My perfect fall day would take place on a cool, Saturday evening in October.I would wake up in the morning.Then i would eat some pancake and then i would take a shower,put on some clothes.I would talk to my mom,my grandmother,and my sister and we would laugh,talk.I would check social media and look at pictures and text my friends back.i would ask my mom ¨ Can i go outside¨ i asked,she would said ¨Have you finish your homework¨ she said, ¨yes,now can i go outside¨ i asked,¨yes,but ask your sister if she want to go outside too¨ she said,¨okay¨.Then i go outside and play with my friends,my friend would tell a joke ¨laughs¨.Then i would go back in the house and take a shower.Then i would check my social media, and do my streaks.Then when my sister
I've always liked Fall. I like the falling leaves and warm spice drinks and chilly air and nice sweaters and the generally spooky vibes. Fall is a good time for me. Nothing beats it, not even the summer. The most important part, though, is Halloween. Halloween cotumes, loads of spooky-themed candy, costume parties, scary movies, everthing about it was something I looked forward to all year.
I woke up Tuesday morning excited for the day I was going to spend with my mom. I was sitting at the kitchen table drinking fresh coffee listening to my mom and aunt tease and joke around about how paranoid my mom was about doing well in her classes, my aunt was telling her that maybe now that I was there, she would relax a little bit and have some fun. Our plan was to go to one of mom's classes with her, and then on a tour of UNC and then we were going to go to dinner and a movie.
The day started off like any average day, I took a hot shower, got dressed and got prepared for the day. It wasn’t until I sat down and started eating my bowl full of cheerios with extra sugar, that I realized what was actually happening. Today would be the day I finally bought my first car, after a year of hard work and conservative economic decisions.
Vacations aren't always perfect there is always something that goes wrong. At least in my experiences. A perfect vacation to me is when we are all together as a family,which honestly doesn't happen that much. Having a 20 year old brother an 18 year old in post secondary school can make things complicated. Or having a vacation with no,ILLNESS, which can be very,very hard to do!! And I know I’m not the only one who has experienced this on a vacation!
When I came inside I was so cold that I felt like a ice cube so my mom made me some hot chocolate. The hot chocolate was steaming hot! I had to wait for 8 mins, but it was worth it because it was so tasty and warm. My mom then told me that dinner was done. When I had smelt the delicious dinner mom made, my stomach had roared with hunger and I swear everyone heard it. We had a giant turkey, some mashed potatoes, and mac cheese it was the perfect family dinner, so delicious. When dinner was done, my mom said I had to lay down for school tomorrow so I leaped in my warm, cozy bed and put the covers over me and my mom said “Goodnight.” Man, today just seemed to fly by so quickly with all the excitement I had. As i drifted off to sleep all i could think about was how much fun my day was and I wish every week we had a snow
I pulled into the driveway of my house and parked my car. I grabbed my coat and bag and opened the door. When I got out I instantly began to smell the sweet aroma of the long rose bushes making their way out of our fence and into the world of our driveway. I was so captivated by the fall breeze, and the beautiful smell of fall in the air that I didn't even know that I was to the door. As I snapped back into reality, I looked up and I was standing at my doorway.
Fall Traditions Most individuals here in the south have to endure these hot and humid summer days consisting of over one-hundred degree heat. In this particular weather we can’t do too many outside activities without us sweating profusely. I would sometimes break out in a sweat by just walking in the heat to my car from my air-conditioned apartment. Mother Nature decided to give us a break from the excruciating heat by easing up on everyone with the season of fall.
Sunlight shining through a window would wake me up from under my downy blankets. After a breakfast of bird nests (eggs fried in a hole in a slice toast), I would take a stroll down the Mission Creekwalk and look at the clouds and mountains. I would come back home and play guitar for a while and learn some new songs. Max Isenberg, a great friend of mine, and I would shoot a skit to upload onto YouTube. After filming, we’d come back to my house to eat lunch and edit the footage. Once Max had left, I would take a nap and be awoken by another friend, calling me to play basketball at Gomes. Knowing my friends, we would stop playing after an hour and just sit around talking, which is just fine with me. After my friends had all left, I would go play on the nearby swings, come back home for dinner, and browse Facebook and Lifehacker. After reading in bed, I would turn off the lights and go to sleep.
It was finally fall break. I was visiting my grandma for a few days. Well past dinnertime, I pulled up to the white stately home in northern rural Iowa. I parked my car, unloaded my bag and pillow, and crunched through the leaves to the front porch. The porch was just how I had seen it last; to the right, a small iron table and chairs, along with an old antique brass pole lamp, and on the left, a flowered glider that I have spent many a summer afternoon on, swaying back and forth, just thinking.
Statement of intent: The purpose of this piece of creative writing is to demonstrate the course of events taking place during the day in the wild and the intended audience are those who like fiction, my peers and my teacher. “I was falling, falling into a deep dark ditch. I could hear my mother's voice calling out to me, but all I could see was a hazy image of her. Appearing and disappearing in front of me, like a distant memory trying to say something. Only the language seemed foreign and I kept on falling not knowing the end…”
I had a relatively normal childhood. To the age of nine everything was “normal”. As I grew, I found out I wasn’t normal. In the next few years, I would grow and mature a lot quicker than most children. There were many maturing experiences I went through in the following years.
You will have the radio all the way up playing your favorite country station with all the newest hit songs. The perfect day could be just sitting outside listening to all the cars go by and the sounds of the trees blowing in the wind. The perfect day is writing in your driveway with chalk all day and pretending like the they're actual roads on your driveway. The perfect day will be playing a game with counterfeit chalk roads where there's a fake cop who pulls you over when you are speeding on your bike, or forget to use your hand as the turn signal. The perfect day will be making up dumb games outside because you are bored.
It is a sunny morning. I am home with my stepfather and brothers. The clouds seem perfectly shaped as they swivel in the sky. The birds whistle a tune no morning has heard and the trees dance as the breeze whips. I am stuck indoors, and I am missing what seems to be the perfect day. My brother is leaving to head to basketball camp. My other brother is heading to work. Today was going to be a day with just my stepdad and me. He prepares breakfast for me, and the smell captivates my senses. I stop staring out the window and head to the bathroom and then to the table to eat. This is the perfect day.
The light from the sun reflects off the pure white wall, illuminating the room. The dust floats, undisturbed by the empty house. This is what I see as I launch myself out the door, into the hot summer air, into the sounds of playing children.
It was December 4, 2014 and it was snowing outside. I was sitting at the kitchen table doing homework. All my family was downstairs, so I was all alone. My English teacher told us to write a paper about how I am different from my classmates. I was thinking about what in my life makes me different and slowly my whole life was playing like a movie in my head. The first memory that popped into my head was my fourth birthday party. It was supposed to be the best birthday ever. My dad was going to come. It was February 24, 2002 at my birthday party. There were so many people there, but I was so focused on my dad coming, no one else seemed to matter. My cake was pink and yellow with a bicycle on it. I had a red and blue inflatable that kids were