Descriptive Essay - Original Writing - 1743 Words

The smell of freshly cut grass enveloped my nose as I enduringly waited for Nicholas outside of the apartment building, at the same time struggling to hamper down the brim of my attire. I felt all raged up right after I piled out of bed today considering that Abby offered me to wear a skimpy rose-colored dress and decided to embellish my face by putting minimal makeup. To be frank; I only suit up mostly jeans and a plain shirt since I like to be complacent with what I m wearing – and what I m dressed in right now is not appropriate for this windy day. Latterly, I hear a honk and I instantly redirect my immersion on a sterling colored convertible. By slowly scrunching up my eyes, I catch a glimpse of Nicholas approaching noticed†¦show more content†¦The fleeting rapidness of the vehicle prompted my body to hold on for dear life as it tensed exceedingly. Um, I gulp. You might want to slow down; you re driving too fast. Oh am I now? He says amusingly. I like to go hasty. Excuse me? Don t pretend as if you didn t hear me, Madison. Fuck you. Fuck you too. Fuck you more, I blurt out. Ensuing my reply, I envisaged that my response was not appropriate, but rather far beyond indiscreet. Ugh, my misstatement. Sorry about the attitude, It s that time of the month again. You do? Well, I m so glad about that – No, not really. I m just fucking with you, He jocularly mentions. Seriously speaking, you re a very fluctuating person. I worry about you sometimes. I feel my cheeks burn, conjointly giving him a weak smile, I m used to people saying that to me. There s this one time I purposely spilled a blistering hot coffee on my ex boyfriend three years ago, and another one from last year. What did you do to him? Nicholas questions. You don t want to know. I snicker. But intrinsically, he got hospitalized for about 3 whole months because of me! Could you believe that? Unfortunately, yes! He mimics my accent, abruptly heaving his hands from the steering wheel. I ve heard you also electrified a man with a Taser gun – a fucking Taser gun, Madison. It was for safety purposes, Mr. Wagner. Right, safety. At that instant, a