Drops of Blood

548 Words2 Pages
bulb-icon

Recommended: Introduction to study habits

*Alarm blares at a high frequency* I pressed the snooze button, and groaned. 7:15,the clock reads. I quickly changed into a red polo and nice clean blue jeans. I thought it was clean. Staggering down stairs, pancake smell leaked out of the kitchen. It wasn't your "everyday, so-so" pancake smell. It reeked. So the only person I thought of was cooking was my dad. And there he was. Sitting on a chair, wearing loafers and blue robe, eating his so -called pancakes. "Hi, Son." my dad said. "Hi, dad." I mumbled. "Well, hurry up for school." my dad said. "You don't want to get detention again, don't you?" my sister added. I glared and began to eat my breakfast. Rough burnt bits but not as awful as his usual cooking. Yeah, his cooking is not that great. I brushed my teeth, got my bag, and prepared for the school day. Ok,ok. I really wasn't prepared for the school day. I actually ran and sneaked around the back of the house. At the back of my house I went near the sparse vegetation and began to swipe it away. The vegetation made my clothes all besmirched with dirt and made me really ...

Show More
Related

  • the legend of hangman's gorge

    1205 Words  | 3 Pages

    Thomas stared down at his stomach. It roared as loud as a lion, after three days of unsuccessful hunting. He wasn’t sure if it was due to the smell of eggs and bacon drifting up to his nostrils from the kitchen, or the thought of the mouthwatering caramel apples and hot apple dumplings that would be sold at the festival. Regardless, he was hungry, and knew that he would be the first one at the kitchen table when h...

    Read More

  • Character Addison In 'Ballmain Orphanage For Girls'

    739 Words  | 2 Pages

    “The house is settling,” my Italian carer would say as the lights dimmed and glowed in her ghostly presence… but this wasn’t all the house did. I slept in my room. Well, not really slept. Sleep was never something I did much of, especially early on. My worries at seven pm far outweighed my need for sleep. Awake. Forever awake. My father had left me. My mother…

    Read More

  • A Lesson In Procrastination

    1416 Words  | 3 Pages

    11:14 p.m.-I slowly ascend from my small wooden chair, and throw another blank sheet of paper on the already covered desk as I make my way to the door. Almost instantaneously I feel wiped of all energy and for a brief second that small bed, which I often complain of, looks homey and very welcoming. I shrug off the tiredness and sluggishly drag my feet behind me those few brief steps. Eyes blurry from weariness, I focus on a now bare area of my door which had previously been covered by a picture of something that was once funny or memorable, but now I can't seem to remember what it was. Either way, it's gone now and with pathetic intentions of finishing my homework I go to close the door. I take a peek down the hall just to assure myself one final time that there is nothing I would rather be doing and when there is nothing worth investigating, aside from a few laughs a couple rooms down, I continue to shut the door.

    Read More

  • Of Mice And Men Dramatic Monologue

    741 Words  | 2 Pages

    Everyone had woken up. I hopped out of my bed and approached the pile of my neatly folded clothes on an ancient wooden chair and picked them up. I put on my filthy white washed top; pulled up my compacted jeans; reached out to my red pointed hat and greasy brown boots and strolled down the

    Read More

  • Chang Rae Lee's Coming Home to Food All Over Again

    1444 Words  | 3 Pages

    Food has been a great part of how he has grown up. He was always interested in how food was prepared. He wanted to learn, even if his mother didn’t want him to be there. “I would enter the kitchen quietly and stand behind her, my chin lodging upon the point of the hip. Peering through...

    Read More

  • short narrative essay (avalanche)

    1283 Words  | 3 Pages

    ...of chili and three spaghetti-o’s. After he had finished eating he decided that he had better get some rest, he went to bed in the small cot he found in the corner. He slept well in the warmth of the cabin, but awoke to the sound of a gasoline engine. Startled he looked around and saw a woman rekindling the fire. She saw him looking at her and told him he was ok, and that when he was ready her husband would take him back to town. She had already made coffee and some pancakes, and told him he was more than welcome to have some.

