Descriptive Essay On A Girl

In The book Story Of a Girl by Sara Zarr the word of the wiser was when deanna wanted stacey to have her money and she stated, “here, take my money for you guys that I made.” which she worked all summer for because she thought she was going to move out with them. Stacey and darren moved out with april and left deanna home which was not deanna's plan. Deanna normally would not have given the money especially because it wasn't going to her own good because she wasn't even moving with them. Deanna also said in the beginning of the book when Lee said she wanted to go on a huge shopping spree at the end of the summer with all the money deanna made at work, Deanna said, “No, i'm not spending my money on that crap. I'm moving out with darren and

Chirp Chirp the birds are chirping and, Pre is walking home alone from school to her granny’s house since her mom and dad are on a cruise ship to Hawaii. When all of a sudden she heard a baby crying, “waa waa” at 3:00 P.M. In Los Angeles, Beverly Hills California, when she looked back she didn’t see anyone. At that point she was swollen because someone had kidnapped her and hit her with something that felt like a bat. Though she didn’t see anyone who hit her so it wasn’t a person. It was a ghost!! Thun dun thun dun!!!

Traveling is one of my family’s favorite things to do. The family has visited numerous places throughout the United States, however, none are as memorable as Atlanta, Georgia. In Atlanta, there are many places to go and sights to see such as: Cola-cola factory, Cabbage Patch Kids Factory, Under Ground Mall, the Zoo, Atlanta Braves Stadium, Six Flags Over Georgia, Stone Mountain Park, and the Atlanta Aquarium, are all in or near the city of Atlanta. The three that we visit on every trip to Atlanta are Six Flags, Stone Mountain, and the Atlanta Aquarium.

On a very warm, patriotic day. The sun on a sandy beach beats down on the hot sand, the cold blue waves crash the shores of Alpena Michigan. A very energetic, outgoing girl runs across the hot, sandy, dry beach. On the warm humid morning at 8:30 in the morning i begin to build a sandcastle on the hot sandy beach while cherokee is in the cold crystal blue water. After that we begin to go to the beach to have a barbecue with my family after we had the barbeque we began to play football and that when my cousin zak said i would be an amazing couture back after the barbecue me and cherokee began to walk all alone at night my freezing our red, white, & blue off. While we begin to walk we hear loud booming coming from the sky as the colors fall out of the sky. We begin to walk even more and we hear a big crack coming from the sky like the fire crackers being hit up against the ground.

I looked out the small, glass window of the car. It was July of 2015, and I was about eleven years old. My family and I were in Minnesota, and on our way to Itasca State park. This is where the beginning of the Mississippi is located.On our way there, I saw big, green trees. The sky was a baby blue, and the clouds were big, white , and fluffy as cotton balls. The bright, yellow sun was shining through the fluffy clouds. Finally! The car stopped. And I asked, “Are we here?” The driver responded by saying, “Yes we are.” I started to smile. I flung the door open, and hopped out of the car.

More than many other types of essays, descriptive essays strive to create a deeply involved and vivid experience for the reader. Great descriptive essays achieve this affect not through facts and statistics but by using detailed observations and descriptions.

Getting home, I paced in a circle of obvious cold-feet, more nervous about this than anything else I’ve done. “Are you okay?” my mom asked, giving a confused look. “Well, physically I am, however mentally, and emotionally I’m exasperated. I’m so nervous I don’t know what to say or do, it’s irritating!” I said, throwing my hands up in frustration. She said with a distraught tone, “What could possibly have you in such a hectic mood?” I realized something, that not once did I ever mention Eva, let alone the fact she has invaded my mind all week. “Um, well, there’s this girl--.” “What!?” she said with a gigantic grin on her face. “How come I haven’t heard anything about this?” she added, putting her hands on her hips to display her antagonized

The sweet girl rests in her bed. Her head pressed against the dark mahogany headboard. Her sister watches her from her own bed, not wanting to move too much. The day before was full with a five o’clock rise, work, and the slumber that started around ten o’clock.

The sun was shining through the sheer, transparent curtains in our condo room. I could hear a quiet murmur coming from the porch, knowing people had been up since six, drinking coffee and chatting. I got up and carefully folded the blanket I had been sleeping with. I walked into the kitchen. My aunt and my mom were sitting at the island, which took up the majority of the spacious kitchen. They each had a loaf of bread and were making turkey and ham sandwiches. I said hello and grabbed one of the pancakes in the middle of the island and tore a piece off and walked to my room. I knew were going out on the lake and grabbed a swim suit.

Of the shorts screened this semester, there were specific films outlied themselves for their strong female narrations and themes. Whether we are observing the Somali traditions in ‘Godka Cirka’ or follow the hopes and dreams of a working-class teen in ‘About a Girl’, films with these kinds of subjects are different from the norms of traditionally portrayed narratives. Like in literature, the characteristics of subversion are defined by their ability not to portray one side of a particular subject or character. Collectively, filmmaking is dominated by The Male Gaze, which emphasizes the male perspective on female narrative. Although some stories are intended to be told through a male character, the concept of The Male Gaze is consists of more

One day a girl, Marissa, who was sixteen years old, came home from school in a very bad mood. She had a fight with her best friend that day and it had not turned out well at all. Marissa’s best friend Emma, kissed Marissa's boyfriend Luke at lunch. They were sitting at the lunch table together, Marissa got up to get a fork for her salad, while she left Emma went in and kissed Luke. Like there was nothing wrong with kissing her best friend’s boyfriend. When Marissa got back, she noticed it was a little awkward, so she asked her friend Kayla when lunch was over.

Everyday I swam laps around a pond and did anything I could to seem cool as long as I was in her view. Sheila Mant that is she is the most beautiful girl ever she is in a big family she is the middle daughter she is older than me. I am only fourteen and she is seventeen but I have had such a big crush on her for a long time. It was a great day and I was watching stalking shelia from the forest and she was playing baseball. I yelled something as I left the forest as i started towards her, I approached Sheila on a summer afternoon and asked her if she had a date to the dance. She said no so I asked if she wanted to go with me. She thought for a minute and said sure. I said I would pick her up later in canoe.

It is mine. The golden sun that shines and kisses the tops of my shoulders. The wisps of white clouds traveling within a baby blue sky. The gentle breeze that coils itself around my arms providing relief from the warming sun. The sapphire sea and its serene waves rolling gently out to shore onto the finely grained sand. It is all mine.

My cousin, Richard, was such an inspiration to my two brothers and me. I looked up to him for everything. He was an amazing athlete who would never give up on or off the baseball field. I never knew how fast something could be taken away until January 12. I thought the world was just simply punishing me, but then I realized that I couldn’t control what happened even if I wanted to.

Angela Griffith, a proud neuroscience specialty registered nurse was a person that I fondly admired. This person whom I aspired to be was my mother. Waking up to her returning home from a long twelve-hour night shift to share some details of the night she endured were a few of my earliest memories that I treasure to this day. In hindsight in my adult years I ponder over whether it was my youthful childhood imagination that was so fascinated and intrigued by these stories that my mom shared of her intense, at times grueling profession or if it was an early sign of my peaked interest and curiosity of the health care industry. It would be easy to state I fell directly into my mother’s footsteps, however it is the contrary. A series of events