The Perfect Summer Day

The story "Our Perfect Summer" is about a boy's life. It begins off with the boy in his young years and the mother at the cleaner's listening to a woman almost "brag" about her second home. The mother and son try to imitate the woman's voice soon afterwards. The story ends with the family telling one another what happened to their perfect house years after they sold it.

The advancement in the cosmetic industry has increased since the introduction of makeup towards young teenager has become viral. To these students, makeup is an experiment on finding this true passion and beauty. The article, “Makeup is a form of Art”, states that makeup is an art form when seen in the perspective of human beings as a canvas and that, “Each day, the canvas is blank yet again and a new makeup look can be created.”In addition, every shade of eye shadow, every lip shade, and the different type of brushes all incorporate the transformation of a person's personality or ideas to deliver the message of who they are. Young girls and guys from the ages twelve to around 18 begin their introduction of makeup out of curiosity and issues with insecurities, but part of it was accumulated with the idea of building it into a talent. In one of my interviews, I selected Thalia Zuniga to represent this argument as she is a woman who created her own YouTube channel and a separate Instagram account that gives her the ability to share her artistic concepts to other people. She states, “Makeup is an art. I don’t put pink on my eyelid because I'm insecure. I wear makeup because it is an art, it’s a way to transform yourself into a form of art itself… it takes skill to get to the beautiful, creaseless beauty that makeup is,”

“Woah! Why are you wearing makeup? Do you not think you’re pretty?” My cheeks flushed. I hadn’t been expecting any comments, or for anyone to notice at all, but suddenly the mascara coating my eyes and the pink lipgloss I was wearing felt like a big neon sign saying “look at me.”

On a warm, sunny Texas afternoon I walked through the Southlake strip mall. In the air a pungent odor danced around me. My hand went immediately to my nose, to block out the smell. The sun’s heat came glaring down at me as I shielded my hands in front of my face to keep the ray of light from hurting my sensitive eyes. The clouds seemed to dance across the vibrant blue sky. The pounding of my feet echoed across the

Beauty standards had completely shifted in the time of the 1920s, as women were attempting to achieve anything opposite than the previous “Victorian” standards. This change was a kind of movement, and resulted in products that would draw attention their new looks. The cosmetics business advanced and was prevalent in enhancing one's beauty. The purpose was to resemble movie stars, actresses with their “beautiful eyebrows and eyelashes.” Women considered to be “average” would used makeup to draw attention to their face as they strived to look in resemblance to movie

carefully on her hair, penciled her eyebrows and rouged her lips." All of this is

Liv decided being cooped up in my room isn't going to prove anything, so she gave me a makeover. She did my hair and makeup and made me get dressed. I'm wearing my favorite black leggings, a floral, elbow length, shirt and a black beanie with my favorite pink vans. Liv gave me a smokey eye and eyeliner with bronzer under my cheeks. My hair was a mixture of curls a waves down my back.

As the wind brushed the back of my dress, I turned around to overlook the waves of golden ocean, pouring into the small town I called home. But, my eyes became fixed on the sun. It was so wonderful, so beautiful as it rose out of its slumber in the mountains. I always felt the sun’s warmth on my cloudy white dress, and I loved how it always felt like my father’s hugs.

A single beam of light shone thru the curtain. The specs of dust in the room danced between the rays, whisked into the air by the pleasant breeze tip toeing thru the screen door. I could feel the warmth on my cheek as I rose from the sheets, thoroughly rested. I briskly got ready, slipping on my tennis shoes, old and worn. Stepping outside, I was greeted by the painfully sweet aroma of sweet pea flowers, entranced by the blissful gleams of sunlight, and spellbound by the familiar screeching of parrots, flocking in clouds of bright vermilion.

Strutting through the familiar, gate worn by time, I spread my arms, taking in the saccharine aroma of the fresh grass. The remaining glimmers of the sun glisten on every blade that peeks through the moist soil, composing a sea of sparkling beauty, only comparable to a poem. The meadow is breathtaking this evening, as the sun sets behind the trees in the distance, leaving a glow of pinks, peaches, ambers, and crimsons behind as if a bowl of fruit had exploded in the sky.

As I stepped on to the freshly mowed grass that still had a hint of brown in it, I could feel the heat of the sun beginning to warm my skin, causing a sweat to form. The field was beautiful. I had never seen something so large before my eyes. My life was about to change as I stepped into the circle where all the kids were gathering.

As a child, my mother’s vanity was magical. The myriad perfume bottles scattered on the white marble surface, the brightly colored shades of powers and lipsticks lying open in sharp contrast, and the dark, sparkly dust of eyeshadow that covered the counter resembled a witch’s workshop to my six-year-old mind. Every day, without fail, my mother spent an hour “putting-on-her-face,”

As the sun’s nutritious rays fuel my body; sweat races down my back and accumulates into the threads of my cotton t-shirt. I peer over my neighborhood park fence and gaze over the spacious scenery. The track field was well in shape, free of small debris and ready for a test run and light jump activities in the sand-pit. Soon enough the high temperature fills my head, leaving me in a state of allusion. Images of my friends and I sporadically unfold in front of me and unto the track; as if being placed in a desert mirage. I feel a sense of peace and eagerness surge through my body, while the images continue to appear. Then, a whisper comes into the mix saying some sort of gibberish. Stepping a bit more cautiously then I regularly would I walked

Back in the day, when I remember of me being a child and it was one of the best moment I could think of my childhood that happened in the summer, where good time start it and not too far off that it sound it like that we played in the water and we figured since it is a bit hot outside i was going to six flags and having some fun with our family and friend having an enjoyable time. Few things I would say about my childhood was also the summer time, when the sun was hitting my body my mom used to worry about me a lot so I would not get dark so she would tell me to put sunscreen on all the time even on my face and in front of my friends but back when I was little I did not get what or why she was saying that but now I get it on why. Sometime when I didn’t wear the slippers my feet would burn like I was walking in a fried pan but I were to just walk in grass with my wet feet and then a few seconds later same thing happens again so it was not point of walking in the grass but I still walked. I closed my eyes one time because my mom used to surprise me with friends coming over, going to swimming and having a picnic and playing with the park dogs, it would be so much fun but we had this curfew time to get back home and the only annoying thing was the bugs and bees around us that were biting out skins off and making us scratch and the dirt we use in or the mud that we use to make sand castles out of at the beach. I tried to look up and see if I would be getting some shade anytime

The sunset was not spectacular that day. The vivid ruby and tangerine streaks that so often caressed the blue brow of the sky were sleeping, hidden behind the heavy mists. There are some days when the sunlight seems to dance, to weave and frolic with tongues of fire between the blades of grass. Not on that day. That evening, the yellow light was sickly. It diffused softly through the gray curtains with a shrouded light that just failed to illuminate. High up in the treetops, the leaves swayed, but on the ground, the grass was silent, limp and unmoving. The sun set and the earth waited.