Descriptive Essay

Yanira Medina I chose to pretend to buy a car from A Chevrolet dealership and the person that I talked to had actually been selling cars for quite some time now. He was incredible technique that made me almost purchase the car myself. One last thing, everything I quoted from our conversation is as close as I could remember it but its not exactly word for word in every phrase. Some are possibly word for world but not in every phrase. As I walked into Chevrolet dealership in Van Nuys a young men

The world whizzed past me in the comfort of the car, the cold blanket of air unable to reach my pale skin through closed windows and blasting heaters. The radio was quiet, the music providing ambience on top of the rumbling of the car’s engine. The last beat of the current song ended, filling the car with silence. After a few heartbeats, on came the next song, and I turned my head to look at the radio, hand outstretching to turn the dial up. As the strong, pulsing notes of the electric guitar filled

The sharks that haunted the beach. One reason why he had refused to let them go to the beach even though they only lived a mile from it. Nine years after her mother’s strange disappearance, he had finally let them go to the beach. Amanda remembered how the whole family had gone to the beach every weekend during the summer ever since she was only a few months old. She knew that because her mom had told her so many stories about everything that she had done when she was little. Amanda laughed at one

“Captured” I couldn’t help but feel miserable on the saturated, and frigid concrete floor. Just to think a couple of days ago, I was sitting on the recliner reading my favorite book kidnapped. Ironic right, considering I’m trapped in a cell with a crazy person having to fend for myself. It all started with a fight with my mom about a party. “But MAAA! PLEASE!!,” I screamed “I said no, it’s a school night Zoey,” she replied, as she hovered over the pasta she was cooking. “I hate these stupid rules

The darkness of night fades into light over Guam's touristy strip, basking Tumon Bay in the early morning glow of the powerful tropical sun. High above the waves and beach in our hotel room, the breeze coming in through our lanai is the first hint of daybreak. Through the rustling curtains, the breeze allows the sun, but not the beachgoers, to peek into our room.  You remain sound asleep, but have made clear your wish and my goal. You are so sexy just sleeping there. My mind plays back the last

The Devastation Tears cluster in my eyes. My heart pounds violently in my chest as I stand frozen–not able to think about anything except for the three words my dad told me. I am very close with my grandparents, Right now they don't live with each other they actually have not lived with each other for lord knows how long, but they still see each other my grandpa comes down to her apartment room for when he needs to take his medicine because he has diabetes. A typical weekend for me is to on friday

I open the first door of the local diner to escape the crisp chilly morning air. Pausing for a moment, I soak in the warmth before opening the second door. Immediately the aroma of coffee overwhelms my nostrils. The tiny diner has only ten cheap, white tables and black metal chairs with red padding on the seats. I select the table closest to the window, sitting with my back to the wall, the window on my right, and the rest of the diner in front and slightly to the left of me. The diner is located

Sarah Hughey Mrs.Fulton LIteracy 3-4 5,december,2017 “Get up for school your going to be late.” I woke up with a pit in my stomach. I had a bad feeling like something was wrong. Like something terrible would happen. I quickly get clothes from my dresser and rush down stair so I can get my breakfast before the bus comes. I was trying to quickly eat,The bus came right as I took my last bit barely giving me time to make it. I was freezing the whole bus ride because I had forgotten my jacket

First time? No. Last time? Possibly. The rays of July sun pound down, scorching my pale flesh, but I don’t feel it. Fear augments inside me; unsure my limits, I persist. The lake gleamed in the bright mountain sunshine, which would have been warm if not for the breeze, yet all the campers are still full of joy. All except me. I stripp off my towel, revealing my pale, goose-bump ridden skin and a thin black bathing suit. My mom is staring out at the lake, the shining sun hitting her sunscreen smudged

My fingers drummed along the steering wheel as my jeep made its way down the road. Soft country music poured out of the radio, and my head bobbed along with it. I could see my parent’s car trailing behind me when I looked in the rearview mirror. My mom was sitting in the passenger seat, talking with her hands, and my dad acknowledged whatever she said. When I turned, a large lake came into view, the setting Saturday sun reflecting perfectly on the still water. Pine trees with the occasional red and