Descriptive Essay - Original Writing - 1304 Words

Black Tinkerbell Ms. Ambiguous Olivia! A shout rang through the house. It was a bright morning, the smell of autumn and school in the air as the morning of the first day of school began. Olivia happily sat up in her bed as soon as she heard her mother calling from down stairs. She hadn t slept a wink the night before from complete excitement. Her first day of high school had come and she couldn t wait to get it started. Olivia! The call came again, Get up to get ready for school! Her mother downstairs said as she began making a nice breakfast. With a spring in her step, Olivia walked around her room to start her morning routine. All summer she had looked forward to this day. This is the day that she would redefine herself.†¦show more content†¦Her mother never really approved of her wanting to change herself to get friends but she wanted her daughter to be happy. All summer she dieted, exercised and got new hobbies to make sure she wouldn t be as stale as she was before. After showering, dressing and a light touch of blush, mascara and pale pink lipstick, she came down for breakfast. How do I look? She asked her mother who was putting eggs and bacon into a plate for her. Olivia stood in her school uniform which consisted of a white collared shirt and a khaki skirt that stopped a little above her knees. Something she never thought she d be able to wear. Her hair, after a few hair appointments throughout the summer was now a chocolate-brown with grey highlights and dark brown low-lights, cut to the middle of her back and styled to frame her round face and make her deep brown eyes pop. She was always a short girl but now she wore short heels that gave her a few more centimeters and showed off her legs that all the swimming she did in the summer provided her with. With everything neatly and perfectly placed, she did a small spin around so her mother could answer. You ve always been so beautiful Liv. Her mother, Karla, smiled as she took the plate of food to the table. Now eat up and don t waste your food on you okay? She smiled at the girl as she nodded and began to eat after sitting at her place at the table. 14 already. I m so sad. You re growing up too fast. she said as she got her Descriptive Essay - Original Writing - 1304 Words Uncle Hyunwoo tutted in annoyance when the lead of his pencil snapped while finishing a Sudoku he had started in the morning. He glanced at the clock: 7:38 pm. Hyunjung had told him she was staying another two hours after school, so he expected her to have been back by 6:45 at the latest and it had now been almost more than an hour since then. He was about to give her a phone call to check if she was okay when the front door opened, revealing a blank-looking adolescent. Hyunjung sluggishly took her shoes off and slung her bag off her shoulders. â€Å"Hi uncle.† â€Å"Are you alright? You look like you’ve just seen a ghost.† â€Å"No, no I’m fine. I’m just—um, tired. Yeah, really tired.† Uncle Hyunwoo raised an eyebrow at her then looked back down at†¦show more content†¦He couldn’t make out what she was saying, but he knew something was bothering her, and in an ideal world he would’ve gone in and asked what was wrong; but from the way she was mumbling incoherently to herself and trying to keep it secretive, he knew she wouldn’t want to talk about it. In the end, he slid a note under her door saying her meal for the evening was in the microwave if she wanted it, and left her alone. The screen of her cell phone glowed as fatigue slowly coaxed her into a slumber - she was too tired to check who had messaged her. * * * * * * Taehyung stared at the creased photograph he held in his hand. It was eight years old, and the only photo with his mom in it that he didn’t throw away. The edges around it were faded, much like the memory behind it. He studied the picture for a couple of minutes and tried to remember the day it was took. But no matter how hard he tried, it was now nothing but a meaningless, psychedelic merge. It was a family photo; mom was smiling in the middle cradling a two year old Taewon in her arms, with dad next to her resting a hand on her shoulder. Taehyung chuckled when he looked at his nine year old self with unkempt hair and dark bruises and scratches on his legs from all the trees he climbed and logs he clambered over - he was the only one who wasn’t smiling, a scowl seemed to have been something that stayed with