Caribbean Descriptive Writing

An occasion I was envious

Striking weak rays caressed my skin as I egotistically strode through the wealthy district. My chestnut brown ringlets undulated before crashing down on the fleecy stitches of my sweater. Negligently I propelled the inky wrought iron gate; chattering gravel pricked at my ears simultaneously I trudged along the narrow ribbon of nonconsolidated rock segments which followed across the avocado smudge, habitat to heavenly sugar pink roses.

One exquisite rose in particular, she stands boastful a precious distinctive ruby blood drop, but her irresistible beauty was deceiving, as she possesses a fortress of noxious thorns as sharp as the finest blades.

Forcefully I entered through the colossal white door, hostile I bawled out “Mom I’m home!”
Shifting through the hallway awaiting a reply, my boots thundered against the glossy wood below.

Then weakly murmured with dismay “We will be leaving to go on vacation in the Caribbean for 2 months, we have grown more and despondent because of your diabolic and wretched behaviour, so we’ll be leaving without you tomorrow. You shall stay home and think about the consequences you have driven upon yourself.”

I plastered my eyes to the floor in an endeavour to hide the envy slapped across my face; the fiendish attitudes of my foster parents flittered through my now demonically corrupted mind, my fist clenched gently as my knuckles faded milky white.

I was perched at the top of the stairs, looking down at the rippled sapphire stained scarf sprawled out like a sea of waves. My guilty conscience tore through my moral sense as felonious memories flashed through my mind. “JUST TAKE THE CARD OUT OF THE PURSE.”
Do they know I took mom’s credit card? Is that why they’re going on vacation without me? Question after question lay in the back of my mind unanswered; I yearned for sadistic venom to cascade through my bare blue veins, but to bleed out the