    Read More

  • Personal Narrative: The Demonic Road

    1062 Words  | 3 Pages

    The third blaring buzz of my alarm woke me as I groggily slid out of bed to the shower. It was the start of another routine morning, or so I thought. I

    Read More

  • Personal Narrative: Car Accident

    983 Words  | 2 Pages

    The third maddening buzz of my alarm woke me as I groggily slid out of bed to the shower. It was the start of another routine morning, or so I thought. I took a shower, quarreled with my sister over which clothes she should wear for that day and finished getting myself ready. All of this took a little longer than usual, not a surprise, so we were running late. We hopped into the interior of my sleek, white Thunderbird and made our way to school.

    Read More

  • Haunted

    889 Words  | 2 Pages

    get sick so I decided to run into an old abandoned house for cover. No one

    Read More

  • My House Was Destroyed by Fire

    876 Words  | 2 Pages

    ness. Nevertheless, it was easily the warmest place in the house and all household activities were being conducted there that day. My dad was trying to conquer a video game with little success, and my brother and I toiled with our homework achieving an equal lack of accomplishment. The culprit of our distraction was undoubtedly the pot roast that waited upstairs for us, taunting our empty stomachs with its heavy smell which floated over the moldy air of the basement like oil on water. The aroma must have reminded my mother to afford the roast a checkup, for she had abandoned the laundry and was ascending the stairs.

    Read More

  • Waking Up in a Hospital Room: A Short Story

    929 Words  | 2 Pages

    I woke up to the pungent smell of hospital disinfect, invading my nostrils. The room was silent apart from my heavy breathing and the beep beep sound you often hear in hospitals that indicates you're alive. I slowly opened my eyes, squinting in attempt to sharpen the blurred images before me. I glanced around and took in the deserted, blue and white colour schemed hospital bedroom. How long have I been here? I shut my eyes, trying to remember what had exactly happened. Then it all hits me with a bang. The memory of it all starts to occupy my thoughts.

    Read More

  • Descriptive Essay Example: The Oak Tree

    384 Words  | 1 Pages

    Looking back, I remember running through the long lush grass pretending we were at battle andtrying to take cover. I would always find myself behind the old oak tree in our back yard. This was my favorite spot. The thick trunk, like a bodyguard, protected me from the imaginary bullets that flew towards my body. I would lean against the hard bark and for some reason it was comforting to have something sturdy to lean on. It was dark brown, and every now and then a spider would nestle between the pieces of bark. Sometimes I would touch the tree to peek around the corner and my fingers would be sticky. I could never quite figure out why that was, but, nevertheless, I had the hardest time getting it off, a constant reminder of my tree.

    Read More

  • Personal Narrative Essay: My First Day Of High School

    711 Words  | 2 Pages

    I exited the shower shivering, the sizzling smell of mouthwatering eggs and bacon hit me. My stomach was growling to eat. I quickly ran to the kitchen and grabbed a plate and told my mom “Thank you” as I kissed her on the cheek. “You’re welcome baby” she replies as she poured me a cup of freshly squeezed orange juice. I ate as fast as I could because I didn’t want to risk being late. I go in my room and put on my socks,

    Read More

  • Grandpa’s Illness

    1432 Words  | 3 Pages

    As usual I woke up to the sound of my father pounding on my bedroom door, hollering, “Get up! Get on your feet! You’re burning daylight!” I met my brother in the hallway, and we took our time making it down the stairs, still waking up from last night’s sleep. As we made our way to the kitchen, I thought about what to have for breakfast: fried eggs, pancakes, an omelet, or maybe just some cereal. I started to get hungry. As usual, mom and dad were waiting in the kitchen. Mom was ready to cook whatever we could all agree on, and dad was sitting at the table watching the news. The conversation went as usual, “Good morning.” “How are you today?”

    Read More

  • Personal Narrative Essay: A Typical Sunday Day At My House

    1022 Words  | 3 Pages

    I 'd be totally fine doing this if I actually woke up by myself. With enough force, I push back the quilt and lug myself out of bed. My feet make contact with the cold tile floor and I march toward the small bathroom. The sound of Elvis Crespo’s voice and the vacuum blare from the living room make up a classic Hispanic home setting. Typical during the weekends. I pushed past the door, flipped on the shower, and the cold water greeted my skin. Great. My mother always hogged the hot water to wash the sheets. I let out a deep sigh and faced the low-pressure cold water. On a dime, it changes to high pressure and feels like Satan’s hugging my back once the washing machine shuts off for a spin cycle. I washed my hair, scrubbed my arms and face, quickly toweled off, and

    Read More

More about Drops of Blood

Open Document