Wanna Read My Creative Writing Assignment? Sure you do!
Here you go! I still have to do a little revising on it still. I just want some feedback on it before I turn it in tomarrow. I'm not THAT proud of it yet. I'm not much of a detailer. lol
Hope you like it!!
I stood in front of the mirror, studying the details of my own face. I then looked over at the mirror beside the one I was perching in front of, and I see my friend, also making the last adjustments to her hair. She ran her long, limber fingers through the back of her bleach blonde hair, grazing over the small streaks of purple. The way her hair was pinned up above her normal height of an everyday ponytail was absolutely beautiful, complete with plastic chopsticks and dangling curls. The side of her face was half shown, half hiding with the cheek-length bangs covering her left eye. The highlights of the multicolors beamed in the florescent bathroom light.
This was the night she had dressed up for; the night she had decided to go out and have fun, instead of sitting in her room, and thinking of depressed feelings gathering up inside. Tonight was the Valentine’s Day dance.
I scanned my eyes over her pale face. I saw the amazing perfection she had made with her make up. Her blue eyes were outlined with jet-black eyeliner, caked on so dark it made her face illuminate in the bright light. Her cheeks were blushed with light pink and dark brown, mixed together so it made her look a bit tanner. A shiny, sparkly gloss was glistening over the plum color on her thin lips.
I made my eyes depart from her wonderful job on her use of cosmetics, and let them wander down further, admiring the black halter top dress that was clothed on her skinny figure. The blackness of the fabric was detailed with skulls and cross bones, in all rainbow colors. I knew that she had picked out this dress months ago, dreaming of finally slipping it on for this night.
On her feet she wore her brand spanking new Chuck Taylor All Star Converse hi-tops. I had remembered her calling me on the phone the previous night, so excited about her new purchase of black shoes.
I watched her rub her hands down her waist, smoothing out the wrinkles of her dress. I looked at her face, and I saw her eyes, icy blue on the outside, but I knew on the inside she was hurt, depressed and melancholy. She was a dejected teenager, a misfit, and a bit emo, but she is best friend. I looked down her body on more time, and I couldn’t help to think that as I saw her flat stomach that she was sucking it in so hard she couldn’t breathe.
My friend, whose name I won’t ever tell, is an amazing person. She just doesn’t see it yet. She sees herself in her mirror everyday, and I predicted that she sees everything that she doesn’t want to be. But I also see a girl who could care less about what people think about her, so she lives her life the way she wants to. She is a rebel. And she is my punk rock sister.
Normally, on a night like this, we’d either be hanging out, talking about how it would be like to become famous and how it would be our dreams to become what we want to be- her, an internationally known musician, and me, the number one Best Selling Author of the known world. Or most of the time, we’d be laying around on my bedroom floor, staring at my over giant Green Day posters and listening to Green Day, taking in the words of the songs, touching our souls individually.
Sometimes I’d show her my latest addition to my ‘so-called novel’, and she’d play her new song that she’d write the day before. Her lyrics are so heart felt, that once in a while I’d see a small tear flee from her eye as she sang the chorus and ran her left hand down the frets of her guitar.
She saw me staring at her through the corner of her eye. I hadn’t noticed, since I was too consumed with thinking of how she looked so beautiful and how her depressed state was not visible that night.
“What are you staring at?” she asked me, almost laughing.
“Nothing…Just… You look beautiful.” I smiled.
“Well, c’mon!” she grabbed my wrist and pulled me to the door to go outside of the bathroom. “Let’s dance!”
Hope you like it!!
I stood in front of the mirror, studying the details of my own face. I then looked over at the mirror beside the one I was perching in front of, and I see my friend, also making the last adjustments to her hair. She ran her long, limber fingers through the back of her bleach blonde hair, grazing over the small streaks of purple. The way her hair was pinned up above her normal height of an everyday ponytail was absolutely beautiful, complete with plastic chopsticks and dangling curls. The side of her face was half shown, half hiding with the cheek-length bangs covering her left eye. The highlights of the multicolors beamed in the florescent bathroom light.
This was the night she had dressed up for; the night she had decided to go out and have fun, instead of sitting in her room, and thinking of depressed feelings gathering up inside. Tonight was the Valentine’s Day dance.
I scanned my eyes over her pale face. I saw the amazing perfection she had made with her make up. Her blue eyes were outlined with jet-black eyeliner, caked on so dark it made her face illuminate in the bright light. Her cheeks were blushed with light pink and dark brown, mixed together so it made her look a bit tanner. A shiny, sparkly gloss was glistening over the plum color on her thin lips.
I made my eyes depart from her wonderful job on her use of cosmetics, and let them wander down further, admiring the black halter top dress that was clothed on her skinny figure. The blackness of the fabric was detailed with skulls and cross bones, in all rainbow colors. I knew that she had picked out this dress months ago, dreaming of finally slipping it on for this night.
On her feet she wore her brand spanking new Chuck Taylor All Star Converse hi-tops. I had remembered her calling me on the phone the previous night, so excited about her new purchase of black shoes.
I watched her rub her hands down her waist, smoothing out the wrinkles of her dress. I looked at her face, and I saw her eyes, icy blue on the outside, but I knew on the inside she was hurt, depressed and melancholy. She was a dejected teenager, a misfit, and a bit emo, but she is best friend. I looked down her body on more time, and I couldn’t help to think that as I saw her flat stomach that she was sucking it in so hard she couldn’t breathe.
My friend, whose name I won’t ever tell, is an amazing person. She just doesn’t see it yet. She sees herself in her mirror everyday, and I predicted that she sees everything that she doesn’t want to be. But I also see a girl who could care less about what people think about her, so she lives her life the way she wants to. She is a rebel. And she is my punk rock sister.
Normally, on a night like this, we’d either be hanging out, talking about how it would be like to become famous and how it would be our dreams to become what we want to be- her, an internationally known musician, and me, the number one Best Selling Author of the known world. Or most of the time, we’d be laying around on my bedroom floor, staring at my over giant Green Day posters and listening to Green Day, taking in the words of the songs, touching our souls individually.
Sometimes I’d show her my latest addition to my ‘so-called novel’, and she’d play her new song that she’d write the day before. Her lyrics are so heart felt, that once in a while I’d see a small tear flee from her eye as she sang the chorus and ran her left hand down the frets of her guitar.
She saw me staring at her through the corner of her eye. I hadn’t noticed, since I was too consumed with thinking of how she looked so beautiful and how her depressed state was not visible that night.
“What are you staring at?” she asked me, almost laughing.
“Nothing…Just… You look beautiful.” I smiled.
“Well, c’mon!” she grabbed my wrist and pulled me to the door to go outside of the bathroom. “Let’s dance!”
You're an amazing writer. I wasn't planning to read the whole things but the beginnig caught me until the end.
adrea, March 2nd, 2007 at 08:12:00am
That's ace!
TO BE DELETED, January 29th, 2007 at 12:02:24pm