Jacket Descriptive Writing

“The Jacket” by Gary Soto is a story of a boy who asks his mom for a new jacket and ends up getting a jacket he believes is “ugly.” In The Jacket Gary Soto uses imagery, personification, metaphors, and similes to convey the idea that one’s clothes can affect their life and how one feels. In the beginning of the story, Gary Soto uses similes and metaphors to develop the theme of how one's clothes can affect them. For example, after realizing that the ugly jacket on the bed was the jacket his mother had gotten him, he says, “I stared at the jacket, like an enemy, thinking bad things before I took off my old jacket whose sleeves climbed halfway to my elbow.” In other words, he had negative feelings about the jacket.

Although he believed it was ugly, he continued wearing the jacket since he has no choice. All the more he felt bad because wicked things happen continuously. He was unable to do his homework, he got C’s in most of his quizzes, and he even forgot the capitals and rivers of South America. The girls who were previously friendly to him blew away like loose flowers following boys in neat jackets (Soto, 474). Despite of the bad lucks it caused him, he still wore the jacket for three years and has tagged along with him wherever he went. And all those years he was unlucky

First of all, the boy wanted a new jacket. The boy's description of the jacket he wanted was a leather jacket, like bikers wear. The boy also wanted silver studs on his leather jacket, “enough belts to hold down a small town”, he said. So he asked his mom for a new jacket because his green coat from fourth grade does not fit

I sat in my father’s office for a while, thinking of reasons why he would mention those girls. ‘Maybe he was trying to make me jealous’ I kept telling myself. The longer I sat there the more I couldn't get him out of my mind. His adorable smile, incredible hair and his gorgeous face. Soon the excitement of seeing his astonishing face again rushed through my body. I hurried to my room, threw my closet doors open and flipped through every piece of clothing I owned until I decided on the perfect dress. I chose to wear my favorite dress from Barneys, it was red with flowers and rather flattering.

The first day wasn’t as bad as I thought it would be, but it wasn’t great either. I got lost so many times and the only thing more embarrassing than being lost in the hallway is asking someone for directions, which I had to do twice. I only had one class with my friends, but all three of us were in there. And Samantha Kline was in my second period social studies class. We had started hanging out during school for the last month of eighth grade, and I didn’t have her number, but we liked each other. I don’t know about liking each other. I liked her but I didn’t know if she liked me. She was cool. Popular but quiet. And very pretty. She had played basketball in middle school and had practiced with the high school soccer team for the second half

It all began with a simple phone call one night after dinner. “Anna,” my father hollered up the stairs, “it’s for you. Sam is home, and he sounds excited.” As I bolted down the stairs to pick up the phone, I was thrilled. Sam was finally back from his college visit in Florida. He was unexpetantly coming over, and I had ten minutes to get ready. I raced back up the creaky wooden stairs, almost tripping on my socks. The minty toothpaste burned my lips while I hauled up my messy makeup bag from under the sink. I blended and brushed as fast as I could until I ruled it was good enough. I picked out a basic fall dress with a auburn floral print. My heart raced as I heard his car pull into the driveway. I immediately grabbed my jacket and ran outside

I threw my books on my bed and approached the jacket slowly, as if it were a stranger I could not wait to meet. I hollered at my mom downstairs if the jacket on my bedpost is mine. She said mine was in my closet. I cautiously opened my closet door to see what surprises waited for me. Turns out, there was no jacket in my closet. When my mom heard this news, she said that it must be on my bedpost then. When I ran swooped over from the bannister to my room, I went to reinspect my brand-spanking new, black as midnight, beautifully brown lined jacket.

I zipped the jacket up and down several times up and down this jacket is so awesome.I looked in the morri combed my hair and then down multiple times.¨I looked awesome.¨ The outside to purposely see if anyone saw my jacket I also did not want to play with my dog I went just incase if he did not rip the leather off. I carefully put my jacket in my closet before dinner then I raced down the stairs going to give my Mom a hug and say ¨ thank you.” Then it was time for bed and I put the jacket on one more time then put it in the closet Then I went to bed.

"Don't worry these are my indoor boots." I called back and found my room. It was white with all my stuff put nicely. It looked like a white shirt with a big black stain on it. I sighed. I'd have to paint it black again. I went to my bed and lay down.

My mom call me to the kitchen. I rushed down stairs as if I was a cheetah trying to catch my prey. I kissed my mom on the cheek ten times and said thank you, thank you, thank you. I ran outside. I layed on the grass thinking what would happen the next day, but my thoughts went away

Then the morning of July 29, 2015, was finally upon me. It was a beautiful, summer day outside. Springing out of bed, excited as a little kid on their first day of school, I was filled with overwhelming joy. I had picked out my outfit in advance. Short black shorts, a classic band tee, and black converse, was what I had decided on. After making sure my outfit was quality, I put on my makeup, trying not to stab myself my eye with the mascara wand. As a I raced to get ready, I could not contain the smile that was trying to escape from my lips. As I stood at the top of the stairs, I hollered at my mom if she was ready to go.

It was a sunny morning in California,it was also my 15th birthday.I got out of bed and did my morning routine. I opened my closet to chose what I should where today, I found a dress that was white until your stomach and then was purple with a flow free bottom.I matched some white flats with my dress and headed downstairs.I greeted my mom “Good morning mom.” I noticed that dad was nowhere near by. “Mom where's dad ?” “ Honey something urgent came up so your dad had to step out.How about we get some breakfast from dunkin.” I nodded my head so we stepped out the house.When we arrived I ordered a glazed donut,mom got herself a chocolate sprinkle donut and got dad a pumpkin spice donut.We finished up eating and headed home.

It wasn't too hot or too cold, it was the perfect weather. I lifted my hands over my head and took a deep breath. The grass was slightly moist from the rain last night. I stepped out into the bright sunlight, urging my muscles to wake up. Fall was literally around the corner and I was trying to enjoy the last few days of summer before the leaves started turning brown and everyone brought out the pumpkins and turkeys. I glanced at my watch and read the time. I had thirty minutes before school and I hadn't done anything to get ready. I hadn't even brushed my teeth yet or made my bed. I woke up, rubbed my eyes and came out onto the front porch. I had a valid excuse for waking up and going outside though, I wanted to catch her

My alarm clock screams at me, usually i’d be mad and want to cover my ears to go back to bed but today is different. Today is my sweet sixteen, I did not only get the best outfit ever and makeup from Too Faced, but I also got a dress,Eeahhh! I have never had such an expensive brand of anything in my entire life. As I get up to my feet I open my pink curtains to see almost dead trees and a dark sky. I look across my room to see my old wooden bed and my brother Drew's bed, and one of our dressers with my dress.

The coolness of the bar stool has long since passed from the time I sat down half an hour ago. My fingers tingle from sitting on them for far too long, and I 've become chair shaped and must stretch my aching joints, soon. Nevertheless, I remain seated like a scolded child. As I fidget, waiting for my lecture to end, my clothed feet slip over the footrest. Though I keep my head low, my spontaneous eyes pursue Alice as she paces the length of the kitchen and its interconnecting living room. Alice, my best friend, who acts more like my mother than my friend.