Descriptive Essay - Original Writing

When we got into the auditorium it was packed. Me, Bill, and Joe sat neckt to each other than the principal stepped on to the stage.

I walked up to the red line and positioned my left leg behind my right. I coughed as loudly as I could to get everyone’s attention. Slowly, people started to stop talking and stared at me with curiosity. I paced back and forth trying to decide which teacher I was going to pie in the face.

From doing a quick scan around the room, I noticed there were roughly twenty of us in attendance, quite unusual for a huge, auditorium-like classroom. Even stranger was the fact that exactly half of us were male and the other half female. I’m not saying this is the case, but there is a chance we were brought together by design.

She opened the door and heard a sweet voice say, “Scotts Valley Middle School, Valerie speaking, how may I help you?” She was opening her mouth to answer, when again, she heard, “Okay, I am so sorry, what time or day will he make it back to school? Hmmm, okay! Have a nice day!”

One by one students started filling the room, scattering around and in their seats the children began chattering.

As soon as announcements had finished, the bell rang and the students stood up, gathered their things, and shuffled on to their next class.

Without the usual sea of students crowding the halls, the school felt empty and barren. Voices could be heard deeper down the hall, sounds of laughter from both children and adults. Light illuminated the door of the library, we walked down the hallway towards the noise

“I wonder if we can get the noise come around again in Ms. Alcove’s classroom, then we can get back. But, how are we going to do it?”, I said.

There was no one in sight, just an empty corridor filled with nothing but silence. What to do, what to do?? I couldn’t ask a teacher, that would just be embarrassing. Then again was there any other choice?

I looked around the room at all the different sections, seeing the pit and drumline in the back, practically moving like sloths to get their things out of the ‘dungeon’. The trumpets were having a competition to see who could play the highest notes, the trombones were making racecar noises, color guard was standing in the corner of the room gossiping, and the saxophones and mellophones were on their phones. I couldn’t even see half of the flutes, clarinets, and tubas, since they’re probably mostly still in the locker room getting out their instruments.

After we sat down I tried to look around to see what “type” of person was there. It seemed as though there were many students there. Some of them were studying, while others were socializing. I had pictured that it would have a quiet atmosphere like that of a library. On the contrary, it was actually quite noisy around the coffee shop area. As you got farther away from this area though, it tended to become quieter as people settled down into the comfy couches to read. But as for the area that we were in, there seemed to be many conversations going on all at once. As we were sitting there I heard one girl say to another, “May I ask you a personal question.” My ears perked up as I waited for the next part and then she talked quieter and I did not get to hear it. I was so disappointed, because I thought I might have something juicy

I sat in our freezing basement. Goosebumps layered my body and I began to shake. A light lit up the dark room and I listened to the footsteps walking down the steep stairs.

Colors are flashing. Faint sounds fill the air. Everything’s a blur, like it’s being swept up by the wind. I try to find my footing and stand up, but I just fall back down again. I try to grasp onto my last memories, searching for answers. The only memory I find is my name. Shailene Fonder.

Careful not to make a noise, though it wouldn’t matter if I did, I crept over to my victim sprawled across the floor. One, two, three. I pounded a nail into my target’s head. The satisfying crack of the skull filled the room. Around me, a pool of blood began to form. Trapping, encasing, stopping me from moving. The thick liquid moved with a purpose, though I doubt it knew what that was. Slowly, then all at once, the color drained from his face, like watching the credits of a movie fade into the screen. Gone. Until next time, but, unlike a movie, he didn’t have a next time. Sirens wailed in the distance. They’d be here soon, but it didn’t matter. They were always a couple seconds behind me and that’s all the time I needed to escape.

It was to late before I heard the sirens. I heard cars pull into the drive way into our new tent. I took a quick peek out the window. The immigration police were here! I ushered my family out the back door but it was to late. I showed them my ID and he moved to Rorra, whom didn 't have one. He directed her to the car but Mama stepped in front of him holden hew brass pan. "Move aside woman". the officer said gruffly. "No! You can 't take our children! Quick run to Chihiro"! She was a fellow farmer from Japan whom we 'd helped in the past. Rorro just stood there and quivered. The officer raised his gun and pulled the trigger. Mama 's eyes widened in surprise and she staggered backwards and hit the ground with a thud. The