Descriptive Essay

At 6:45 a.m. the miniature alarm clock began blaring its usual wake-up call, but was drowned by the even louder snoring coming from the 11 year old child. His older sister shook him awake, while she yelled, "Get up!" He replied by groaning and rolling over to the unslept part of his bed. As he blinked, his slanted, hazel eyes began to water. He lazily dragged his oversized body out of bed to begin preparing himself for school.

He carried himself across the dimly lit hall towards the bathroom. As he flicked on the light switch, he first noticed his enormous cowlick on the side of his head. He rapidly pressed down on his dirty blonde and wavy hair trying to get it back into place. As he stood in front of the mirror staring back a his own reflection, he grabbed his toothbrush and began to a white and sparkling perfection.

His name was Sam, and he could not care less of his appearance, as he reached for his tattered skater shoes. It was as if an elephant had trampled on them and they had somehow survived. As he pulled on his loose-fitting black T-Shirt and torn up jeans, he began mumbling a few words of prayer. His appearance might have done a good job of concealing it, but he was an extremely religious boy for his age.

A simple glance at the clock and he began to quicken his pace. The clock read 7:20 and anytime soon his elder sister, Erika, would began yelling for everyone to start leaving. He pulled on his black JanSport backpack, heavy with all of the new books, and heaved himself out of the door; right after picking up a glass of milk.

Just a few moments later, as Sam expected, Erika began to yell, "Its time to go!" By that time he had finished his breakfast, and wished he had a bowl of cereal instead. Erika then came out with her mother on her heels, running behind her.

They entered the white' 92 Cadillac at 7:30 a.m. Sam began to hope the school would be closed down for some strange and odd reason, but he knew it would not happen. Nothing ever happened his way; that was how he saw things.

He took a step back, gently closed the door, and took a few deep breaths. He slowly turned around to face his school, the same school he had been attending for three years, because he attended the seventh grade now. "No longer a little boy", as his family put it. A few paces forward and he passed the gate into his school. Once inside, he felt trapped, and already began to dread