It was a warm, but breezy Sunday afternoon. The usual day of fall, the leaves were turning; reds, yellows, and oranges flooded the trees (imagery). Leaves danced around the hard concrete pavement (personification), and then lifting off into the air. I was walking to Tyzer’s house, suddenly; a chill ran up my back. Turning around, there was a pearly Tahoe. But, this Tahoe was familiar; I turned around and walked faster. The chill in my spine turned into pierce, throbbing pain; grabbing my back I turned around once again. Stones were being thrown at me, it was Harper and Jaylen. Jaylen drove slowly, right behind me, as Harper chucked rocks in my direction, from the window. Beep, beep (onomatopoeia); Jaylen honked the horn. “Where do you think you are going hot shot?” Jaylen yelled, though the driver window. “Can you just leave me alone? Seriously, everything is getting old. I have never done anything to you guys.” I stopped. “Well, listen here, you were kind of born, that’s the problem.” Jaylen spoke louder, still following me. I could see Tyzer’s house across the street and felt my eyes moisten. “Jordynn, honey, the thing you do not understand is, if you were to die no one, none of your family or friends would care. Oh, wait that’s right she doesn’t have friends, “Jayden and Harper looked at each other and giggled, “except for that Tyzer guy. But, he only hangs out with you because you’re easy.” Harper chuckled as they drove away. Hot tears ran down my face, as I sprinted across the street, to the safety of Tyzer’s welcoming home. Finally getting to his door step I knocked as he answered. Seeing I was emotionally hurt, he wrapped his arms around me tightly. The smell of hot chocolate crept up my nose. As we walked inside, we let go of each other. There stood Tyzer’s Mom in the kitchen, holding two cups of warm, steaming hot chocolate. On the top of one, plopped three big marsh mellows, and in the other there was no trace of any. Linda knew I
It was a warm, but breezy Sunday afternoon. The usual day of fall, the leaves were turning; reds, yellows, and oranges flooded the trees (imagery). Leaves danced around the hard concrete pavement (personification), and then lifting off into the air. I was walking to Tyzer’s house, suddenly; a chill ran up my back. Turning around, there was a pearly Tahoe. But, this Tahoe was familiar; I turned around and walked faster. The chill in my spine turned into pierce, throbbing pain; grabbing my back I turned around once again. Stones were being thrown at me, it was Harper and Jaylen. Jaylen drove slowly, right behind me, as Harper chucked rocks in my direction, from the window. Beep, beep (onomatopoeia); Jaylen honked the horn. “Where do you think you are going hot shot?” Jaylen yelled, though the driver window. “Can you just leave me alone? Seriously, everything is getting old. I have never done anything to you guys.” I stopped. “Well, listen here, you were kind of born, that’s the problem.” Jaylen spoke louder, still following me. I could see Tyzer’s house across the street and felt my eyes moisten. “Jordynn, honey, the thing you do not understand is, if you were to die no one, none of your family or friends would care. Oh, wait that’s right she doesn’t have friends, “Jayden and Harper looked at each other and giggled, “except for that Tyzer guy. But, he only hangs out with you because you’re easy.” Harper chuckled as they drove away. Hot tears ran down my face, as I sprinted across the street, to the safety of Tyzer’s welcoming home. Finally getting to his door step I knocked as he answered. Seeing I was emotionally hurt, he wrapped his arms around me tightly. The smell of hot chocolate crept up my nose. As we walked inside, we let go of each other. There stood Tyzer’s Mom in the kitchen, holding two cups of warm, steaming hot chocolate. On the top of one, plopped three big marsh mellows, and in the other there was no trace of any. Linda knew I