering the mall I heard a faint echo of rock music from deep inside. Walking through piles of broken glass, avoiding hanging ceiling tiles and strung out junkies, I followed the sound of the music. It was coming from the second floor. I made my way to the broken escalator and climbed it. When I reached the top I couldn’t help but letting out a chuckle, despite my dire circumstances. The source of the music, my meeting place with Wendell, was a Hot Topic. The old kind with the fake gothic wrought iron fence. At least Wendell had a sense of humor. I reached out and pulled the gate open.

Though a heavy depression weighed down on all of us, we still had to load up the semi. The work was difficult and tedious, but it was necessary. As we began to slowly push the vibraphone up the teetering ramp, I felt a light tap on my shoulder. The others continued up the steep incline once I halted to turn towards whoever had jabbed me. My day had been disastrous. Everyone seemed to be irritated both before and after the performance, barely anyone had actually aided in loading up the instruments into the truck, and we didn’t make it to semi-state. How could anything make that better? I turned to face three smiling girls, all of which were from a different marching band. They held out a pair of glittery sapphire fairy wings.

It was getting dark after a full day of partying in Isla Vista, Santa Barbara, CA. Hilaria, Sidney and I were laying on a hammock, completely exhausted in the cold night. We could hear the party and see the bright lights flashing going on in the house behind us. We were just resting before we went back to discovering new parties all around the neighborhood. “Let’s go inside now.” Sidney said. We headed straight towards the DJ so that we could play the music we liked. Hilaria decided to put her purse down in the corner of the room behind the couch. We danced the night away feeling free, letting “Sound Bang” by Major Lazer run through our drunken bodies. Once the house got packed, the owners started kicking people out. We walked towards the corner

The overpowering scent of alcohol invaded my nose with every breath. People were crowding around the dancefloor like an infestation of bugs, being drawn to the shimmering lights of the disco ball. The music was so loud it made my ears ring, but the instantly recognisable tune put a smile on my face. I headed towards the bar wanting to avoid the initial small talk and human interaction that I don’t know how to handle.

The feeling of excitement yet anxiousness was very prevalent in my emotions. I wobbled to the rear end of the building, waiting for my cyber friend named Brian. It

I watched my sister skip from stall to stall, stopping only to call for the rest of my family to catch up. She stopped at a tent and my whole family crowded around. Although I had been to the fair dozens of times, this tent was unfamiliar. and I tried to drown out the owner's latest sham, but unfortunately his voice pierced through my music.

     Tony finished getting ready, and then we left for the high school. The parking lot was filled with all the other seniors’ cars. Tony and I walked into the library ten minutes late like usual, and the principal had already started giving instructions. I found my place in line and then was all ears. I couldn’t help but look around at all the others. Smiles were plastered on their faces as if they had heard a hilarious joke. Once the principal concluded his speech, the whole senior class paraded down the hallway to the commons in two uniform lines stopping just outside the gymnasium doors. We could hear the band warming up and playing songs. All the people that were standing around me were bubbling

The music faded out and the only thing I could hear was the bass of the songs. Several males tried to come up and hit on me, but I curved them quick. There was this one boy though, whose face seemed to remind me of home. Although I knew he wasn't from where I was from, my mind still had hope that he would help lead me home. When I approached him, he turned around quickly and admitted he knew I was lost and offered to help me get home. A sense of relief, comfort, and happiness ran over my body; I thanked him for understanding the urgency of me getting home. He then offered me a pill to help with a headache that he assured was soon to come. The commodious building now seemed to be narrow and congested; the room began to spin and then I

Boom, is the sound of the car door closing as I am on my way to volleyball practice, on this August evening. I plug my pink charger into my Kenwood radio at that same time I plug my white iPhone 5 in. I get my phone connected to my Bluetooth Audio so I can play music as I drive a whole five minutes to get to the high school. I put on the new Liam Payne song Strip That Down, and then start to back out of my driveway. I am on my way. The bass is kicking and I sing along thinking that practice is going to be perfect today. I pull into the parking lot and park my exquisite car, my silver Nissan Maxima that I paid for without mommy and daddy’s money. I start to walk into the school while the wind blows through my hair still with the song stuck in my head and then I quickly plotted down the stairs eager to get to practice. I can’t wait to get to the locker

After a talkative ride in my friend’s worn PT cruiser, we arrived at the dilapidated parking lot for the festival. I shrunk down in my seat as my friend’s mom honked her horn at rogue pedestrians; the faint, dying goose sound proved largely ineffective. Once we found a parking spot, we climbed out of the car and made our way to the ticket line, kicking up loose dust with every step. The air was cooler at the festival; I felt the hairs stand at attention on my bare arms.