witty gals and guys i need
yur help!?! is this good enough for a strict english teacher
who doesnt know the difference between narritive and
descriptive ?
Have you ever had that one special day that you want to bring back
to life? Well even though my day was emotional, I would repeat this
day for the rest of my life. My special day is Christmas
Eve.
“When you cried, I wiped away all of your tears” were
the soft delicate words that evanescence spoke in a low croon
through the small black speakers on my iPod dock radio. These were
the most meaningful words. They described what my family meant to
me and how important they are. These soft delicate words are what
awoke me from a deep sleep as snug as a bug in my fuzzy, warm,
white blankets. It was oddly late for me to just be waking up. As I
slid my shaking pale fingers across the smooth buttons on the
radio, I found the black power button to shut of the now blaring
radio. As I pressed the button, the music shut off in an instant
and a small click that sounded like a distant popping balloon was
heard. I finally opened my sleepy shut eyes and all they could see
were the bright, yellow and orange rays of the sun coming up
through my blinds illuminating up my room in many colors. There
were stripes and rectangles, big and small, and all around my blue
and brown polka dot room. I sat up and yawned so big that my mouth
looked like it had stretched all the way around the world and back
in 10 small seconds.
I looked over through my open doorway down the dark mysterious hall
till my steady eyes caught up with the light in the kitchen
ceiling. After my eyes had awoken to the light, my nose could smell
everything. Hot, smoking, yellow, scrambled eggs. Crispy, greasy
bacon and the smell of pancake batter lingered in the soft air as
well. This is what everyone’s Christmas Eve morning should
smell like! The pounding noise from my siblings running around like
a wild man awoke my ears up, to no surprise. It almost
sounded as if a zoo had gone wild! Slowly pulling the covers off of
my body, I shivered and my teeth chattered quietly for a split
second. The rapidly spinning fan across from me had given my arms
and legs the goose bumps! Hopping out of my soft cushioned bed
wasn’t so bad until my wobbly legs hit the ice cold, hard
floor. Jianna, my little sister, came bouncing in like an elegant
baby kangaroo yet attacked my like a lion after its prey! I pulled
up her straggly hair into a messy bun and then fixed mine as well.
We were stretching out our limp bodies to fully awaken them when
she yawned so loud! I don’t think I had ever seen a six year
old yawn that much before! I gulped a bottle of water so I could
get that morning after taste out of my mouth before breakfast
started. My mom called us in for dinner and we went trotting down
the long dark hallway hand in hand until we reached the
kitchen.