Descriptive Essay- Butterfly Necklace

Glimmering turquoise pool, young kids with their bright new swimming suits jumping off the edge. Who doesn’t love summer? All of you friends are there. New suits, tanning oil, and sunscreen, ahhh… the smell of sunscreen. But for me, this summer was different.

         It was a bright sunny June day at the pool. Small town with a lot of kids at the pool. Haley had told me in the rainy days of April she was moving in June. The move came like it was a track race. We were jumping into what felt like cold water due to the heat. Eventually, her mom came to pick us up to go and help pack their belongings that would be sent to Sioux Falls the next day. We had finally arrived to the what now seemed like a desolate grey house, where when we were younger, we imagined it was a castle. There was nothing left in the small house after everything had been shoved and jammed into the cardboard boxes.  After the packing was done and everything was in various sizes of boxes, time was ticking for our last couple of hours together.

         We walked to the colorful Kiddie Park and went on every ride possible. There she gave me a beautiful butterfly necklace with the word “friend” embedded into its silver lining. She had the “best” to it. With the rosy pink and the soft blue glistening stones, it made it look like it wanted to break free from the chain and fly away to the golden sunshine. It looked like it was sad, but I knew that it was for me, made for me I guess. We gloomily walked back past the sweet flowers filled with nectar for the buzzing bees.

         At her house, we decided to make one last lap around her house in a slow pace. My mom came to pick me up and that was it. Goodbye to my first best friend and hello to a new life. No, that’s not it. More like goodbye to my first best friend. I will miss you so much. I looked at the necklace and it looked back at me as if meaning to whisper ever so sweetly in my ear, “You will be fine. I am here for you.”        

Tears trickled down my face, leaving salty wet trails down my cheeks. I had lost her and she will never come back. Friends are like bees and they can sometimes be like sparkling butterflies. They will come back if they wish, but sometimes they can’t because of the intriguing flowers that are holding them captive there. The butterfly had flown to a new beginning in the roses and wasn’t coming back.

My Lunchroom

           At our school, most of the student's favorite place is the lunchroom. In the small lunchroom, the smells of "homemade food" is overwhelming, and not in a good way. We rush to the spots on the small wooden tables and we generally crunch 7-8 people on a bench. The girls sit at one table and gossip and the boys sit at another and talk about who knows what. There are colorful vending machines, nice-ish lunch ladies, and many students from all of the grades. Most of the time, all you hear is laughing and talking, and the lunch ladies usually yelling at someone. "NO running in the lunchroom," is the most common phrase from them. You can sit down a granite-plastic table that it smooth as silk and the chairs that feel like sandpaper when you sit down. There are also many trash cans in the corner. The lunchroom is a fun place to be, most of the time.

The Amazing Thing

One Amazing Thing That Happened Over Break

The one thing that I liked or that I did over Christmas break was I hung out at Emily’s house for New Year’s Eve. This was the best celebration yet. It was 10:00 and we were blowing up what was supposed to be 40 bright colored balloons but turned out to be 30. Soon, time was ticking faster than ever and it was 11:58. We put on our favorite song, and stood under our balloon filled tarp. At 12:00, we grabbed the tarp and yanked and right then and there, it was like a balloon catastrophe. I was as happy as a kitten with a ball of yarn. After all of that fun, we decided it was time to go to sleep. 1 o’clock, 2 o’clock, and finally at 3:30 am, we were out and sleeping like children. New Year’s Eve is always fun if you are with your friends.    

Invisibility Potion of REVENGE

“Should we do it?” I asked.  “Yes! We can finally get back at the jerk that broke BOTH of our hearts. Deal?” She finally concluded and I got an evil grin and ended with a mocking “Deal.” The next day we got the blue gurgling potion and each took a large gulp, which was only meant to be a sip.

All of the sudden BOOM! You can’t see us anymore. We had spent the night together and decided to go to school extra early the next morning.  Then, he arrived. Our games had begun and he was struck by how sneaky we were. 

Emily and I trotted down the long halls and knocked everything over. We were in history, in the class that we were all in. Including the IT, we can’t say his name. His computer was miraculously pushed on the ground making a crack and all of they keys were misplaced. Oops, my bad. NOT.

In fourth period, his book was accidentally thrown at the teacher. Detention…and payback. With his face red and his eyes glowing blue from the tears at his eye line, he was embarrassed. Sadly, the potion wore off at lunch and we had to rush to the bathroom and we kind of just showed up out of nowhere.

 IT was scared, and embarrassed, kind of the way we felt when IT killed our pink, beating hearts with his icy cold “thing” that is so called a heart.  

First and Last Lines Poem

Before I go

I shall live

The life

I have always dreamed

Before I go,

I will see

The world thrive

Along with many disasters

Before I go,

I will love one

Get broken

And love another

Before I go

I should hope

That my friend after a loss

Will grow again

Name Poem

Allison

A strong

Young girl

Who has yet to show her worth

Courage

A name

In which

I have possessed over the years for my great achievements

Quiet

The one

With not a lot to say on the outside

But on the inside

Secretive

Many stories

To tell

But no one to tell them to

Love

Loving in the heart

With nothing but sympathy

For the underprivileged

Scared

Scared to show the world

Like a child

In a tornado

Perfect

Maybe in school

Not on the outside

But on the inside

Bold

Finally spoken

My stories have been told

And I shall live with them forever

This is Just to Say

I have shot

You with a

Sharp arrow

In the leg

Your were probably

Going to run

Like a cheetah on

That in track

Forgive me

For you

Decided to

Say no