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I logged about two hours of sleep.
The moment I see the stars beginning to hide from the sun in shyness, their bright light going to shame against the even brighter sun, I am pulling out some clothes to take my last shower for who knows how long.
The warm sunshine gleams on my wall through the openings in the clouds as I close my drawer and stand up straight, walking briskly out of my small confinement and heading towards the bathroom. Daitane is already up, bathed, and making breakfast. How does he always manage to get up earlier than me?
"Mama still sleeping?" I ask politely, gripping my clothes to my chest.
Daitane just nods his head as he stirs the porridge, indicating that last night it still on his mind. I push the bathroom door open
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The porridge is like glue. And not because Daitane isn't a good chef; his porridge is to die for. But the guilt gnawing at my heart also punishes my mouth. Mama notices my unusual silence, but makes no comment on it. Instead, we eat our breakfast in silence, only the sound of nature and the bustle of people outside to be heard.
The morning goes by drearily. As Mama stays in her room to do some work, Daitane and I are sneaking around, silently packing things we might need into backpacks. Neither of us feel like attending school. There's no point anyways.
By the time afternoon has rolled around, Daitane and I have hidden in the bathroom as Mama comes out of her room, grabs her basket and hat, and leaves the house. As she walks out of our range of sight from the window, Daitane and I grab our backpacks and pull our boots on. I place our letter to Mama into the stove. We wrote it at the last minute for her. It reads:
"Do you feel bad doing this?" I ask my brother
"Do you feel bad doing this?" I ask my brother. "Even though it's to help me not - you know - die, I still feel
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He immediately gasps and yanks me into the crowds by my arm, steering me through the people. I stumble along, trying to keep my footing until he comes to an abrupt stop, glancing over his shoulder.
"Who was that?" I breathe, slipping my backpack up onto my shoulders where it had slipped off.
"My teacher," he responds, still searching for the owner of that male voice. "I don't know if he knew for sure that it was me or not."
"Why is he in the market?" I question. It doesn't make sense. He should be up at the farm house teaching. I hope he didn't see us!
"He comes down here before class to grab us water when it is humid," Daitane wipes some sweat off of his forehead. "Come on."
I follow him to the edge of town. Five figures seem to be lounging around on the bridge, and Daitane moves forward with no hesitation to greet them. I hesitate. Our meeting last night had felt cold. Only Breke and Muydurn at least tried to be kind. Wakawi and I have had grudges against each other ever since we were paired for a challenge. It resulted in a tree catching fire.
Poyna seems...okay. She goes with Muydurn, so they must be close. And Zeknan. I got the cold shoulder from him, and I have never even met him in my life. At least, I don't think so - or maybe that memory has faded away.
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The Creature That Opened My Eyes Sympathy, anger, hate, and empathy, these are just a few of the emotions that came over me while getting to know and trying to understand the creature created by victor frankenstein in Mary Shelley’s Frankenstein. For the first time I became completely enthralled in a novel and learned to appreciate literature not only for the great stories they tell but also for the affect it could have on someones life as cliché as that might sound, if that weren’t enough it also gave me a greater appreciation and understanding of the idiom “never judge a book by its cover.” As a pimply faced, insecure, loner, and at most times self absorbed sophomore in high school I was never one to put anytime or focus when it came time
“You don’t know me.” My voice sounded as unsteady as his stance. He shrugged as he chuckled; the laughter turned my blood cold. He seemed to know something I did not.
It is 6:25 in the morning. The outside is still pitch black; there is no hint of sunlight coming through the curtain. It will be hours before sunrise. I can barely see my fingers in front of my face.
Sad that we were forgotten, we were barely hungry anymore. When the kids went up for food, we stayed behind. From across the hall, I could see our relatives having a great time gathering their food. Then, something was blocking my view. When I looked up at the face of the figure, I realized it was my Dad coming this way! Quickly, I looked over to Sam who saw the same thing I did. We waited while he slowly made his way down the hallway. By the time he made it, he knew we saw him. Just before the door frame, he stopped and waved for us to come towards him. On our hurried way out of the room, I glanced over at Maddie. She saw us leave and didn’t seem to care all that much. Although Maddie likes our older cousins, she has much more fun with the younger ones. For some reason kids love Maddie. Instead of caring about what Sam and I were up to, she turned her attention to the children whom loved her attention. When Sam and I arrived at our father, he waited to speak so we could catch our breath. “You guys want to sit with your cousins right?” Without hesitation, we nodded in agreement. “Well I guess you can…” Before he could finish, we sped up the hallway.
Cadyn would stand quietly as he observed the feline. Clearly, since she still seemed so relaxed and focused on the fireplace, she mustn't have been aware of this fox's presence. He listened to her humming over the crackling of the fire. The humming seemed quite pleasant to him, and it must have relaxed him so that he shifted his body weight to a more comfortable position. However, it could not have been anything other than this shifting of his weight which had exposed his presence to the cat. Another possibility was that she was quite attentive so that she was cognizant of his ubiety in the room all along; but, Cadyn promptly dismissed this possibility because of the way she so abruptly stopped her humming.
I reached into the hidden pocket of my robe sleeve and pulls out a couple of tangerines -- from the grove we’d seen a few minutes ago, actually -- peeling part of the skin of one of them with my fingernail so it’ll be easier for Minho, with his bitten-down nails, to peel, and handing it to him.
The next morning I approach my mom before she heads off to work. “Hey mom,” I start ringing my hands together a little as I walk into the kitchen where she’s making a boxed lunch for herself. “Good morning sweetie.” She says to me as she spreads peanut butter on some bread for a sandwich.
He took us to our class. Our English teacher was already gone. He didn’t bother asking our English teacher about all this and said to us, “GO HOME AT ONCE AND NEVER COME BACK.”