Descriptive Essay - Stop Dad

“No!” It was my mom’s voice, I ran into the office and saw a gun on the floor, part of the wood chipped out as my dad stormed away. My mom was sobbing, visibly terrified. My mom followed my dad, while Missy took me upstairs with the baby and the pets. She locked the door behind her, and we saw my dad storming away from the garage in his car. After we knew he had pulled away, She led me back downstairs where my mom was waiting for the police. After around three minutes, a police officer arrived. It was after then that my mom made sure my dad couldn’t pick me up from school anymore.

This part got me like what is happening? This is so scary, just run get out of there before you die. But he was asking this who is going to murder him about 2 minutes. But he just keeps on asking. WHAT THE HECK IS WRONG WITH THESE PEOPLE??? I would just run because this kid that looks like he just died didn’t accidentally go in your locker open it and take all your stuff out of there. It’s literally impossible. I think that Matt was trying to be the bigger guy in the situation because he is a football player and a very good one. He was stereotyping himself in this

I told my mom to stay outside. I went to open the door but he locked the door. I knocked hard and when he turned and looked over his shoulder he was grinning as he taunted me and my mom. “LET US IN YOU OLD MAN” I screamed. “Mom give me the key” I sighed. I tried to put the key in the slot except the old man changed the lock. He shook the old key tauntingly right in front of us in the front door. He was so close in fact that his nose was almost touching the glass and I could see his breath on the door window. He was so busy taunting that by the time he realized what was happening, I lifted up from under a broken door, broke his arm, and then grabbed my knife out of my pocket. He tried to swing with his good arm but I grabbed it, slammed it on the table and stabbed my knife into his hand. He screamed like a zebra with broken and broke vocal cords. “Now what did I say about you leaving or else you’d be in that full body cast?” I asked in a hostel whisper. His hand was covered in dark red blood and he had tears in his eyes. “LET ME GO YOU CRAZY LITTLE-” He didn’t get to finish because my mom screamed, “ENOUGH MIRA JUST GET YOUR STUFF. AND YOU SIR NEED TO GET OUT OF OUR HOUSE IMMEDIATELY GO TO THE HOSPITAL, AND DON'T COME

“what happened ...are you ok…” my dad ask. I can tell he's trying to soothe me.

Foggy lifted up Matt's black shirt, revealing a bloody scar that he knew would need stitches. "Jesus christ, Matt. You gotta be more careful, man." Matt gave a quiet chuckle that was followed by a quick wince. "I know, I know." Matt groaned, slowly sitting himself up on the

It was a dark and stormy day on the playground. I was just heading out to recess from the drabby, damp, brick, building with my friend Shawn. I hadn’t played with him in a while because he had been hanging out with the new kid Cody. I thought he was trying to show him around being nice, but boy was I wrong. He walked over to me with a look on his face. A look where I just knew that something bad was about to be said. To be honest, I was scared to know what he was going to say. Just as the lightning shot making his face ever more grave, he said the terrible words you never want to hear.

“Nothing.” I tried to sound innocent. But Lisa knew something was wrong. She kept nagging me. I’m scared something more will happen. The next day school took forever, because I was thinking about Benjy kissing me. Is Benjy gay? Does he have a crush on me? All these questions going through my mind. Lisa was still nagging me, but I didn’t talk. After school I got pulled into the boys bathroom and heard a click from the door being locked. I turned around and Benjy was right there. My mind raced.

Not breaking our stare I yelled “Dad! A policeman is here!” I heard the couch creek as he got up.

The man laughs and says,” Hey can you get this cutie away so she doesn't get hurt?” I didn't actually understand him so I smacked him again but my mom ruined the show smacking and pulls me away. I tried so reasit to save my dad but they started walking calmly outside. My dad walks

As soon as he closed the door, he felt himself being engulfed by his youngest child, Karen. “Daddy, daddy!” she shrieked excitedly, as he picked her up, Karen beginning to rattle

I hopped along the cracked path towards the house. When reaching the front lawn my feet struggled to wade through a jungle of plants. But soon enough they were free and the front door greeted me with peeling paint fingers, I twisted the handle but it wouldn’t budge. My knuckles pounded on the door “Gus!” I yelled at the top of my lungs. Tapping my foot while waiting for a response. Then heavy footsteps approached the door and the handle twisted, opening the door to reveal my dad towering above me. His eyes were distant and his face was pale and drooping. He wore the same tattered black shirt he always wore. “Hello Lars” he said in a deep raspy voice. “Hi dad” my voice squeaked in comparison. I quickly scurried past him towards the kitchen

The first time I met him it was a hot, humid day in September with the sun blazing down on all four of us. My sister’s face was beaming proudly as she finally introduced us to her new boyfriend as he stepped around the front of his maroon truck. We stood in the large parking lot next to the quarter mile, two story school that Lianna and I went to. He was tall, a bit lanky but also muscular. My first impression doesn’t give him much credit to the man he is today, but he gave a firm handshake and pretended not to notice when Lianna and I gave McKenna looks of approval, which just added to the reasons to shoot McKenna more looks making her blush.

screaming in pain. This later causes Nick to plead with his father asking, “Oh, Daddy can’t you

I went up to his door and knock, he did not answer. I was turning around to leave the door opens and it’s Matt with blood on hands just standing there with a stupid look on his face. I step in the door to find out that he actually killed his girlfriend, well you can say dead meat girlfriend, geez jill why do be mean just say anything stupid like that. Matt just been standing there looking, while I am soaking everything in. It been a couple of minutes before anyone said anything, then he spoke.

“I’m sure she’s just playing hide-and-go-seek or something. Why are you getting Michael all worked up over it?” His face turned sour and twisted like an infant tasting a lemon for the first time. “What’s on your shirt buddy?” Michael began to sob harder.