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Descriptive Essay About School

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The room fills with light and my mom’s familiar smile covers my view, as she nudges me awake, I slowly rub my eyes and walk to the mirror to get dressed. I look forward and admire my face, my mother always told me I looked handsome; she especially loved the shape of my eyes, my slanted eyes. “Hurry honey,” my mom invites me downstairs in her loving voice. I rush down, my favourite breakfast awaits; the eggs and toast, albeit simple, were prepared with care, a staple that never failed to satisfy. I quickly finish my morning feast, my mom kisses me goodbye and I head out into the glorious day. Outside, the birds are chirping and the sun is in full bloom, as if to say I'm here and here I will stay, a lie. I continue to walk down the familiar road, my eyes clear, looking around me I decide to make a sharp turn heading down Ne road; a road made the same day I was born. I see my friends, they laugh, eyes planted on their phones. I wave and yell “hello,” they turn around and meet me with loving eyes asking if I want to play a game, I quickly nod yes and pull out my phone; a large grin plastered my face. The school grows larger in my view, and eventually we reach the door. My friends follow me into the classroom, and we sit down in our second grade seats. It had always been like this, at most the only thing that changed was the classroom. The day passes by quickly, school always does. On my way back home I spot a distant face, no more than two metres away. I reach out and

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