Character Essay: Character Sketch Of A Family

Character Sketch The golden light peaking over the hill from the setting sun highlighting the smoke drifting from her lipstick stained cigarette. The defined profile of her face was easy to study in this lighting. From the window where she flicked her ashes floated in a breeze that twirled her fiery auburn hair. Her large deep hazel eyes were defined by mascara clad eyelashes and dark rounded eyebrows contrasting against her pale rounded cheeks dotted with freckles. Scanning her figure I observed her thinness, most noticeable in her wrists. One sat casually against the window, flicking her ashes after every deep drag and the other rest against the steering wheel. She was dressed head to toe in trendy designer clothing from her boots to her …show more content…
The only worth he held in her was the natural charm that allowed her to easily win over strangers and more importantly his clients. It was a necessary persona she had crafted to keep her father pleased. She was perfect because perfection was what kept her father supplying the car, the clothes, and the education she needed.
As she moved to light another cigarette a car whipped around us. I saw a familiar glimmer in her eye. She dropped the lighter and gripped the steering wheel with two hands smiling as she forced the gas pedal. In a matter of seconds, we were swerving past the bumper of the car. We were exact opposites when driving. I was careful, went the speed limit, while she was always twenty over and weaving across the road. I had been in three wrecks, her none. I was convinced the shinning Mercedes medallion on her hood must have given her an expensive field of …show more content…
In front hills faded into the night the red reflectors lite up the crumbling road. Neither of us knew how this night could go. She announced that we were close and slowed. The road was dived into two lanes it had been in disuse for so long the grass covered the edges forcing us to drive down the center of the yellow dividing line. At every house we passed she took a moment to stop and tell me the gossip of each family. I did not have to ask how she knew.
Claire was self admittedly a master of manipulation. During high school she gained the trust of people with ease, getting them to tell her all their secrets with only giving slivers of information about herself in return. Neither of us were the type to announce our closeness and people were usually surprised to learn that we were friends at all. She often told me that I knew more than anyone else and I believed her but I also understood that I only knew as much as she wanted to.
We finally reached our destination. There was a long dirt driveway with a large overgrown yard leading to a faded blue trailer covered with vines. For a minute we just sat in the car preparing ourselves. In the four years I had known her I had never seen her house. No one